Chapter Five
ORAZIO
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She clung to him as he carried her from the elevator to his bedroom. He kicked his shoes out of the way as he walked. He was glad he’d left the lights on in his suite. He didn’t have time to fumble with the switch.
Monique’s high heels dropped to the floor as he walked. There was no point in stopping to retrieve them. She didn’t need them anyway. Soon, she’d be completely naked. He was thankful he’d left the door open when he reached his bedroom.
He kicked it shut behind him, not bothering to lock it. The damn door eased back open. Fuck it. No one would be able to enter his room. Even if they took the elevator to his floor, the facial recognition scanner on the elevator would search for him when they pressed T .
If he wasn’t on the elevator, the elevator would take them to the third floor, where his main security team was located. Likewise, if his Rose tried to leave without him, it would take her to his security team, who would then return her to his side.
Monique Rose now belonged to him. There would be no running away for her. Next to him was where she’d remain. Now, it was time to give her a reason to stay willingly. In his bedroom, he laid her down on his bed.
The moment her back touched his covers, she released him and scooted away from him, moving to the head of the bed, pulling her dress down as she went.
“My dress is ripped,” she complained, eyes darting around the room, landing everywhere except on him.
“Take it off,” he told her while shrugging off the rest of his clothing.
Her gaze returned to him. Standing naked before her, he watched her brown eyes travel over his body. When they met his, he realized he was losing her. The nervousness she was feeling was evident in her gaze, along with indecision and fear.
Those emotions were etched into her every movement – from the way she was clutching the hem of her dress, trying to pull it down some, to the way she was leaning against the headboard, trying to put more distance between them despite knowing there was nowhere for her to run.
She swallowed, and her gaze dropped to the bed. It was clear that she didn’t want to undress in front of him. With a body like hers, she should be eager to show it off. However, he understood her reservations.
The world they lived in worshipped a different type of beauty. If you weren’t a certain size, you weren’t considered attractive according to the mainstream media. The world could go fuck itself.
Every inch of this woman was beautiful. He wanted to strip her out of those clothes and show her just how beautiful her body was. He wanted to make her stand naked in front of the mirror and take in her curves. He wanted her to see herself through his eyes.
If she could, she’d know there was no reason for her to hide behind the flimsy fabric. But forcing that on her wouldn’t help the situation. Though he wanted to see every inch of her while he fucked her, what he wanted more was for her to be comfortable.
He strode across the room and flicked the light switch off. There was still light drifting into the room from the open bedroom door. Raz shut the door and locked it, plunging them into darkness.
It took a second for his eyes to adjust. By the time he reached the foot of the bed, he could see better. Rose was still leaning against the headboard, clutching the hem of her ripped dress.
“Are you naked yet?” he asked, knowing she wasn’t.
Maybe she’d feel more at ease if she thought he couldn’t see her.
“Not yet,” she whispered.
Her gaze dropped to his manhood. So, she could see him. Good . Raz gripped his cock.
Stroking it, he told her, “He misses your touch.”
She chuckled and leaned away from the headboard.
“Whose fault is that?” she asked. “He would be getting all my attention right now if you hadn’t carried me from the elevator like a caveman.”
“It’s not my fault your sexy ass brings out my wild side. I’m starting to feel a bit wild again. If you don’t get naked soon, I may tear that dress off you.”
“You might as well,” she told him, eyes dropping to her outfit. “My friend is going to kill me for ruining her dress anyway.”
“I’ll buy her another one,” Raz promised, eager to get those clothes off her. “Just to be clear, you’re giving me permission to tear your dress off, right?”
“I never said...” She paused. “I guess I kind of did say that, huh?”
“Yes, you did.”
“Oh.”
His grip on his cock tightened. “You’ve already won your part of the bet,” he reminded her. “You made me beg. Now it’s time for me to win mine. It’s time for you to beg, Rose.”
He smiled when she scooted down on the bed, then laid back against his pillows. She placed her hands behind her head. This was a sight he’d pay money to come home to every night. Hell, he had already paid money for this. She just didn’t know it yet. Would she hate him when she found out? Raz pushed that thought aside as her gaze met his in the darkness.
“You still plan to make me beg, huh? Okay. Give it your best shot,” she whispered.
His smile widened. His wild Rose was back. Releasing his cock, he placed one knee on the bed. He paused when she reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it up. She shimmied out of the ensemble, then tossed it to the floor.
Underneath it, she wore some other type of contraption. She slipped it down and pulled it over her hips. He wanted to help her pull it off, but his eyes were drawn to her breasts. Her bra was barely containing them.
At any second, they’d be spilling free. He wanted them in his mouth. He wanted to flick his tongue over her nipple. He resumed watching her undress when she tossed the second garment to the floor.
Only her bra and panties remained. As she worked her bra off, Orazio climbed onto the bed. Kneeling near the edge, he reveled in his first glimpse of her breasts. He barely noticed her throwing her bra to the side.
He was captivated by her brown nipples. They were calling his name. And he was ready to answer. Then he heard another part of her whisper his name. That pussy! She threw her final garment aside and spread her legs. He nearly came from the sight that greeted him.
“Are you hungry, Orazio?” she whispered.
“I’m starving,” he answered, mouthwatering, cock throbbing.
She lifted her hand and motioned for him to come closer. Caught in her spell, he obeyed. He made his way over to her slowly, like a panther stalking his prey. She spread her legs wider, making room for him to lie down between them.
Lying on his side, eyes glued to her pussy, he rubbed a hand over her thigh. He could feel how tense she was. The more he rubbed, the more she relaxed. His fingers crept closer to her center. Instead of continuing in that direction, he went higher, caressing her stomach.
“Must you touch that?” she asked.
His gaze rose to hers. “I must.”
“I’m... not comfortable with you touching my stomach.”
“May I ask why?”
“You can look at it and see why.”
“I’m looking, and I don’t see why?”
She huffed. “I don’t have a flat stomach, Orazio.”
He liked the way she said his name, even when she sounded irritated.
“What does not having a flat stomach have to do with me touching your stomach?”
“I know it’s not...” She paused before adding, “Attractive.”
His smile faded. “Don’t do that again.”
“Do what?”
“Say a part of you isn’t attractive.”
“It’s the truth.”
“Who’s truth? Not mine.”
This time, her chuckle held no mirth. “You don’t have to flatter me,” she told him. “We’re already in bed. Compliments are no longer needed.”
Compliments? Had her husband verbally abused her so badly that she couldn’t recognize the truth from empty flattery? Orazio rose to his knees. She sat up and covered her breasts with her hands.
“Lay back down,” he ordered.
“I thought you’d changed your mind.”
“Lay down,” he said, angrier than he should be.
“We don’t have to...”
Too angry to speak, he grabbed her ankles and pulled her down to him. She yelped, then snapped her lips shut. Shocked silent, she simply stared up at him as he leaned over her with his hands on either side of her head, caging her in.
“Put your hands behind your head and stay still,” he told her. “I’m going to kiss and lick every part of you that I find attractive. Don’t move, and don’t tell me to stop unless you truly are not enjoying what I’m doing. Nod if you understand.”
Nodding, she obeyed. Raz leaned down and kissed her forehead. She giggled. He held in his smile. But he couldn’t deny the sound of her laughter pleased him. He kissed the tip of her nose.
“Now, you’re just being silly,” she told him.
“When you get to know me better, you’ll learn that I’m always serious.”
“So, you seriously find my nose attractive?”
“When I say I find everything about you attractive, I mean everything. Now, be quiet. I’m working here.”
That granted him another giggle. He pressed his lips to hers, silencing her. He deepened the kiss, caressing her tongue with his. When her arms wrapped around his neck, he pulled away from the kiss. Blinking rapidly, she stared up at him, confused.
“Hands behind your head,” he demanded.
“Oh!” She promptly returned her hands to where they should be.
Raz pressed another quick kiss to her lips before trailing kisses across her cheek and then down her neck, where he paused to lick her until she squirmed. He continued his tour of kisses across her shoulder until he finally dipped down to her breasts.
His Rose shivered when his tongue flicked and then twirled around her hardened nipple. He loved the way it puckered up as if begging for his kiss. His Rose arched her back when he moved to her other breast and showered it with the same amount of attention.
She raised her hips, rubbing her pussy against him. He paused and lowered his head to the valley between her breasts.
“Stay still,” he growled.
She stilled. He took a few deep breaths, trying to regain his composure. This was about showing her how beautiful she was to him. But if she rubbed her pussy against him again, he’d forget about that and fuck her until she couldn’t remember her name.
“I get it,” she whispered. “You find every part of me attractive. Can we get to the other part now?”
He smiled against her breasts. His Rose was just as impatient as him. He was ready to get to the other part, too. However, he wasn’t done appreciating her beauty. Orazio continued trailing kisses down her body.
When he reached her stomach, he felt her tense. He took his time, trailing kisses up and down her belly until she giggled. At least she’d relaxed. Before her giggles could cease, he flipped her onto her stomach.
Silence filled the room as he pushed her hair away from the back of her neck. He trailed kisses from her neck to down her back until he reached her ass. Damn, she had a lot of ass. Raz pulled her to her knees.
With her head against the bed and her ass in the air, he kissed the small of her back while rubbing his hands over her smooth thighs. He eased her legs further apart as he sprinkled kisses over her ass. She arched her back and wiggled her bottom. He leaned back to watch her ass shake. Orazio licked his lips. He’d never seen an ass move like that.
“Do it again,” he demanded when she stopped.
She stared back at him. Their gazes met. She shook her ass again. His eyes returned to her body. How could she not believe her body was a work of art, especially when she moved it like that? He needed to be closer to her. He needed his tongue buried deep in her. But he didn’t want her to stop moving the way she was moving.
“I want you to move it like that while you’re sitting on my face,” Orazio demanded.
His Rose gifted him a wicked grin before whispering, “Lie down.”
Moving to the side of her, he did as she asked. Lying flat on his back, he watched as she moved to straddle him. He licked his lips, resisting the urge to grab her and pull her down onto his mouth so he could bury his face between her thick thighs.
Mouth watering, Orazio swallowed as she brought that pussy closer to his lips. Once she was close enough, he stretched his tongue out and took his first swipe of Monique Rose’s sweet pussy.
All it took was one taste, and he was addicted to a drug called Rose. Everything about her was intoxicating. From her beauty, to her voice, to her body that was created solely for him. And then there was her pussy.
Orazio gripped Monique’s thighs as his tongue delved between her silken folds. His cock jerked each time she moaned his name. Having his name on her tongue while her pussy was on his tongue aroused him. Straddling his face with her hands gripping the headboard, she ground her wetness against his mouth.
Raz drank down her juices, enjoying the taste of this woman, his woman. He sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it as her hips jerked. She moved her body faster. His tongue matched her pace.
Her breaths came in gasps as she rode his face. When her thighs began trembling, he knew she was close. Soon, she’d cum all over his tongue. He couldn’t fucking wait to taste her cream.
“Orazio,” she moaned. “I’m about to... I’m about to...”
I know, sweet Rose. Give it to me. Give me that cream.
He held her thighs tighter as her body bucked. Her juices coated his tongue. He drank them down, craving more. Raz continued licking her as she trembled uncontrollably. With one hand on the headboard and one hand now clutching his hair, she allowed herself to be swept away by the pleasure.
This was what he wanted for her. He didn’t want her doubting herself. He wanted her to enjoy herself. He wanted her to enjoy him. He wanted his Rose to live in the moment, to live for herself.
For so long, she’d been living for others. No more. From now on, she belonged to him, and he wouldn’t let anyone hurt her. He wouldn’t allow anyone to make her feel low again. And as soon as he found that ex-husband of hers, he was going to murder the bastard. Her ex would die a painful death for hurting her.
But that wasn’t the only reason Orazio wanted Trevor dead. After tasting Monique Rose, Raz refused to let another motherfucker who’d experienced this taste walk this earth. There could only be him.
Raz licked her until her body ceased shaking. He licked her until she released her grip on his hair. And when she rolled away from him to lie on the bed, he followed, face still in her pussy. He pressed a gentle kiss to her clit as she lay back against his bed.
He moved to lay beside her, to give her a moment to catch her breath before he brought her to the brink of insanity again. But this time, it would be his cock buried in her, not his tongue. However, when he lay beside her, she scooted away from him and then climbed off the bed.
Raz sat up. “Monique...”
She raised her hand, silencing him as she refused to meet his gaze. Moving around in the darkness, she searched for her dress. He rose to his feet just as she snatched her dress up.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, reaching for her.
She recoiled from his touch. Fuck!
“Where’s your bathroom?” she asked, voice shaking.
“Monique, did I do something wrong?”
“Please, just tell me where the bathroom is.”
“If I did something...”
“Please!” she yelled before taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly. Speaking more calmly, she repeated her question. “Where’s your bathroom?”
He pointed to the bathroom door. Eyes still not meeting his, she strode to the bathroom. After entering it, she closed the door behind her. He heard the lock click. Alone in the dark, standing naked next to his bed, Orazio rubbed his hand through his hair.
What the hell just happened? She’d gone from burning hot to freezing cold in less than five seconds. Growing frustrated, he licked his lips. The taste of her was still on his tongue. His tongue and what they’d just shared wasn’t the problem.
The problem was the man he’d yet to kill. The problem was that she wasn’t over her ex. And though she’d hoped to get out and have a wild night, she was now regretting it. She was regretting him .
Because of that regret, she was now trying to run from him, to hide from him, to shut him out. Raz glared at the bathroom door. She could get mad. She could get angry. She could throw shit and break shit.
What she couldn’t do was shut him out. That was something he couldn’t allow. Not tonight. Not tomorrow.
Not ever!