5. Rocco
5
Rocco
How in the hell am I supposed to be miserable if I’ve got Aurora on my heel, pushing buttons while trying her damndest to get under my skin?
There aren’t any drugs or alcohol within my reach, but I can’t think about that when she’s far more addictive.
Hours pass, and I find myself growing more and more stir-crazy.
“Ren leaves you by yourself all day?” We’re in the living room, the same place she found me.
While she’s spread across two cushions, I’m sitting on the third.
Her toes barely avoid my hip.
She nods, hardly looking bothered.
“Work keeps him busy. I don’t mind. Whenever he’s here, he breathes down my neck. If he returns, it won’t be until after the sun goes down.”
If .
Meaning there’s a chance that he won’t even come back.
“We’re almost to that point.” Looking over toward the large glass windows revealing all the forestry surrounding this place, I take in the darkening skies.
“He won’t be too happy if he sees you at my side.”
She rolls her eyes like this is some casual debate and not the knife’s edge we’re balancing on.
A hot spark of irritation flares in my chest. I should scold her.
Should pin her against the cushions on this couch and remind her how easily trust can snap.
“He’s not stupid,” she says, all breezy confidence.
“He knows we can’t avoid bumping into each other. If Ren brought you here, he knows you won’t hurt me.”
I bark out a laugh.
Her frown is instant, delicious.
“Hurting you isn’t what he’s worried about, angel.” The words flow from my lips like sweet syrup hiding a deadly poison.
That’s when it hits me—the wide-eyed clarity in her gaze, the way she tilts her head like she’s genuinely trying to understand.
Christ, she’s innocent.
Not naive, not fragile, but untouched by the kind of filth I wear like a second skin.
My teeth sink into my cheek until I taste blood.
This is why I stopped, why I’ll keep stopping.
Because, for once in my miserable existence, I want something without ruining it.
The longer she stares at me with those wide eyes, the more my resolution cracks at its core.
Fine. I’ll show her.
Give her a reason to stay away.
I’ll make it easier for both of us.
Turning toward her, the cushion at her feet sinks as I lean into it.
Slowly, my fingers drift toward her ankle.
The moment our skin makes contact, I feel the way her skin prickles up.
“You want to know why Ren has tucked you away from the world, Aurora?” Purring her name, my other hand joins the first, and I slide my palms up her calves before pushing her knees apart.
Her breath hitches, and her lips part.
For a moment, she looks like a doe caught in headlights.
After a few seconds, she nods.
One jerk, all I need.
I climb up her body slowly, letting her feel every inch of me.
My hands glide along her sides, possessive, memorizing the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips.
She’s trembling. Not from fear now.
From anticipation.
My hips settle between her thighs, spreading them wider.
She gasps, but she doesn’t pull away.
“All they have to do is see you, and they’ll want to touch you like this.” Hovering over her, I wait for her to push me away.
To tell me to stop. Anything .
Confidence and courage must run in the family because she doesn’t do any of that.
Instead, her cheeks flush a pretty pink as she lifts up against the couch.
Her breath tickles the corner of my mouth as she erases the space between us.
“You’re barely touching me at all, Rocco.” Whispering the words, she arches against me.
My angel doesn’t sound innocent at all.
She sounds breathless, aching.
Her thighs are quivering against my sides.
Rumbling in approval, I snake one of my hands toward the little loop of her shorts.
Pinching the string, I tug it undone.
“I’ve wanted to do this the moment I found you hovering over me,” I admit, my throat tightening.
“I’m as bad as the rest of the men he’s keeping you from.”
Shaking her head, she catches her bottom lip between her teeth and frowns.
One of her hands brushes my wrist, guiding my hand where we both want it—inside her shorts, but letting her underwear block what I want to map out.
Her head tilts back, a silent surrender, as my fingers glide over damp fabric.
The heat of her seeps through, branding my skin.
My middle finger traces the slick seam of her, slow, deliberate, testing.
A shudder ripples through her, and I feel it everywhere, the answering pressure of my cock thickening against her thigh.
If I’m as bad as they say…
A thought licks through me, dark and hungry.
What’s stopping me from sheathing myself in her wet heat, from ruining her in the best way?
From claiming that innocence with the relentless push of my hips?
“Rocco…”
Her moan is a velvet stroke down my spine.
Eyes fluttering shut, lips parted, a gasp leaves her lips as I shove her underwear to the side to explore her pussy without any barriers.
While my thumb finds her clit, one of my fingers prod her tight walls.
Pushing in knuckle deep, I’m the one panting against her temple as I curl the digit inside of her.
Her walls aren’t the only thing clamping down.
I feel the sting of her nails digging into my wrist as her hips jerk.
So responsive, more than I could’ve ever imagined.
It’s like her body already knows pleasure.
“Have you touched yourself like this?” Prodding the tip of another finger, I groan as her walls twitch and flutter around the invasion.
Much to my surprise, she nods.
The hit is lethal. My cock swells, throbbing hard enough to ache, pulse hammering in time with the clench of her body around my fingers.
While she drenches my skin, my other hand moves to her hair.
Such soft-looking blonde strands tickle my calloused skin as I bury my fingers inside.
Pulling slightly and exposing her throat, I lick a strip across her racing pulse.
“Tell me about it,” I demand, pressing against her sweet spot.
Aurora gasps, melting into a hot moan.
“I watch videos. It’s not hard to copy them.”
Fuck.
My innocent angel watches porn during her downtime?
My mouth reaches her ear, and she shivers as my breath tickles.
“Did it feel like this?”
Did she squirm this much when it was her hand tucked between her thighs?
Was her pussy wet enough to hear the glide of my fingers?
She whimpers, shaking her head.
I need to watch her come undone.
Otherwise, I’ll go mad.
With renewed rigor, my thumb draws rough circles while I bury my fingers deeper.
I can’t add a third, not without hurting her.
As my eyes fall over her, watching the way she crumbles to my touch, I memorize her expressions, burning them in my brain.
The way her moans hitch, trapped in her throat before escaping in broken gasps.
The way her brows knit together, that delicate crease forming between them as pleasure winds her tighter, tighter…
Then the tremors start.
The flutter of her thighs.
The desperate arch of her back.
I don’t let up. Not when she’s this close.
I push harder, deeper, until her restraint shatters and her cry tears through the room, raw and unfiltered.
She’s beautiful. Unreal.
As undeserving as I am, I can’t help but keep taking.
Pulling my hand from her shorts, I trail my wet fingers up her stomach.
“Part your lips for me, angel.”
In a daze, she does.
Through the slow flutter of her lashes, she reveals the pinkest of tongues.
My fingers graze her lips, her release coating them like a gloss.
Like she knows what to do, her tongue flicks out to taste herself.
“I’m starting to believe you’re not as innocent as you led on to be.” Muttering the words, my cock aches as I watch her suck on my fingers.
Groaning out a low string of curses, I don’t have the strength to keep holding back.
I drag my hand back—fingers still slick with her—and cup her jaw, tilting her face to mine.
No hesitation. No mercy.
My mouth crashes down, claiming her in a searing kiss.
My tongue invades, dominates , swallowing every whimper, every shuddering breath.
She tastes like surrender.
Like mine.
Her lips are already swollen, already marked, and when I finally pull back, it’s only far enough to watch her fall apart.
Eyes glazed. Chest heaving.
That pretty mouth parted, all for me.
I drag my thumb across her bottom lip, considering making it swell from another nip of my teeth.
“Breathe,” I command.
She does—just barely.
Just like that, due to my greed, I’ve tainted her more than I ever should have.
Instead of feeling shame for it, all I want to do is claim her completely.