Casino King: A Dark Mafia Romance (Carfano Crime Family Book 1)

by Rebecca Gannon

  He palms my breasts – kneading, squeezing, and pinching my nipples between his fingers.

  I feel every stroke like a shot straight to my center, my clit throbbing, needing his touch there more than I’ve ever needing anything in my entire life.

  My mouth stays open as my neck arches back, his eyes capturing mine in a look that says he promises to give me everything. He promises to give me what no one else can.

  His hands and mouth are everywhere, marking me and carving into my skin so everyone else will know I’m his.

  Alec kisses me deep into the mattress. Detaching my legs from around his waist, he grips the waistband of my yoga pants and peels them down the length of my legs, his eyes consuming the flesh he exposes as he goes.

  He’s looking at me as if he’s never seen a woman before. As if this is his first time too.

  But I know it isn’t. That’s an impossibility.

  Alec is all man, and I’m just a girl who hasn’t felt the need to give herself to anyone before him. Before now.

  This is what I’ve been waiting for. This all-consuming feeling.

  I don’t know where we’ll end up when we’re done, but I want to go down in flames with him. I want the heat to be the last thing I feel before I’m fully engulfed in the flames that burn me alive.

  Skimming his hands back up my bare legs, they fall open at his touch, his palms pressing me open into the bed.

  His eyes take me in, never missing a single beat. He’s memorizing me. He’s learning how I react to him.

  My hands fist in the blanket beside my hips as his mouth descends, capturing my nipple in a sharp bite before dragging his mouth down my torso – a trail of fire and ice left in his wake.

  The cool air hits my skin after his mouth, and a shiver racks my body, needing more of him.

  Swirling his tongue around my navel, Alec keeps moving south, the apex of my thighs his destination.

  “Ho bisogno di assaggiarti. Ho bisogno di assaggiarti ovunque.”

  Ripping my thong from my body in a single snap, he licks my folds open. His tongue brands me, searing me with a sensation I never knew possible.

  Alec swirls my clit with the tip of his tongue, my hips flying off the bed and into his mouth further. He sucks my tight bundle of nerves as hard as he can before flattening his tongue to soothe the ache.

  With one more pass from my clit to my entrance, he circles me, teasing me.

  “Alec,” I pant, my mind so far past the point of coherent thought.

  “Lascia che ti adori, mia bella rosa. Voglio assaporarti sulle mie labbra per sempre.”

  Gripping my hips, he moves me up the bed. His mouth staying attached to any part of my body he can find.

  Sighing, I slide my fingers through his thick mass of black hair, never having felt anything so soft.

  Alec is a slew of contradictions that I want to spend every minute of every day exploring.

  Still fully clothed, he stands at the foot of the bed, towering over me as he strips each article of clothing from his body.

  I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man remove his cufflinks before, but I find the act simply sexy.

  Everything Alec does is sexy.

  When he shrugs his dress shirt from his body, my eyes rake over his torso, trying to memorize every dip of muscle and every inch of flesh so I can pull this moment from my memory when I’m alone.

  Unbuckling his belt, he pops the button of his pants open and slides his zipper down, the sound an erotic intro of what’s to come.

  Pushing his pants and boxers down, Alec steps out of them and stands before me completely naked.

  He’s perfect.

  He was built for the pleasure of women.

  Gripping his cock, Alec strokes himself, and I bite my lip, wanting to know what he tastes like. Wanting to know what he’d feel like in my mouth – choking me, stretching me, filling me.

  “I’ve wanted to fill your mouth with my cock since I first saw you, needing to see those pretty lips stretched so wide you don’t know if you can take any more. But you do. You always do.” Alec’s voice sounds like it’s spoken under water. My senses drowning in him and flooding me with a need I don’t think will ever be quenched.

  “Are you on the pill? I want to feel you, bella. I don’t want anything between us.”

  I nod, and breathe out, “Yes.” Yes, to all of it. I’ve been on the pill since I was sixteen to regulate my cycle as a dancer. I never wanted to be surprised in the middle of class or a competition.

  And I’ve waited my entire life for this. I want to feel him.

  There’s no one who I deemed worthy of having me until Alec came and made that decision for me.

  Crawling on top of me, he settles between my hips, the tip of his broad head aligning at my entrance.

  His hands smooth up my body, gripping my breasts and rolling my nipples between his fingers as he pushes into me.

  A strangled cry is ripped from my throat, both out of pleasure and pain while Alec utters a string of Italian words I can’t even begin to decipher or understand. As if I’m being ripped in two, Alec fills me so fully, my body has to rearrange my insides to accommodate him.

  Pausing when he’s fully seated inside of me, he frames my face with is large hands.

  “Mia bella rosa,” he says, his voice strained – pained. “Am I the first man to be inside of you? Am I the first man to feel this tight, hot pussy strangle my cock like a fucking silken tunnel?”

  I’m tempted to lie, but I can’t. Not to him. “Yes,” I hiss, my senses on complete overdrive.

  “Perché? Perché? Perché? Così perfetta.”

  “Please,” I beg, the pain I felt gone, and in its place a growing pressure and desire unlike anything I’ve ever felt. “More.”

  Growling, he captures my lips in a hard, bruising kiss that leaves me breathless when he pulls back. “I won’t be gentle, bella. Knowing I’m the only one to feel you like this makes me need to fuck you even harder.”

  “Please,” I beg again, breathless, pushing my chest against his.

  Without any further incentive, Alec pulls out and thrusts into me, my body squeezing him like it wants to keep him there.

  Sounds unlike I’ve ever heard are ripped from me as Alec takes me like he owns me.

  Alternating between my breasts, he sucks my nipples so deep into his mouth, I know I’ll have bruises.

  I’ll have bruises everywhere.

  I’ll have Alec everywhere.

  And that’s the way I want it. The way I need it.

  My body adjusts to him, welcoming him into it like it’s been waiting for him all along.

  Fire races up my spine as he takes me without thought, without consideration, and without cause.

  Every drag out of me has me begging him not to leave, and every thrust back inside has me grateful he’s chosen me to give this gift to. Him.

  My nails rake down his back, needing to get closer to him. He’s inside of me – filling me, feeling me, claiming me. I need a way inside of him. If he can leave his mark on me, then I can do the same to him. I want him to know I was here. I want him to remember how much I was in this with him.

  We burn together.

  Gripping my hips, Alec lifts them up and starts taking me with a force I know will leave me raw and sore. But it’s so good that I’d take whatever I’m left with in the end.

  “Not enough,” he growls deep, the last of his control hanging by a thread.

  “More,” I pant, the whisper of my voice making his eyes flash with approval. And with another deep growl, he pulls out and flips me over. Thrusting my hips back up in the air, he enters me again in one swift movement, my strangled scream muffled by the pillows in my face.

  It’s deeper like this. He’s touching a place inside of me that I didn’t even know existed. That I didn’t even know could be reached.

  I feel my heartbeat in my blood, my ragged breaths scratching at my throat, and my tight, taut nipples rubbing against the soft sh
eets – all of it creating a storm building inside of me that’s about to peak.

  Alec’s grip on my hips is past the point of pain and into a numb possession I know I’ll crave when it’s gone.

  Harder. Faster.

  With the leverage of this position, I feel the last of his control snap, and Alec releases his demons on me. I feel them at my back, demanding me to join him in the freedom of letting go.

  With a scream torn from deep within me, I’m set free.

  Alec sets me free.

  My skin breaks out in a fine sheen of sweat and Alec’s loud roar behind me sends a fresh wave through me. I’ve finally snapped his control, and I have the proof marked all over me. Inside of me. With me.

  My body seizes around him, my inner muscles spasming out of control as white spots dot my eyes behind my lids and my head spins.

  My eyes roll back at the intensity of it all, my mind and body at odds with how to process it all.

  Chapter 12

  Alec

  I can’t get enough of her.

  Sliding my hands up the length of her back, I palm her perfect tits in my hands and she groans, pushing back against me.

  I just fucked her like a beast and she’s already asking me for more.

  She’s perfect. My perfect little rose.

  I’ve never lost control like I just did with her, and she took it all. She wanted it all. And that’s why my dick is still hard as fucking granite inside of her. Because fucking Tessa is a fucking revelation. It’s pure heaven and hell – bliss and fire.

  Wrapping my hand around her ponytail, she braces herself on shaky elbows as I pull her head back, my other hand traveling down her stomach and between her legs.

  Still inside of her, her muscles squeeze me as I rub two fingers around her clit. No longer muffled by her face in the pillows, Tessa’s little mewls and whimpers of pleasure are music to my ears.

  She continues to rock back into me, so I pull my hand away and yank on her hair to turn her face to the side, eliciting a strangled cry from her.

  “I didn’t hear you ask for more,” I taunt.

  I want her to beg me to fuck her again. I want to see those pouty lips ask me to fuck her again and again. I don’t think I’ll ever hear sweeter words than this woman begging me to give her something no one else can. Only me.

  I’m glad no other man has ever had her. I’d have tracked each and every one of them down and put a bullet between their eyes for ever having touched what’s mine. No man will live if they touch her.

  “Please,” she moans. “Alec.” My name leaves her lips in a sigh that has my cock swelling even more inside of her. “I need you again. Please.”

  My chest puffs out like a fucking king, and I pull her up by her hair to bite her shoulder. The animalistic pride in me taking over as I flip her on her back.

  Her wide eyes look up at me with a wild lust that has me about ready to fucking blow. She already made me lose control once, something I never do, and I want to see if she can do it again. I liked the feeling way too much.

  “Grab the headboard,” I order, and she does so without hesitation.

  “Do you trust me?” I don’t know why I had to ask her that, but now that I have, it seems like the most important question in the world. I want her trust more than anything.

  “Yes,” she breathes, the tip of her tongue peeking out to lick her bottom lip. I see the clarity in her glazed over eyes and my cock twitches between us.

  Kissing her deep into the pillows, I run my hands up her arms to cover hers that are gripping the wooden posts of my headboard.

  She opens for me immediately, and I sweep into her mouth, tasting the passion on her tongue.

  When I pull away, her mouth tries to follow mine, but she falls back to the pillows and bites her bottom lip when I press the swollen head of my cock at her entrance.

  She’s so fucking unbelievably sexy.

  Pushing inside of her slowly, I take my time watching her face change the deeper I go. Her eyes flash with too many emotions, her skin flushes with heat, her lips part as she sucks in ragged breaths, and when I’m fully inside of her, she sighs with relief while her eyes turn hungry. My little black rose is blooming before my eyes.

  That’s who I need here in this bed with me. I bring it out in her, and it’s a beautiful sight to see.

  Pulling almost all the way out, I slam back in, and Tessa cries out as her tits bounce beneath me, her grip on the headboard tightening.

  I bend to capture one of her nipples between my lips. Swirling my tongue around the taut peak, I bite down, her cry this time mixed with both pleasure and pain. My specialty.

  I lick, suck, and bite my way to her other nipple, and give that one the same treatment. Tessa’s hips buck against mine and I groan against her.

  Sliding my hands down her hips and the outside of her thighs on either side of me, I grip her behind the knees and pull her legs up in front of me so her shins are pressed to my chest.

  Fuck. She’s strangling me in this position.

  Pushing her legs down towards her, her body grips me like a fucking vice as I pull out and thrust back into her.

  She tries to arch her back, but only her chest rises. She has nowhere to go but where I have her, and no choice but to take what I give her.

  The bed shakes and bangs against the wall with the force of my thrusts. I don’t know how to be gentle, and I don’t want to be.

  I want to be brutal.

  I want to possess her.

  I want to own her.

  I want every step she takes in the morning to hurt and know it’s because of how much I fucking needed her.

  I know she doesn’t want me gentle, either. I recognize the dark desires in her eyes because they reflect mine, and despite the innocence she wears, she’s all sin.

  The sound of my thighs slapping against her ass, mixed with her resound moans and pleas, is a heady combination that drives me even wilder, and I start to feel myself unravel.

  Looking down at her, her eyes open and lock with mine. They’re filled with pure fire and challenge me to take more of her, and the last bit of my control snaps again. Grunting, I shove her legs open to her sides and grip her shins to keep her exactly where she is, pounding into her with reckless abandon.

  Tessa releases the beast inside of me that I’ve learned to keep caged and locked down. When I’m not in control, I’m brutal, destructive, and wild, and it’s hard to reel me back in once I’ve been released. But the smile Tessa’s wearing as she cries out is one of victory.

  So, she likes when he comes out to play…

  My little rose wants the beast. She likes the beast.

  Lightening shoots down my spine and I know I’m close. But I don’t want this to end. I need to wreck her and push her past the point of no return so she’ll always be mine.

  I feel her close to the edge, and with one more push, she’s detonating around me, her tight little pussy clamping down on me harder than before.

  Fuck.

  She’s coaxing me into my own release, but I hold back.

  Not yet.

  I pump through her orgasm, and the beautiful sounds of defeat coming from her drive me harder still. A tear leaks out of the corner of her eye as she pinches her eyes closed. Her neck arches back, exposing all that creamy skin I want to mark with my mouth so everyone knows who she belongs to.

  Me.

  Tessa starts to flutter around me again, and right as she comes a second time, I growl, pulling out of her and releasing her legs to grip my cock as I come all over her stomach and breasts. The streams of white against her sun-tanned skin is a beautiful contrast that makes my chest tighten with a possession I’ve never known.

  With a tentative hand, she swirls her fingers in my seed, and I groan at the image. She’s so fucking innocent, yet she doesn’t act like it or let it make her shy. She’s more innocent than I thought, but that doesn’t faze me in the least, or make me want to go easy on her.

  It has the
opposite effect.

  Tessa looks up at me with a little smile that makes my blood rush as she lifts her fingers to her lips to taste me, and her little moan has me hard all over again.

  “Do I taste good, bella?” I cajole.

  “Yes. So good,” she says with a little moan, her eyes flashing with a thought I can already read.

  “You want to taste all of me, don’t you?” I grip myself, my cock still needing more of this woman. I don’t think I’ll ever have my fill of her.

  She gives me a little nod and licks her bottom lip before taking it between her teeth.

  Standing, I lift her into my arms and carry her through to my bathroom, placing her on the edge of the marble tub. I turn the shower on, but when I go to lift her up to carry her inside, she stops me.

  “Wait,” she says softly, her hand reaching out to touch my thigh. I look down at her and she raises her chin. “I don’t want to wash you off of me yet. I want to taste you first.”

  Dropping to her knees on the cold, hard, marble floor, Tessa takes my cock in her small hands. I look down at her through hooded eyes, and with her mouth an inch away, she looks up at me, her hazel eyes full of determination and desire to give me this. She wants to please me.

  I smooth the backs of my fingers down her cheek, and it’s the only encouragement she needs.

  Swirling her tongue around the head of my cock, a low groan rumbles from my chest. Tessa runs her tongue up the entire length of me, from base to tip, and then sucks just the head into her hot little mouth.

  The sight of her on her knees in front of me and those pouty lips wrapped tightly around my cock, is one I’ll have engrained in my head forever.

  Pulling her ponytail out, I dig my hand into her mass of silky hair and she moans around me, the vibrations sending shockwaves through me.

  Tessa takes me deeper into her mouth, letting herself adjust to my girth as she goes. But there’s only so much I can take before I tighten my hand in her hair and she moans again, my hips pushing myself into her mouth.

  I hit the back of her throat and my head falls back, my groans echoing off the marble all around us.

  I feel her choke, but she quickly recovers, swallowing around me. Grunting, I hold her to me for a second longer, her hot mouth as good as her hot pussy.