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

by Rebecca Gannon

  He doesn’t let me move and he doesn’t let me challenge him anymore. He just takes what he wants from me, using me for his pleasure in the most brutal and raw of ways.

  I want to hate it.

  I want to hate how much my body loves it.

  I want to hate that the fire running through my veins is because of his unbridled passion.

  But I can’t hate any of that.

  I fucking love all of it.

  And I fucking love him.

  Even when I hate him, I love him.

  “You can’t win when it comes to me, Tessa,” he says as he thunders into me at an unrelenting pace that I know will have me sore and bruised in the morning. “I fucking own you. I own this body. I own this pussy. I own your mind. I own your everything.” Each ownership claim is punctuated with a thrust that drives me higher and higher, feeling his words bone deep. They seep into my marrow and take root.

  My orgasm comes in a rush and hits me hard and fast, my body shattering off into a million little pieces that scatter into the wind as I ride wave after wave flooding through me.

  I had no choice.

  I never have a choice when it comes to Alec. He can take and take and take from me and I wouldn’t have a choice because he replaces what he takes with himself. And with him comes the most euphoric feelings I’ve ever experienced, and probably ever will.

  Pushing my legs down against me as far as they’ll go, Alec somehow finds the ability to go even harder and faster, and the pressure in me builds again in a matter of seconds.

  “Again,” he growls, and my body detonates at his command. A scream is torn from my lips as I shatter further.

  I’m drowning as the waves crash over me and pull me under. I can’t ride them anymore. I’m too worn and weak to hold my own, so I sink beneath the strength and power of the waves, subsequently guaranteeing Alec’s victory.

  Coming to, I roll onto my side and cringe at the soreness between my thighs.

  I blink my eyes open in my darkened room, already knowing he’s no longer here. I can always feel when he’s near, but I’m coming up empty.

  He left me here after that…that…I don’t know what to even call what we, or rather he, did.

  Groaning, I get out of bed and drag my feet to the bathroom and straight into the shower, the hot water beating down on my skin a welcome relief from the tightness I feel all over.

  I’m so tired.

  Last night bled into this morning without any recovery.

  Leaning against the tile wall of my shower, I close my eyes and drift off until I start to feel myself slide to the side, and I catch myself before I fall. Turning the water off, I wrap myself in a towel and crawl back into bed, not caring that my hair is sopping wet or that I’ll ruin my pillows.

  The next time I wake up, the sun is bright in my room and I shove my face into my wet pillow. It’s a drastic contradiction to how I’m feeling.

  So, Alec thinks he can just act like a complete asshole, then come and fuck me like he’ll never see me again, and then leave?

  My core is still throbbing from how rough he was with me, and he just left me without a word?

  My anger from last night flares when my brain catches up with all of the events that lead to me lying here alone.

  Shuddering, I hug the towel I’m still wrapped in tighter, and my eyes catch on a piece of white paper on my nightstand next to my phone that he must have gotten back for me.

  I always win.

  -A

  His beautiful script doesn’t make my heart beat faster because I’m swooning like after my shows, but instead beats faster because I’m fuming. I feel used. And not used in a sexy way. Used in a cheap whore way that has me questioning everything that’s happened this past month with him.

  Was any of it real?

  Does he even like me?

  Is he just infatuated with the girl I am on stage and thinks because he gave me gifts, he can fuck me like he bought me too?

  Grabbing my phone for a distraction from these thoughts that will only cause me to spiral out of control, I scroll through to find Leo’s number he said he would have put in.

  Hi, Leo, it’s Tessa. Is it possible to visit Enzo today? I don’t know where he was taken or if I’d have access to the room on my own.

  A message comes in not five minutes later.

  No, you can’t see him, Tessa. He died a few hours ago.

  My head spins.

  What? No.

  He’s dead?

  Enzo is dead?

  A few hours ago?

  Alec was here a few hours ago…

  Did he already know? Did he come here knowing?

  That fucking bastard.

  He killed him and then came here to fuck me before I could find out. Then he left before I could I hold him accountable.

  Chapter 23

  Alec

  Another death on my hands. Another soul constricting mine. As the number grows, the tighter I feel. Only when I’m with Tessa does it all lift from my chest and I can breathe again.

  But when she finds out about Enzo, I know she’ll feel the beginnings of the weight I carry every day. And being with me will only guarantee that weight will get heavier.

  There will always be more death. More blood. More betrayal.

  My world is the dark and dirty side to life that everyone likes to pretend doesn’t exist, when in fact they live amongst it every day.

  All bright and good things cast shadows, and that’s where my family lurks, waiting for those good ones to fall wayward where we’ll happily take their demons for them – for a price.

  Looking at my phone buzzing on the table in front of me, I pick it up reluctantly. “What do you want?” I bark at Leo.

  “Watch your fucking tone, brother.”

  “What do you want?” I repeat.

  “I told her.”

  My blood runs cold. “Told who, what? You better not mean you told Tessa about Enzo.”

  “Of course I do. She texted me to ask if she could visit him, so I told her.”

  “That wasn’t your place.”

  “It is my place,” he starts, but I hang up on him before I can hear the rest of his shit.

  FUCK!

  I got the call shortly after Tessa passed out from coming so hard her eyes rolled back. She can try and fight her need for me, I’ll even welcome the fight, but I know what she needs, and I’m the only one who can give it to her.

  No other man will ever be able to give her everything that I can. Even the thought of another man trying to take away what’s mine has me reaching for my gun in my desk drawer.

  I left her before the sun even rose, needing to deal with the Enzo situation while I figured out how I would tell her.

  I should’ve just shot him in the head and been done with it instead of giving her hope that he would survive. Tessa needs to learn that I have no mercy when it comes to her and her well-being. I won’t let anything bad from my world touch her. I never want to see her beautiful skin marred again.

  Pushing away from my desk, I button my suit jacket and head down to the garage, seeing Enzo’s blood stain has been scrubbed clean.

  Arriving at Tessa’s apartment, I take my time walking up to her room. When I first found out where she lived, I had the building manager make me a lobby entrance key and one to her apartment. I knew I’d need to come and go as I pleased at some point, and he didn’t even question me. He wouldn’t dare.

  “She’s in there, sir,” Tito, Tessa’s new bodyguard I assigned to her tells me. “She’s been very loud for the past half-hour,” he adds.

  “That’s my doing. Enzo’s dead.” Tito’s expression doesn’t change. No reaction. The word has already spread about Enzo. Good. All my men need to know that she’s a priority and I don’t fuck around. Watching her isn’t a job to take lightly and there will be serious consequences if you fuck up.

  “I’ll make sure she’s safe, sir,” he tells me with an edge to his voice, letting me know he’s ta
king it seriously.

  I don’t say anything. I don’t have to. Threatening with words only goes so far. It’s when you show what will happen if disobeyed that matters.

  Enzo got too close to Tessa. His job was to protect, not befriend her, and because of that, he put her wants and needs above my orders. That can’t happen. Ever. My orders are for Tessa’s benefit. Always for her benefit.

  I know Tito won’t make that mistake. He’s a part of my extended crew for when I need more than two guards with me when I go out. I trust him with my life, so I know I can trust him with Tessa’s.

  I hear music and the clanging of pots and pans coming from inside her apartment, so I knock hard. The door opens in a flash and I’m greeted to a pissed off Tessa – a sexy fucking sight that has my cock turning as hard as her eyes.

  “Are you here to fuck the angry out of me again?” she spits. “Because it may have worked a few hours ago, but it sure as hell isn’t going to work now. You killed him. You shot Enzo in front of me, your brother, and your men to make a point. Well, you made it. I’m not allowed to talk to anyone but you. Or are you going to shoot your brother now, too?”

  “I might,” I clip. “He shouldn’t have told you.”

  “You’re not getting this, Alec,” she starts, gripping the edge of her front door hard.

  “No, you’re not getting it, Tessa. You’re mine. And it’s my job to keep you safe. He wasn’t doing the job, so he had to go. He was never meant to be your friend. He was meant to keep you safe. And he failed twice. Tito here”–I nod at him standing a few feet away–“won’t make that mistake.”

  Tessa pops her head out to take a look at Tito and her eyes narrow. He’s a big guy – tall, broad, and all muscle. The epitome of a bodyguard.

  “I have no doubt,” she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I know I won’t be able to convince you I don’t need him since you think you know everything that’s best for me–”

  “I do know what’s best for you,” I cut in.

  “You don’t!” she yells. “And you’re not coming in here, so go.” Tessa starts to close the door on me, but I slap my hand against it to stop her.

  “You don’t get to slam the door in my face,” I growl.

  “I can do whatever I want, Alec. Get out of here. I can’t even look at you.”

  My eyes turn to slits. “What are you trying to say, Tessa?” I say slowly, knowing she’s not saying what I think she is.

  “I’m telling you I need space right now. I don’t want you around me.” Gritting her teeth, she stands tall with her shoulders pulled back in a stance that’s supposed to make me think she’s serious.

  “You don’t get to decide that.”

  She barks out a laugh. “You thinking I don’t just solidifies my issue with you.”

  I take a step closer to her. “And what’s your issue with me? I didn’t realize you had an issue with me giving you expensive jewelry and the best sex you’ll ever have.”

  Tessa’s pouty sex lips separate as she inhales a small gasp. “Get out,” she breathes, blinking rapidly. “We’re done, Alec. Thank you so much for the expensive jewelry and great sex. I guess I don’t need anything else from you.”

  She goes to close the door on me again, but I push my way past her and slam it closed behind me.

  “Get out!” Her eyes are on fire and her body is wound tight, looking like she’s ready to attack me if I come any closer.

  “You don’t get to decide when this is over.” Grabbing her around the waist as she tries to back away from me, I spin her around and pin her against the closed door. “It’s never going to be over.”

  Slamming my mouth down on hers, I silence her from any protests she planned on yelling at me. I know she doesn’t want this to be over.

  She’s mad now, but she’ll get over it.

  Tessa bites down on my lip hard enough that I taste metal, and I growl, pulling back a fraction.

  “Get off of me,” she says angrily. “You can’t just–”

  I silence her again with my lips, the taste of my blood mixed with her anger making me want her even more.

  “I can do whatever I want, bella.”

  Her chest heaves against mine with every breath. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes go through a slide show of emotions before settling on one. Desire.

  Tessa digs her nails into the nape of my neck as she fuses her lips to mine.

  I know her better than she thinks. I know she can’t resist this – us. We’re more than our fleeting anger and words spoken as a result of it.

  “You’re going to have to try harder to fuck the anger out of me this time,” she challenges, and I immediately lift her up and grip her tight, round ass. She wraps her legs around me and I storm down the short hall to her bedroom.

  Tossing her down on her bed, she looks up at me with slits for eyes and rips her t-shirt over her head defiantly, as if she hates herself for doing it.

  She may think she can stand her ground, but I watch her eyes follow my fingers as I undo the buttons of my shirt. Each one I slip free from the loop makes her eyes flare, and by the time I reach the last one, she has her bottom lip between her teeth, scanning the sliver of torso she can see.

  The side of my mouth kicks up in the slightest of smirks, making her look back up at me. She purses her lips in what is supposed to be defiance, but it only makes me want to bite them and then kiss them back into the precious pillows that make me believe in something more than life itself.

  Seeing my smirk, Tessa purses her lips tighter. That is until I shrug my shirt off and she releases a sigh, as if the sight of me relaxes her. Not for long, though. I plan to work her up into a tight coil before letting her spring free.

  “I always win,” I taunt, wanting her to get angry again.

  “That note made me want to slap you.”

  “You could try, mia bella rosa. But then I’d just tie you up and fuck you.” Her breathing quickens, and my cock jerks. “I can see you’d like that. But right now, I want you to have a fair fight.”

  Tilting her head, Tessa studies me as she reaches behind her and unclasps her bra, freeing her perfect tits, her nipples already tightly pebbled and begging to be tasted.

  “I always win, too,” she practically purrs, the little devil disguised as an angel that she is.

  Shedding my pants and boxers, I take my swollen cock in my hand and look down at Tessa splayed out on the bed, sliding my hand down my length. She licks her lips and I hold back a groan.

  “You win because I let you. And by the look in your eyes, I can tell you’re dripping for me. Spread your legs for me, bella. Let me see.”

  Running her hands down her thighs, Tessa pries her knees open and gives me a perfect view of her glistening pussy. My cock swells even more and I can’t hold back the groan that rumbles from my chest. She’s so fucking sexy. She doesn’t even realize how beautiful I find her. She’ll never fully realize.

  “Touch yourself. Show me what you want me to do to you.”

  Biting her lip, Tessa’s delicate fingers trail down her inner thighs and then runs two up the seam of her pussy, catching her sweet cream and spreading it up to her clit. Rubbing circles around herself, her neck arches back and she moans. I feel it as a straight shot to my aching cock.

  Yes, I always win, but not before she renders me so completely out of my mind that I take and take and take from her until she has no choice but to give in to me.

  Pouncing on her like a fucking lion, I align myself at her core and press into her at an agonizingly slow pace. I want her to beg me to fuck her harder – faster. I want her to be so fucking blind to anything but me that she’ll forever and always only see me.

  “Alec,” she chokes into my ear, and I pull out just as slowly, only my tip left inside of her. Her pussy squeezes me, begging me to stay inside of her.

  I repeat the same slow push in and out of her, using every ounce of control I possess to hold back.

  She looks up at me with gla
ssy eyes, and I know I’ve got her.

  “Just fuck me already!” she grits, breathing hard.

  Giving her a wolfish grin, I pause, just the tip of my cock enveloped in her heat. The look in her eyes makes my gut twist, and I drive into her hard and fast, letting her feel all of me. Her hot, silken tunnel flutters around me after only a few strokes, but I need her to hold out.

  Slowing down, I make long and controlled thrusts into her heat. She whimpers and mewls into the crook of my neck, needing more, but holding herself back from asking for it.

  She’s too strong willed for that and I fucking love it.

  Swirling my tongue around each of her nipples, I never give either one my full attention, and as Tessa squirms beneath me, her pussy welcomes me, flooding my cock with her juices. Her inner muscles squeeze me over and over, attempting to swallow me into her tight little body, but I don’t let it.

  Each thrust into her, I pick up my pace until I’m relentlessly taking and using her body the way I want and need. I can’t stop or help myself. I need to show her that I own her. I need to prove to her that me, and only me, can make her come even when she doesn’t want to, and even harder than the last time.

  Tessa claws at my back, her nails raking into my skin, trying to get even closer to me. And I fucking love that. I want her to mark me like an animal, because Tessa wild and untamed is the most beautiful version of her.

  Without warning, her pussy clamps down on me and I see fucking stars clouding my vision. But I push through her orgasm, determined to make her come again.

  Tessa’s mouth is open in a silent scream, her head thrashing from side to side. Her back arches into me as her nails dig into my shoulders, most definitely breaking the skin this time. The bite of pain drives me past my thin layer of control and I lose my mind.

  Pulling out, I flip her on her stomach and lift her hips up in the air. Gripping her ass in my hands, I spread her open and thrust back into her. I go even deeper like this.

  Tessa’s hands reach out in front of her to press them flat against the headboard, giving me even better leverage to go harder. Her muffled scream into the pillow at my intensity has me slapping her ass, and she squeezes me inside of her.