Chapter Seven
SHAY
Ishould be disgusted, right? Being forced to perform degrading acts in front of a room full of people. Sick to the stomach, and scared for my life would be the normal reactions. Yet, somehow, I… I… I enjoyed it.
Rocco’s firm touch and the way he lost himself to the passion drove me crazy. His hands caressing my breasts, lifting my dress, and touching my ass. It was incredible. It made me feel alive. What’s worse, I’m still confusingly excited about Rocco spanking me.
Oh God, there’s something wrong with me. This isn’t normal.
Rocco’s had a cell phone glued to his ear since we left Vincent Lombardi’s home. The back-and-forth conversation about Vincent’s health has him worried.
“What have his doctors said?” Rocco asks.
I can’t hear the reply, but I can see the fear in his eyes at the response.
“When will he wake?”
Another inaudible response.
“Keep me posted. As soon as he wakes up, you call me.” Rocco hangs up.
“I’m sorry about tonight, Shay. I had no idea Emilio was going to pull that stunt,” Rocco says when it’s only us left. He’s clutching the box with the pistol in it against his chest.
“Don’t be sorry. We do what we have to do, right?
” I can’t let Rocco know that I enjoyed myself.
I haven’t processed it myself, and I wouldn’t want him to get any funny ideas about my interest in sticking around.
I still plan on running at the first available opportunity, and Vincent Lombardi’s stay in a hospital might open a few doors.
Rocco walks over to the living room and takes a seat in the leather armchair. He steeples his fingers in front of himself, staring up at the ceiling.
“Are you okay?” I ask. I walk over and perch on the arm of the chair.
“Yes. No. I don’t know,” he says. “Vincent is a terrible person, and he’s done despicable things in his life. But he’s been good to me.”
“How did you get involved with him?” I ask.
I’m curious about Rocco. We’ve both been put in a strange situation with this forced relationship, and I want to understand the person I’m shacked up with.
Beneath his hardened exterior, I suspect there’s a softness inside this giant.
It’s the reason I enjoyed our time in the Lombardi estate, and why all his strange actions don’t bother me as much as they should.
He’s shown me kindness, when he could’ve been a monster.
“He spared my life when I was a kid and brought me into his fold,” Rocco says slowly.
“I thought it was a curse at first, but Vincent treated me well. He took me under his wing and he gave me the support I lacked from my actual family.” He clears his throat and sniffs audibly.
“He’s the closest thing I’ve had to support, and I’m worried about what might happen if he doesn’t survive this. ”
“What might happen?”
“Emilio might happen. He didn’t take kindly to me stealing his father’s affection and with him in line to lead the Lombardi mafia…” Rocco pauses. He takes a long, deep breath. “Trouble might be on the horizon.”
I take one of his hands in mine. I can see he needs the support, and as my only source of protection, I’ll be his pillar.
He squeezes my hand and runs his thumb over my knuckles. His eyes don’t break away from the ceiling.
“I won’t let them hurt you, Shay,” Rocco says. “This, I swear.”
I slide off the armrest and onto his muscular thigh. Rocco’s eyes drop to mine, while I break the grip on our hands and wrap my arms around his neck. What’s coming over me? What am I doing?
It’s too late to overthink this. I turn my brain off and let my body run on autopilot.
“What are you—“
I don’t let Rocco finish his question before I plant a kiss on his lips. He shuts his eyes and loses himself in the embrace. His hands grip my hips and reposition me until I’m straddling him.
I grab handfuls of his hair and pull his face tighter against mine until our mouths move together hungrily.
His hard cock pulses against my thigh through the fabric of his designer slacks. I start grinding against the thick slab tenting his pants, and his grip tightens on my thighs. I trail kisses down Rocco’s cheek and nibble on his earlobe.
A low groan vibrates against my skin, and his hips restlessly grind his cock against my soaked pussy.
“Do you want to know a secret?” I whisper.
Rocco can’t respond through his heavy breathing, but he gives me a nod of his head.
“I’m not wearing any panties. I forgot to pick a pair up.”
“Ah, fuck,” Rocco groans. His body jerks like he’s on the verge of climax.
Good, I’ve got him in the palm of my hand. I’m in control. Just the way I want it. I break away from his neck and hoist myself up on his shoulders. With his head in my grip, I pull him against my chest. Rocco doesn’t miss a beat, kissing my breasts through the black dress.
“Take it off,” I say.
As if he was waiting for those words, Rocco grabs the underside of my dress and hoists it over my head. His eyes instantly meet my chest, and hunger darkens his expression.
He leans in again, kissing along my soft skin. His tongue trails over my nipples, while his fingers sink between our bodies.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he mutters against my breasts.
I’m about to respond, but the words get choked in the back of my throat as his fingers meet my soaked cunt. He starts with a slow, deliberate motion, gently grazing over my sensitive skin, before the end of his thumb meets my clit.
“Oh, fuck.” The sensation sends shivers down my spine. My body jerks uncontrollably, and I submit to Rocco’s expert touch.
I press my hips into his rotating thumb.
He’s driving me crazy with his touch, and with the smug smirk on his face, I see he knows it.
His thumb continues its work on my sensitive clit, while a free finger traces through my arousal.
I yelp at the sudden pressure penetrating me, and it inspires a growl from Rocco.
He’s loving this. But so am I.
Pressure coils tighter and tighter inside me until I can barely breathe. My hips grind desperately against his hand, chasing the release building inside me.
I’m close. So close.
“Come for me, Shay,” Rocco says. His husky voice sends me over the edge, and I need to steady myself on his muscular shoulders.
My entire body shudders as release rips through me. Still catching my breath, I bring Rocco in for another kiss, and he kisses me back without hesitation. When it comes to an end, he helps me off his lap and stands up.
Instant sadness builds inside me, not feeling him so close.
“Thank you for the distraction, Shay,” he says. If he let me, I’d have done a lot more to divert his attention. “But we should get some rest. The uncertainty of what tomorrow may bring has exhausted me.”
And with that, he retires to the bedroom. I follow behind.
Tonight, we’ll share a bed.