Chapter Eight
ORAZIO
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When he told her to tell him what she needed, and he’d make sure she got it, his Rose smiled at him like he’d just given her the world.
“Thanks,” she told him before raising her finger and motioning for him to come closer. “Come get wet with me,” she whispered.
She didn’t have to tell him twice. Raz stepped closer to her. Water rained over them as they showered. He grabbed two washcloths. One for him to bathe her with and one for her to bathe him.
For him, showering had never been so sexy. He didn’t bother trying to hide his erection. Why should he? He wanted her to see and feel what she did to him. He wanted her to know how much he craved her.
He took his time bathing her. He started with her front. Her nipple hardened when he rubbed the towel over her breast. He gave her breast a gentle squeeze with his towel-covered hand before flicking his thumb over her nipple.
They were so close that he felt her shudder. When it came time for him to wash her back, he didn’t ask her to turn around. Instead, he pulled her close until her breasts were pressed against his chest.
His massive erection throbbed against her belly. With her head resting against his chest, he reached around her and washed her back. He dipped his hand lower to wash her bottom.
“I may have to squat down to wash you there ,” he whispered.
“I can turn around,” she offered.
“No. Keep facing me.”
Raz squatted in front of her, bringing himself face-to-face with her pussy. Her chuckle brought his gaze to hers.
“Oh, I see why you wanted to squat,” she told him.
Smiling, he leaned forward. Eyes on hers, he licked her clit as he reached around her to rub the towel over her ass.
“Raz,” she moaned as he ground his mouth against her sensitive nub.
With the water falling over them, he pleasured her as he bathed her. By the time he was done bathing her, she’d cum in his mouth, and he’d drank down her essence. He wiped his hand over his mouth as he stood.
Towering over her, Raz asked, “Feel clean now?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied, causing his cock to jerk. “It’s my turn to clean you,” she whispered.
He sucked in a deep breath when she grabbed his cock and pulled him closer. He released his breath slowly as she slid her hand from the tip to the base of him, then repeated her actions. A shudder wracked his body when her thumb flicked over the head of his cock.
His stomach muscles clenched. A wicked smile appeared on her face. She knew just what she was doing to him. This woman was like a deadly weapon, killing him slowly. And he was her willing victim who was eager to see how she’d torture him next.
She took her time cleaning him. He’d never known how sensitive his nipples were until she grazed them with the rough cotton towel. Raz swallowed back a groan as he stared down at her. She rubbed the towel over his nipple again, using her forefinger to apply pressure.
His cock jerked against his stomach. He’d always wondered why some couples enjoyed taking showers together, especially on television. Now he knew why. Showers were erotic as fuck! She squatted in front of him to wash his legs. Raz stared down at her, his eyes filled with lust. He held back a smile as her face brushed against his cock.
She faced his dick and whispered, “Sorry,” her lips moving against the tip of him. “I didn’t mean to bump you,” she told his cock before resuming what she was doing.
Yet, she kept ‘ accidentally’ bumping his erection. A few times, she brushed her mouth against it as she took her time cleaning his legs.
“My apologies,” she whispered, breath brushing across his hard flesh. Then she licked her lips, tongue gently caressing his tip.
“You’re playing with fire,” Raz growled, barely holding on to his sanity.
She chuckled. “It’s a good thing I like the heat.”
Her words called forth a bead of precum. She flicked her tongue over the tip of him, licking it away. Damn you, Rosa . He gripped her wet hair and pulled her up to claim her lips in a fierce kiss. She kissed him back, her tongue dancing against his.
Before he knew it, he had her pressed against the shower wall with her hands pinned above her head. He was ready for another round of sex, and from the way she kept licking her lips as she eyed his cock, he could tell she was ready, also.
“I want you,” she whispered.
His control snapped. He turned her around and bent her over. She arched her back and placed her hands on the wall as he guided his cock into her body. With one hand at the back of her neck and the other at her waist, he thrust into her.
Her body gripped him tightly. Raz gritted his teeth as he pounded her body. There was no reason for her pussy to feel this damn good. How the fuck was he supposed to resist falling for this woman when her pussy treated him like royalty?
It gushed for him, coating his cock in her slick heat. It pulsed around him, letting him know she was already close to the edge. It took him in deep, welcoming him into its depths. This pussy was his. He’d licked it, he’d fucked it, he’d claimed it.
If another motherfucker tried to even sniff it, he’d put a bullet in that motherfucker’s head. Raz wasn’t just addicted. He was obsessed. He fucked her until they were both trembling, until their breaths came in gasps, and finally, when they could take no more, they climaxed.
He shouted her name. She screamed his. Their bodies jerked as his seed spilled into her, and she creamed all over his dick. It was a long time before they caught their breaths. Heart racing, he pressed her against the shower wall with her breasts to the wall and his chest against her back.
With his cock seated against her ass, he sprinkled kisses across her shoulder as he waited for them both to catch their breaths.
He trailed kisses up her neck, then gently bit her earlobe before whispering, “You’re mine, Monique Rose.”
Eyes closed, she didn’t say anything. But there was a satisfied smile on her face. A smile he’d put there. They didn’t leave the shower until the water turned cold. They washed quickly again before exiting.
Raz took his time drying her off. And she returned the favor. While she relaxed in his bed, he contacted security and had one of the guards make a gift shop run for him. They didn’t have the exact items Monique needed, but she did choose a lotion, a gray head scarf, and a black and gray maxi dress.
At least, that was what she called it. Not knowing what she needed, he’d given the phone to her and allowed her to instruct security. After the items were delivered to the room, she retreated to the bathroom to lotion up and wrap her hair.
Clad in black boxers, Raz relaxed in bed, waiting for her to return. Color tinted the sky, peeking through the blinds. Soon, the sun would be in full view. Soon, they’d have to have the talk, and he’d have to tell her about the contract.
Monique returned to the room looking good enough to eat, again. Smiling, she modeled her black and gray dress for him.
“This is actually kind of cute,” she said. “And it has pockets.” She shoved her hands into the front pockets of the dress.
“It looks good on you,” he told her before patting the space on the bed next to him. “Now take it off and come to bed.”
Her gaze darted to the blinds. “But it’s morn...”
His forced yawn drowned out her words. “Let’s get some sleep,” he told her, trying to sound exhausted. Yawning was truly contagious. One escaped her.
“I guess I can take a nap,” she said.
More comfortable being naked around him now, she shrugged out of the dress and draped it over a chair, then returned to bed. She scooted closer to him. And when he wrapped his arm around her, she rested her head against his chest. It was a simple act, yet it made him feel warm inside. Either he had acid reflux, or he was falling hard for his Rose.
“Goodnight, Orazio,” she whispered.
“Goodnight, Rosa.”
She fell asleep almost instantly. Her light snores filled the room, bringing a smile to his face. However, it was a long while before he was able to doze off. He had too much on his mind. As he watched her sleep, he thought of how she’d react in the morning when she found out he wasn’t letting her go.
Would she still smile at him? Orazio sighed. Maybe she wouldn’t. But eventually, she’d smile for him again. He was sure of it. Another yawn escaped him as he closed his eyes. He didn’t even remember falling asleep.
But when he opened his eyes again, the room was full of light, and the woman he’d been dreaming about was exiting the bathroom, fully dressed. Panicking, Orazio slowly sat up, eyes never straying from her.
“You look beautiful, Rose.”
His compliment brought a smile to her face.
“You too,” she told him. “Even with your bed hair.”
Raz chuckled. Rubbing a hand through his tousled hair, he told her, “I don’t think anyone has ever called me beautiful before.”
“I’ll be the first,” she said, striding over to him.
She pressed a kiss to his forehead. His heart clenched.
She leaned back to stare into his eyes. “You’re beautiful, Orazio Cattaneo.”
Raz swallowed. His voice was low and heavy with emotion when he responded with, “Thank you, Monique Rose.”
“You’re welcome. Since I’m the first person to tell you that, you should definitely remember me after we part ways.”
His heart stopped. “Part ways?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yeah. You know, after I leave.”
“Leave?”
It was like she was speaking another language.
“Yes!” she said, smile fading. “I’m talking about after I go home. Which I’m getting ready to do.” She chuckled nervously. “What’s wrong with you? Are you still half asleep?”
Raz stood up. “Monique, we need to talk.”
“About what?” she asked, staring up at him with those big, innocent eyes.
“About... breakfast. I’d planned to treat you to breakfast in bed.”
The smile she gifted him was more powerful than the sun.
“I’d love breakfast in bed,” she told him.
Raz let out a sigh of relief. He’d gained himself another hour of her smiles. After breakfast, he’d show her the contract and lay down the terms for her. After breakfast, he’d tell her that she belonged to him.
And he had the receipt to prove it.
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MONIQUE
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Orazio insisted that she was overdressed for breakfast in bed.
After hearing those words, she hadn’t hesitated to shimmy out of her dress and hang it up in his closet. It was such a cute dress. From now on, whenever she wore it, she would think of him and their amazing night together.
With the morning light drifting into the room, Monique walked over to Orazio in nothing but her undergarments. Hours ago, she would’ve been too self-conscious to allow him to see her undressed with the lights on. Now, she took pride in the fact that she could make him almost spill orange juice on himself as he watched her walk.
“You missed your mouth,” she told him, unable to help herself.
She then winked at him as he wiped juice off his chin. His chuckle was sexy. Every damn thing about this man was sexy. She hated they had to part ways this morning.
“You do that to me, Rosa,” he told her as he sat his glass of OJ on the nightstand.
His deep voice, paired with the way he called her Rosa, sent a shiver across her body that traveled all the way to her clit. Never had a man had this much power over her flesh. All he had to do was look at her with those piercing eyes, and goosebumps popped up on her arms. Getting wet for her ex had been a chore. She was getting wet for Orazio right now, and all he’d done was call her Rosa.
“You ready to eat?” he asked.
Monique nodded and tried not to focus on his lips. She stared away from him to the two trays of food on the bed. Room service had delivered breakfast a few minutes ago. She climbed into bed beside him and stared at her pancakes, sausage, and scrambled eggs.
Normally, she’d cut her sausage up, mix it with her eggs, and then spread it across her pancake. Then she’d roll her pancake up like a fruit roll up and eat it that way. She had no intention of doing that in front of him.
So, she ate her food the way normal people did. She sighed after forking a bite of fluffy syrup-covered pancake into her mouth. It was delicious. Almost as delicious as the man beside her.
“It’s good, right?” he asked.
Not wanting to speak with her mouth full, she simply nodded. He stared down at his plate and then back at her.
“How can I return to eating regular food after tasting your sweet pussy?” he asked.
Monique stopped chewing. Had he just said what she thought he’d just said?
He sighed. “I think your pussy has ruined me. Now, all I want to taste is you. This breakfast doesn’t appeal to me at all.”
His gaze roamed over her. That hungry look she knew well returned to his eyes.
“I’m hungry, Rosa. Not for this breakfast. For you.”
She tried to swallow her food. Then she remembered she hadn’t finished chewing it. Too late. She coughed, choking on her breakfast. Tears sprang to her eyes as she imagined herself choking to death while half-naked in a stranger’s room.
Her parents would be horrified by the headlines. Her best friends would think, if she had to die, at least she died full of food and dick. Her ex would probably think, she died how she lived, by eating too much . She pushed that last thought away.
She didn’t care what Trevor would think. She cleared her throat as Orazio patted her back and asked if she was okay. Yeah, she was okay. Embarrassed, but okay. It wasn’t until after her eyes stopped watering and she could finally breathe again that she spoke.
“Sorry,” she apologized. She cleared her throat before continuing. “That went down the wrong pipe.”
Hand still on her back, he began massaging her slowly. Now, it wasn’t her eyes watering, but another part of her. How can you think about sex right now? She chastised her pussy. We almost choked to death, yet, you’re thinking about dick? Granted, it was the best dick she’d ever had.
And if they knew each other better, she’d ask him if she could get a mold of it so she could have a dildo created in his likeness. Did that make her crazy? Maybe a little. Now, she was talking to herself and answering her own questions.
She was definitely crazy. Monique grabbed her glass of juice and sipped slowly, not wanting to choke again. After putting her drink down, she used her napkin to clean her mouth and hands, then crumbled it up and placed it on the plate that was still filled with food.
Food she wouldn’t be finishing because she really needed to leave. She wanted to leave him with a good impression of her. With the current track she was on, that wouldn’t be happening. So, she turned to him and smiled.
“Thank you for breakfast,” she started.
Something flared in his gaze. It was there one second, gone the next.
“You’re welcome. But I’m wondering if you really liked it. You didn’t finish it.”
“Actually, I’m on a diet,” she confessed, even though that wasn’t the real reason she hadn’t finished.
His gaze narrowed. “Why?”
Awww. It was sweet of him to pretend he didn’t notice her love handles or the fact that her thighs were twice the size of his.
“I want to be healthier so I can live longer,” she answered.
“As long as you’re not doing it to please the world or others,” he told her. “To me, you’re beautiful just the way you are.”
Uh, swoon! Be still my beating heart... and twat. But seriously, why did she get wet every time this man spoke? It was embarrassing. He could recite the alphabet, and she’d probably be ready to ride him by the time he reached the letter J.
“Thank you,” she told him. “I mean it, really. Thank you. And thank you for last night.” She lifted her tray so she could slide off the bed, then she returned her tray to the bed. Still smiling, she told him, “I’m going to get dressed... again.”
He lifted his glass to his lips but didn’t respond. Um. Okay . She turned and retrieved her dress, then entered the bathroom. She cast a glance at him as she slowly closed the bathroom door and saw him reaching for his phone.
Door closed, she pressed her back to it and smiled. Was he calling her a ride? How sweet . She’d planned to call one of her friends to come get her. However, she had a feeling they’d both show up together so they could hear the details of her one-night stand on their drive home.
While she waited for them to arrive, she’d planned to gamble a little at the downstairs casino. But, if he wanted to call her a ride, she wouldn’t turn the offer down. Still smiling, she quickly dressed.
She checked her head wrap in the mirror. Her hair was still damp underneath it. But, the wrap was styled fashionably on her head, and it paired well with her dress. Security had brought her a few toiletries to the room earlier.
She quickly brushed her teeth before washing her mouth out, drying her face, and putting on lotion. By the time she returned to the room, she was ready for whatever the day had to offer. But she was shocked to see that Orazio was no longer in the bedroom.
After grabbing her purse and putting on a little lip gloss, she went in search of him. She found him in the kitchen area, seated at the table. She was still amazed at how huge his suite was. He had a full-size kitchen and all.
Documents and a folder were spread out in front of him. Oh, he hadn’t been calling her a ride. He was getting ready to work from home. She felt foolish for thinking he’d been looking out for her. No worries . She’d just call her friends from the casino section.
“Orazio,” she called out, hating that she had to disturb him.
He’d appeared deep in thought before she’d called his name. He glanced up at her, then nodded to the chair next to him.
“Sit down, Rosa. There’s something you need to read over. After you’ve read it completely, I’ll answer any questions you may have.”
She was confused for a second. Then it dawned on her. He was rich, and he was a businessman. Of course, he’d want her to sign some type of NDA. He probably had one-night stands with strange women all the time. Which meant he was a playboy.
For some reason, that didn’t sit well with her. A brief flame of anger, hurt, and jealousy, all wrapped up in one, flared within her. Though she hadn’t planned to see him again after today, part of her had hoped this encounter had been as special for him as it was for her.
She quickly doused the flame inside her. A one-night stand wasn’t supposed to come with feelings. She needed to be as cool and detached as he was. She was okay with signing a non-disclosure agreement with him. She had no intention of running around telling everyone that she’d screwed Orazio Cattaneo.
She stared down at the document he’d pushed in her direction. The bold words at the top of the document read: DCA and NDA . The NDA part, she understood. However, Monique had no idea what DCA stood for, and she wasn’t signing something she didn’t understand.
“What is a DCA?” she asked.
“Everything you need to know is in the document. Sit down, Rosa.”
She didn’t like this new version of him. Gone was the charming, flirty lover she’d experienced earlier. In his place sat a cold, detached businessman who couldn’t even hold her gaze for longer than two seconds.
She didn’t know what was in this document, but she had a feeling she wasn’t going to like it. She pulled a chair out and sat down across from him, not missing the look he cast at the chair beside him.
She didn’t want to sit next to him. In fact, she had a feeling after reading this doc, she wouldn’t want to be around him ever again. She pulled the document closer to her and continued reading it.
As most legal documents were, it was filled with legal jargon. But one part stuck out to her. This debt collection agreement will hereafter be referred to as a DCA . Her gaze jerked to his.
“A debt collection agreement? I don’t owe you a debt. I didn’t even gamble last night.”
“Continue reading,” was all he said.
“Why should I? I know I don’t owe you a debt.”
Was this some type of scam? Were there cameras in the bedroom? Had he recorded their sexual encounter, which he would now use to extort money from her? Her heart raced as her mind came up with all types of scenarios. Why did her one night out lead to her being seduced by a scammer? She’d known all dick wasn’t good dick, yet, she’d fucked him anyway. Stupid her!
“Rosa, everything you need to know is in that document. Continue reading and stop wasting time.”
She swallowed. He didn’t sound like the man she’d met in the bar at all. She jerked the paper off the table and continued reading. The more she read, the sicker to her stomach she felt. And then she saw her ex’s name.
Trevor Wilks in bold.
A gasp escaped her. Sure, her ex was the scum of the earth. And sure, she regretted ever meeting him. But surely, he couldn’t have stooped this low. Had that rat bastard really sold her to pay off a fucking debt?
Impossible? Right? No one would do that, right? Her hand shook slightly, causing the document to flutter. Ice-cold anger infused her veins. This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be legal.
Without looking at Orazio, she said, “My ex-husband sold me to you to pay off his debt to the Cattaneos?”
Without hesitation, Orazio replied. “He did. You belong to me now, Rosa. And I have the receipt to prove it.”
Receipt? This sick fuck! She wasn’t some damn product to be purchased. Her angry gaze met his. He smiled. Monique snapped.