Chapter Seven
MONIQUE
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She’d never been dicked down this good in her entire life. Monique hadn’t known her body could experience half the things it was experiencing right now. Neither had she known her body could move or be bent into the positions Orazio Cattaneo had put her in.
Either he was a magician, or she was more flexible than she’d thought. The latter was more believable. So, she’d go with that one. But she had to give Orazio his props. This man was teaching her things no romance book or porn film had ever shown her.
It wasn’t only his moves that surprised her. The sounds he made as he fucked her turned her on even more. Was he a man or some type of sex beast? Perhaps a sex god. Each time he growled her name, she worked her hips faster, wanting him to say it again. She wanted him to get so worked up that words failed him, and the only thing he could do was moan her name.
“Damn, La mia Rosa.”
Damn, he’d done it again. Her heat grew slicker as a surge of arousal caused her walls to tighten around his cock. The act pulled another groan from Orazio. If she could, she’d freeze time so they could stay in this moment forever. Because of Orazio, she found herself wishing she’d gotten divorced much sooner.
Hell, she wished she was the one who’d filed for it. She could barely believe there was this type of dick out there in the world – good dick, high-quality dick, grade-A cock. Yet, she’d spent her best years dealing with a low-grade dick, a dick that wasn’t up to code, a dick that could barely function.
The type of dick that forced women to hide in the shower to touch themselves after sex. She wasn’t going to have to do that this time, not with Orazio. He had the type of dick that made you sleep in.
It left you too tired to think about anything other than recuperating. This was the type of dick that made women lose their minds and fight other women. The type of dick that made a chick give a man her entire tax return.
This was the type of dick that made women date men who they knew weren’t going anywhere in life. But they firmly believed they could change those men. Because if the dick was that good, surely the man was good too.
This was the type of dick she’d been missing all her life. And though this was the type of dick that changed lives, Monique wasn’t naive enough to believe it could change hers. She knew this type of dick was good for one thing, a distraction. And it was doing its job.
It was distracting the hell out of her. It was making her forget her woes and focus on nothing but the dick. She was thankful that she’d approached Orazio at the bar. And she was growing more thankful with each second that passed.
Their gazes met. Damn, this man was sexier when covered in a sheen of sweat. A moan escaped her when he placed her legs over his shoulder and placed one hand around her throat. He didn’t squeeze her neck. He just kept his hand there as he fucked her. She wrapped her hands around his wrist as he drilled her.
Lifting her hips, she met him thrust for thrust. The look on his face held her entranced. She didn’t have to guess whether or not he was enjoying her. It was etched into his hungry expression. It was evident in his groans and the way he touched her.
This man was as enthralled by her pussy as she was by his dick. That made Monique want to jump for joy. Since she couldn’t jump at the moment, she made her pussy jump. Moving her hips faster, she fucked him back.
“Damn it, Rose,” Orazio groaned.
Removing her legs from his shoulders and his hand from her throat, he lowered his body to hers. Orazio trailed his hand up her body to cup her breast. Her hips jerked when he flicked his thumb over her nipple.
Her nipple had never felt so sensitive before, not even when she touched her own breasts. What type of spell was this man weaving over her flesh? And he wasn’t impervious to her reactions to his touch. She was pretty sure he’d expected it.
The proof was in the raspy chuckle that escaped him as his hand continued lower, rubbing over her stomach. Monique tensed, growing self-conscious about him touching her there. Even she didn’t like touching herself there.
“Every part of you is beautiful,” he groaned as if reading her mind. “Every part of you is mine.”
Again, he was working his magic. This time, with words. Her self-conscious feeling melted away. His hand inched lower until he reached her clit. One rub from his thumb against her tiny bud had her thighs trembling.
It didn’t take much to make her pleasure-starved body beg for more. And beg, she did. When he lifted his thumb from her clit, she followed with her hips, yearning for him to continue touching her there.
“Please,” she whispered.
He thrust into her, pinning her body to the bed as he slid his hand underneath her to cup her ass. With one hand under her bottom and the other behind her head, he held her steady as he shoved into her.
Monique forgot all about the clit massage she’d been yearning for mere seconds ago. Now, all she wanted was for him to keep pounding her body the way he was. Her arms slid around his large body, holding him close as their sweaty bodies rubbed together.
He lowered his forehead to hers and groaned, “This pussy feels so good.”
“Your dick feels so good,” Monique whispered.
“Rosa,” he groaned, lowering his head to her shoulder to kiss her there.
Her whispered words set off a fire inside of him. He thrust harder, diving deeper into her, pushing her closer to the edge of insanity. Once the onslaught began, it didn’t stop. Monique struggled to catch her breath as he fucked her.
He was touching all those hard-to-reach places that her ex hadn’t been able to locate. But she couldn’t fault Trevor. The poor man hadn’t had the right tools to find the places Orazio was reaching. Trevor hadn’t been working with the right equipment.
She’d thought the G-spot was a myth, something out of fairytales, like unicorns and leprechauns. She was now proof that the elusive G-spot existed because Orazio was stroking it right now.
Her body jerked and thrashed uncontrollably. He held onto her as she trembled in his arms. She tried to hold her groans in. With the way he was stroking her, that was impossible. Monique cried out, calling out his name. Through it all, he kept thrusting.
And she kept screaming his name, over and over again, until she was sure everyone in the hotel heard her. She didn’t care. She wasn’t ashamed. She’d never be ashamed of what she was experiencing with Orazio. His hand tightened in her hair as he gripped her ass. She felt him tremble. That pushed her over the edge.
The most powerful orgasm in the history of orgasms hit her. Her pussy squeezed him tighter as her orgasm rocked her body. She shuddered uncontrollably as her pussy convulsed around his length.
“Fuck,” he growled, then bit into her shoulder as his juices flooded her heat.
He kept bucking, pushing into her. Together, their bodies trembled as they rode the wave of pleasure. They were in their own little world where nothing else existed, only her and him. They clung to each other as their moans and groans filled the air.
Her orgasm was so powerful that she feared her body would never be able to handle mediocre dick again. Closing her eyes, Monique rode the wave of pleasure, allowing it to carry her away.
It was a long time before their bodies ceased shaking. An even longer time before their breathing returned to normal. Once the aftershocks ceased quaking their bodies, Orazio pulled out of her but didn’t move away.
Opening her eyes, Monique stared up at the ceiling as Orazio continued pressing kisses to her shoulder and neck. Her arms were still wrapped around him. She was waiting for an awkward feeling to overcome her.
It hadn’t come yet. Monique smiled. She wasn’t ashamed of herself. She’d feared she’d feel ashamed after the fact. She was wrong. She felt good about herself and what she’d done.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
After pressing another kiss to her shoulder, he raised his head to peer down at her. Monique swallowed back happy tears as she met his gaze.
“I’ve never been thanked after sex before,” he told her before grinning.
“This was more than sex to me,” Monique admitted.
This was like therapy – a very pleasurable therapy session. His grin disappeared, and his next words surprised her.
“This was more than sex to me, too,” he told her, leaving her speechless.
He looked serious. She didn’t know how to reply to that, so she remained silent. Unable to hold his gaze, she was the first to look away. He leaned closer to press a kiss to her forehead before resting his forehead against hers.
Silence engulfed them. But it was a comfortable silence. Neither of them was in a rush to move. It felt good being in his embrace. Too good. And that scared her. What scared her more was that she wasn’t ready to leave yet.
She wanted to spend more time with Orazio Cattaneo. Her battered heart was confusing good sex with love. No, love was too strong of a word. Her heart was making her believe she held a special affection for Orazio just because the sex was good.
Her heart was wrong. But this wasn’t the first time it had been wrong. Which was why this time, Monique wasn’t going to listen to her heart or her body. She was going to listen to her head. Orazio raised up to stare down at her.
“Monique,” he whispered.
“Yes.”
“Where have you been my whole life?”
Damn it. This man was a danger to her body, heart, and mind.
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ORAZIO
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What the hell made him ask her that? Orazio stared down at Monique. A deer in headlights was the only way to describe the look on her face. The panic-stricken expression told him far more than he wanted to know.
His words had displeased her. They displeased him too. They’d slipped from his mouth before he’d had a chance to process them. Where have you been my whole life? What type of man asked a question like that after sex?
Now, she probably thought he was a playboy still laying on the charm. Or she thought he was sprung, and all she had to do was smile at him a little, and he’d be wrapped around her finger.
Embarrassment wasn’t an emotion he was accustomed to feeling. Usually, he said what he meant, and he meant what he said. Because of the words he’d uttered, he was experiencing a strange tingling sensation in his cheeks.
Was his grown ass blushing? He needed to put some distance between himself and this woman right now. Embarrassed but refusing to let it show, Raz started to move away from her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back to her.
He wanted to resist, needed to. However, the moment her lips touched his, he was lost. This woman was truly like a drug to him. Every caress, every kiss, left him craving more. He couldn’t get enough of her.
If he wasn’t careful, he’d overdose on Monique Rose. Death by Rose. He had to admit, it wouldn’t be a bad way to go out. Considering the enemies he had, death by Rose would more than likely be the best out for him.
Her fingers threaded through the hair at his nape as she kissed him. Eyes drifting shut, Raz held her close, loving the feel of her body against his. This woman was made for him. She’d taken his fucking like a champ, never complaining about how hard he’d pounded her body.
Instead, the harder he’d fucked her, the slicker her pussy had gotten. How could he not be addicted to her? Where have you been my whole life, Rosa? Why the hell was that question on repeat in his mind?
Raz opened his eyes when Monique pulled away from the kiss. Lifting his head, he stared down at her. Damn, she was beautiful. How could anyone look into her brown eyes and not fall in love?
Love?
An uncomfortable feeling of comfort crept over him. It was the strangest shit ever. He would add it to the list of strange things his Rose made him feel. Her brown eyes held him captive.
He was caught in the grips of something stronger than him, and he didn’t know how to shake it off. Did he want to shake it off? Love? No, this wasn’t love. He didn’t do love. Love had never been kind to the men of the Cattaneo crime family.
He’d leave love to those who were emotionally rich and could afford it. When it came to emotions, he was bankrupt and had nothing to give. He tensed when he felt her fingers against his forehead. He hadn’t noticed that she’d moved one hand from his nape to the space between his brows.
Frowning, he asked, “Is this some new method of seduction?”
Her chuckle was a melody he hadn’t known his heart needed. Again, the word love drifted through his mind. He shoved it away. He was satisfied with her. Perhaps, a bit distracted by her. But he was not in love with her.
“I’m not trying to seduce you,” she told him. “I’m smoothing away the worry wrinkles in your forehead. If you keep worrying, those wrinkles will become permanent.”
“I’m not worried.”
“Why are you frowning then?”
Because you scare me. Because you make me think about things men like me shouldn’t think about.
Schooling his face into a nonchalant expression, he told her, “I’m not frowning.”
“You are.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“I’m not, Rose.”
“Let’s agree to not agree, Orazio.”
“Let’s agree that I’m right,” he countered.
“Must you always be right?”
“I must.”
“This time, you’re wrong,” she told him. “You may not think you’re frowning, but you are. People don’t frown with their lips only. They frown with their eyes, too, along with the crease in their forehead. And when they frown, their body becomes tense, and their heart starts to grow cold. Trust me. I know.”
She lowered her hand to her side. He wanted to grab it and place it back against his face.
“How do you know so much about frowning?” he asked.
“Because...” Her gaze dropped to his chest. “I’ve been frowned at a lot.”
Fucking Trevor!
The amount of anger the mere name of her ex brought over him was surprising. Men like Trevor pissed him off. Raz wasn’t perfect, but at least he acknowledged that he wasn’t capable of giving someone the love they needed.
Which was why he had no intention of offering Monique his heart. Contracts, protection, riches, and wild nights of pleasure were all he was capable of. With him, Monique’s heart would be protected because love would never be a requirement.
Sure, having her love him would be great. However, it wouldn’t be fair for him to ask for something he couldn’t give in return. He’d settle for having her by his side. He wanted her smiles, her kisses, her caresses, and her conversation.
He wanted everything except the one thing he couldn’t give in return. Love . Trevor, on the other hand, had been far greedier than Orazio. That bastard had demanded her love, knowing he didn’t have enough emotional riches to nurture that love.
And once he’d received it, he’d trampled over it like it was nothing, leaving her emotionally ruined. Trevor was the reason she was unsure of herself. Orazio would not be the reason her uncertainties grew deeper.
He raised his fingers to her face and mimicked the actions she’d just done to him, eliciting a smile from her.
“I’m not frowning,” she pointed out.
“This is for all the times you had to frown but didn’t have anyone by your side to comfort you,” he whispered as he massaged the space between her brows.
“I said I was frowned at a lot, not that I frowned a lot.”
“How could you not frown when someone was frowning at you all the time?” he asked, still massaging her head. “You deserve smiles and laughter. Not frowns, Rosa.”
Tears sprang to her eyes. She blinked them back. He was glad she hadn’t let them fall down her cheeks. If she had, he may have become so enraged that he’d need to find Trevor right then and end him.
“Where have you been my whole life?” she whispered, surprising him.
“What?” Raz froze.
“Nothing,” she told him.
“You said something.”
She shook her head. “It wasn’t important.”
It’s important to me. He kept that thought to himself. Lowering his hand from her face, he leaned down to kiss her forehead.
“No more frowning,” he told her. “You’re too beautiful to frown.” He moved back and pulled her up with him. “Join me in the shower.”
They both needed a distraction from whatever was happening between them. He nodded to the bathroom when she didn’t move. With a slight nod and her hand clasping his, she followed him to the shower. Still holding her hand, he turned the shower dial.
“How hot do you like it? Better yet,” he said. “Test the temperature for me.”
She stepped forward and placed her hand under the spray of water.
“Hot enough?” he asked.
She shook her head. A few seconds passed.
“Hot enough?”
Again, she shook her head.
“How hot do you like it?” he questioned as steam rose around them.
She glanced over her shoulder at him. Her gaze roamed over his naked body. All it took was a stare to have his cock swelling again, ready to plunge into her depths.
“How hot can it get?” she whispered, then winked.
Yeah, she was trying to take his heart right out of his chest. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Raz reached for the dial. His arm brushed against her breast as he did so. He gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to shove her against the wall and bury his cock deep inside her pussy.
He knew he’d find her wet and willing. The lustful look in her eyes told him she was just as hungry for him as he was for her. Shower first. Then they’d get dirty again. After adjusting the temperature, he placed his hand under the water to test it. It was just right.
“Get your sexy ass in the shower,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, not realizing how much her words aroused him.
Or maybe she did realize it. He was quickly learning that his Rose wasn’t as innocent as she appeared. That only made him want her more. He held her hand as she stepped into the shower. She brushed her body against his cock.
“Careful,” he warned, causing her to giggle.
He’d never get tired of seeing her smile. Neither would he get tired of staring at her curvy body. He followed her inside and closed the glass door behind them. Releasing his hand, she stepped under the hot spray of water. Raz stared down at his hand.
He lowered it to his side, not wanting to think about how cold he’d felt the moment she released him. He watched her tilt her head back to let the water wash over her face. She rubbed her hands over her face, then turned to him.
“You all have a boutique in this casino that sells head scarves, right? Because I’m going to need one for my hair.”
“Just tell me what you need, and I’ll make sure you get it.”
That granted him another smile. He’d do whatever it took to keep that smile on her face and that light in her eyes. But would he be able to keep that smile in place after the sun rose? Because once it did, she’d try to leave him.
Raz basked in the beautiful smile on her face. Come morning, that smile would evaporate. And he’d become the reason she frowned. Technically, that made him no better than Trevor. But unlike Trevor, Orazio Cattaneo would not let Monique Rose go.
So, in a way, that made him worse than Trevor.