CHAPTER THREE
Two days after the accident, Zane and I arrived at the hospital to bring Rocco home.
We found him already outside his room, standing at the end of the corridor, deep in conversation with someone.
He had been kept in the hospital a day longer as the doctor was still concerned about the concussion.
He ran more tests and gave Rocco some much needed rest.
Even with his injuries, his magnetic presence commanded everyone’s attention.
With each confident step closer, my awareness of him sharpened, my pulse quickened, and my skin flushed.
He was dressed in a black button-down shirt and wool slacks, his left arm still in a sling.
His dark hair was tousled, his jaw rough with a beard.
His head turned. His piercing blue eyes locked on mine, stealing my breath.
A wild urgency surged inside of me. And all I wanted was to run to him, to lose myself in his strength.
Tears streamed down my face as I hurried forward. He lifted his free arm and my arms wrapped around him. I melted against him, relief flooding every part of me.
Rocco groaned, tilting my chin and capturing my lips in a fierce, desperate kiss. The ache of missing him crashed over me. When we finally broke apart, I buried my face in his chest, sobbing into his shirt. “Oh, Wait. Is this hurting you?”
He kissed my forehead. “No, Bella. Please don’t cry. I’ll be okay.”
“We at Santa Maria Nuevo Hospital are here to accommodate you in any way you need, Mr. Marini. We’ve prepared your exit,” the gentleman in the suit spoke loudly in Italian, bringing our attention back to him.
Rocco nodded. “Thank you.”
We moved in silence down a hallway that ended at an emergency exit. A security officer strode ahead, disarmed the alarm, and radioed in. Moments later, Rick appeared, his expression serious. “We have press.”
I pulled my hood up, put on sunglasses, and smiled. “Ready?”
“It’s so good to see you.” He slipped his free arm around my shoulders, and we hurried with Rick toward the car, flashes popping as photographers snapped away. Police pressed against the barriers while we ducked inside, and the door thudded shut.
I choked back a sob and lowered my head, trembling uncontrollably. He quickly closed the privacy partition between the front and back seats, then sat closer to me. I could breathe in his ginger cologne, a small comfort in the chaos swirling around us.
Rocco’s fingers traced my cheek, sending a shiver through me. “Bella,” he whispered, leaning in. I swallowed, my eyes squeezed shut, and shook my head. “My sweet Adelina,” he murmured, fingertips brushing my chin as his lips kissed away my tears.
I sniffled, heat rising in my body. His hand slipped beneath my pullover, gliding over my bare stomach.
Skin to skin, that simple touch removed any distance between us.
And I could hear him so clearly in my head.
You’re all mine. Our connection, our bond, was so precious to him. I trembled, my heart racing.
“I tried to call so many times. I was so scared.”
“I know, and I’m sorry, Bella. I did everything I could to get back to you.”
I met his eyes, my heart tightening at the tenderness there.
He brushed my hair from my shoulder and sighed.
“How are you, my lovely? I’ve been out of my mind trying to get back to you.
Please, don’t cry. I’m going to be fine,” he whispered and kissed my face.
He wore his heart openly, giving me all of himself.
I saw how deeply he needed me, how real his feelings for me were.
My vision blurred, and my heart hammered against my ribs. “Rocco…I…I…love you,” I whispered, my voice trembling.
My confession wasn’t the grand romance I’d pictured.
There were no sonnets or moonlit balconies, just the back seat of a car.
Telling Rocco I loved him brought fear, too: the terror of emptiness if he left, regret if he never knew how much he meant to me.
That fear could haunt me forever. Love was never simple.
It was wild, chaotic, and full of longing.
But I accepted his love and gave mine in return, with all its messiness and hope.
Rocco’s eyes shone, and a smile on his lips made my heart pound so hard it could escape my chest. “You love me.” Hearing him repeat it with pure joy made me realize there was power in vulnerability. It was not a sign of weakness but a true testament to the strength of love.
“I do, Rocco. I love you.”
He groaned, capturing my mouth in a scorching kiss, his tongue claiming mine with hungry strokes that left me breathless.
When we finally broke apart, he nuzzled my face, and his lips trailed over my cheeks and forehead.
His hand tangled in my hair as his lips moved down my neck, the roughness of his stubble igniting a desperate ache inside me.
“Oh, Bella,” he groaned, kissing me again, rougher and more insistent. Each stroke of his tongue sent shivers through me, making me writhe in my seat, desperate to ease the ache inside of me.
“Rocco, I need you.”
“Unfasten your jeans.”
I did as he asked, and he slipped his hand inside, bold and demanding.
I stared down at his fingers moving inside my thong then rubbing my clit.
“Ohh.” My skin heated seeing the open front.
It was scandalous and dirty. We weren’t even alone, and he didn’t care.
His fingers rubbed the sides, slipping down to trace my opening, and teasing me as he pushed his finger in.
My pussy quivered in pleasure, and it was already so intense.
My hand gripped his arm—not to stop him, but to steady myself, and I cried out. “Ohh.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, and his lips brushed my temple.
“Don’t come,” he commanded, wanting to keep me on edge.
I was hot and willing to surrender to his will.
I tried hard not to move with his fingers and to slow down the orgasm I knew was coming.
My legs vibrated as I trembled. I lifted my hips, pressing my clit against his fingers.
“Bella,” his voice rose as a warning, and his fingers slowed to a light tease, circling my clit.
I let out a whimper. “You’re torturing me.”
“I’m torturing myself. You have no idea how sexy you look squirming against my hand inside your thong. You’re so wet; why are you so wet, Bella? Hmm? Are you always so horny, waiting for me to fuck you?”
I bit my lip to stop the moan, but it came out loud in the car. My hips lifted again, and I rocked against his fingers, which had gone still. “Are you?”
“I am,” I whispered.
“Good; that’s how I want you,” he praised, and kissed the side of my head before pushing two fingers inside me.
I arched my back and gasped, my inner walls clenching around them to keep them in.
“You’re so desperate, you’ll fuck my fingers.
Show me.” He pumped inside me, and I moaned as I rocked my hips while he used his fingers to fuck me.
He groaned. “Damn, you’re so hot, Bella. All I think about is fucking this tight pussy.” The car slowed, and I groaned as he eased his hand out of my jeans. “Not here.” Pleasure filled his face as I refastened the buttons. He leaned over and kissed me, then removed his sling.
I frowned. “Hey. You can’t do that?”
“It doesn’t hurt that bad.”
I rolled my eyes. “But you could reinjure it.
The car stopped, and I caught a wince in his expression. “See?”
“I’m fine. They taped it. I’ll get physical therapy, but even the doctor recommended that I not depend on the sling.”
“He said after a week. You still have a few days.”
He pressed a kiss to my lips.
I shook my head laughing. “A kiss doesn’t solve everything.”
“I think I have more plans than a kiss.”
The car slowed in front of the estate and parked.
Rocco climbed out and held out his hand for me, and I clasped it. “We’re not to be disturbed, Rick. Tell my mom I’ll come see her at Luca’s.”
“Yes, sir.”
He lifted my hand and kissed the back of it. Then we walked through the door, and he pushed me against it, tugging my pullover up. I lifted my hands as he pulled it off. His eyes widened in shock to find I had nothing on under it.
“No bra?”
“Uhm, it’s built-in.”
He let out a deep chuckle and leaned next to my ear. “Built-in.”
I let out a throaty laugh, and he licked the shell of my ear, his teeth lightly tugging on my earlobe.
I gasped. “Ohhh.” My hands gripped tight to his waist, and I writhed against his chest, moving my hard nipples up and down against it.
“Mmm, so sexy,” he groaned, his hand cupped one of my breasts and squeezed it.
I shivered and moaned. “I love the way you touch me.”
“I love touching you.” He kissed me again, and I unbuttoned my jeans, and tugged them down my hips. I grabbed ahold of a nearby table and kicked off my shoes as he removed his.
“I’m too keyed up. I’m gonna fuck you here.” He undid his trousers and I helped him take them and his underwear off. Then he gestured for me to turned me around and pressed his hand on my back to bend me over at the waist. “Hold on.”
I grabbed the doorknob, and he slid his cock between the cheeks of my ass, then swatted it, and I let out an amused yelp. “Damn. Open your legs and bend over more; give me a peek at my sweet pussy.”
His dirty words made me hotter, and I could feel the drip of arousal on my thigh and a tingling in my core as I salaciously spread my legs open for him to stare.
“So sexy.” He let out a grunt, yanked me against his erection, and humped my ass, teasing me with the feel of his thick, hard cock.
I writhed and moaned, anticipating the feel of it pushing deep inside me. “Please.”
“Yes, Bella. Anything for you.” My heart swelled.
He pressed a hand to my lower back, and I spread my legs wider and moaned as he teased his cock against my hot slit.
“Damn, you feel so good.” He shoved his cock all the way in.
He was thick, stretching me. He pulled out and pushed back in, stimulating deliciously with every drag.
“Yes. Ohhh. It feels so good,” I moaned.
He moaned and pushed in harder and started a rhythm.
My hand tightened to hold the door handle as the sweet friction sent shocks of pleasure through me, and I could feel my body climb.
He gripped my hips, thrusting faster, and pleasure grew hotter at my core. My inner walls tightened around him.
Rocco moaned long and low, then cried out, “Fuck, come…come on my cock.” He slammed into me hard and fast, and I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Ohh…” His hand touched my clit, and ecstasy started at my core and rippled through me as I clamped down.
He groaned. “Fuck. You drive me crazy, Bella.” His cock pulsated and throbbed inside me, and he dug his hands into my hips as he came, shuddering deep inside me.
“Damn, you make me come so hard.”
My skin was hot with his sweat as he pounded inside me. He pulled his dick out, and I groaned, trembling violently with aftershocks. But Rocco didn’t rest.
“Rocco.” I screamed-laughed as I pushed his hands away when he tried to pick me up.
“What are you doing? You’re injured.”
“Am I?” he joked, but I could see the strain in his face.
I crossed my arms. “Put it back on the sling.”
“I’ll be careful.”
I smiled. He wasn’t listening, which worried me, but he was safe. I was just happy to have him back. “I missed you, Superman.”