CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
R occo stopped in the middle of the block and stood facing me as people walked around us. He loosely took my fingers. “Adelina….” He said my name and blew out. “I have to travel because I have to, not because I want to.”
He had a production office in L.A. and I knew he had to leave. However, I didn’t want to leave things as they were between us.
I licked my lips. “Yes, I know you can leave, but I want us to move forward….”
He squeezed my fingers. “I want that, too. Tell me what I can do?”
I blinked rapidly. “I’ll always be hurt by what Luca did, and I know you didn’t do it. But what I’m having a hard time with is that I…I feel guilty.”
His brows pulled together. “Guilty? About what?”
“Because your grandfather used you, too. You were forced to marry me. How can I live with myself knowing you don’t want me?” Tears fell down my face, and he cupped it, his thumbs wiping them away as his gaze fused with mine.
“Te adora, Mi Bella. I chose you.” He kissed my cheeks and tugged me into his arms. “Please let that thought go. You’re mine and I want you.”
I laid my head on his chest and relaxed against him as if a weight lifted off of me at hearing him say that.
Rocco suddenly went stiff and eased me out of his arms. His expression turned grim. “Someone’s recording us.” He cursed under his breath.
I recovered, schooling my expression to blank. “I forgot we have no privacy. Sorry.”
“You have no reason to be sorry. We’ll have some soon. I promise.”
On our walk back to the car, I couldn’t help but replay how emotional I’d been with him on the street. It frightened me how much I wanted him to care about me.
We climbed into the car, and Rocco took out a handkerchief from his jacket. I reached for it, but he brought it to my face and gently wiped down my cheeks, clearing my tears.
I curled my chin under, but his fingers gently lifted my head, forcing me to look into his eyes, which were full of compassion. He wasn’t letting me pull away from him. He stayed close to my side, even as we rode away. The tension between us continued to build, and I became aware of his bicep warming my arm, and his thigh heating mine. But I didn’t move because even this contact soothed my loneliness. His scent of cedar and his natural sweat worked as a seduction of their own.
I inhaled it and impulsively moved closer to him, his words from before ruining any defenses I had for wanting him.
“I chose you. You’re mine and I want you.”
He reached over and slid his hand down my jaw and neck.
I trembled and pulsed in need and anticipation. Rocco never hid what he wanted, his breathing uneven and harder through his lips. My heartbeat pulsated in my ears, and my chest rose and fell quickly. I shifted my legs to create friction to soothe that growing ache. It was all happening right before him, and he knew he had me.
He wrapped a hand around my nape and gripped it. “Kiss me, Bella.”
I leaned over and pressed my lips to his. That was all he needed. He clasped my face and kissed me back. My lips parted, our tongues sliding sensually against each other. The more we kissed, the rougher we became, pressing harder, sucking tongues. I gripped his face to mine, craving his impatience to have me, urging his complete loss of control. And I got it. He thrust his tongue past my lips deeper, and I sucked on it.
He groaned into my mouth, his hand yanking the top of the sleeveless dress so hard it ripped. “Fuck, you’ve made me desperate.” His mouth latched hard on my nipple and sucked, and I groaned, clutching his head and arching my back for more. He yanked more of it down to squeeze my other breast, his teeth grazing one as he lightly pinched the other. I buckled at the jolt in my clit. “Mmm, yes, take me, Rocco.”
“Damn it, you’re so fucking hot,” he growled.
I spread my legs apart and pulled the end of my mini higher. Rocco grunted, his hand moving down my body, gripping my knee hard. Our breaths were heavy. The car had slowed to exit the highway, and we were soon close to home.
He stopped and pressed his intercom for Rick. “Leave us in the car park, thanks.”
“Rocco,” I moaned, taking his hand and putting it between my legs.
“You want me to feel your pussy,” he rubbed the thong covering my hard clit. I quivered.
“Yes, touch me more, please, Rocco.” It felt good, but it wasn’t enough; I needed his bare fingers on my skin.
“Take everything off,” he demanded in a sensual, authoritative tone.
I unzipped the side of the dress, then took it off, leaving me in the garters. I glanced over at him as he rubbed his erection, watching me. I shimmied the thong down my legs, then removed the rest of my clothes, leaving me naked.
We hadn’t turned into the drive yet, but Rocco wanted my submission and humility. He pulled me on his lap, moving my thighs on the outside of his legs, leaving me wide and exposed.
My skin burned hot with shame, yet I ached for him so much I felt like crying. “Please, touch me.” His erection was hard and throbbed at my back. I wiggled and moaned.
“You’re so sexy needy,” he purred and cuddled my waist and kissed my neck. He was still teasing, but then he rubbed my pussy, stroking the hot folds and circling my clit.
“Ohh. Ohh, yes,” I moaned over and over. He knew how to touch me and even exposed I didn’t care as long as he kept pleasuring me.
“Mmm, fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned and sucked on my neck, moving his erection against my ass.
The car finally stopped, and as Rick pulled into the parking garage, the lights came on, and I was very naked on his lap. I tensed, my heart pounding. Rick opened the car, and I wanted to grab my clothes, fearing he’d see me so compromised. But Rocco’s arms tightened around me, and he licked my neck and rubbed my clit wetter; I closed my eyes and clenched empty, so aroused that I dripped on the seat.
“If you keep dripping on my seat, I’ll make you lick it off,” Rocco warned in a deep tone.
I tensed, a trickle of fear and desire swirled inside of me, and my body shook. He pushed two fingers in and pumped them inside of me.
I moaned and gushed.
“My sweet, dirty Bella. You dripped more.” His tone was admonishing, but his cock was so hard and big against my back that I was distracted, wanting to feel him fuck me so badly.
He brought his finger to my lips. “Suck it clean.”
I sucked on it, tasting my essence, but I was still leaking. He sat me on the seat and opened the car door, then climbed out, leaving the door open. The light came on in the car, and I glanced down at my flushed and swollen body.
“Move down on your knees. I want you to see what you did to the seat.”
I knelt down on the carpeted car floor and looked at my seat and dropped my head forward in shame. My skin burned in embarrassment.
He handed me a handkerchief. “Clean it.”
I wiped over the arousal as he leaned in the car to watch me and I grew wetter as I cleaned up the drops I left.
“You’re so good, but you missed a spot.”
I lifted my head up as he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. “Look how wet you made it.” His hard cock glistened with pre-cum as he stroked it, and I clenched between my thighs. “Lick it, Bella and I’ll lick you all over.” He stepped close and I moved closer to him as he brought his cock to my lips and rubbed the spongy slick head over them. I sucked in a shaky breath, dragging my tongue over the arousal, and let out a moan as I swallowed.
He let out a loud groan. “Fuck that’s good. You’re a good girl. I’m going to fuck you bad.” He took off his jacket, and I slipped it on. He extended his hand and I clasped it, helping me out of the car. I was on my feet standing next to it, and he pulled me hard against him and crushed his lips to mine, his tongue swept in teasing, demanding more access, and I opened my lips wider, sliding my tongue in, and he sucked on my tongue. The sensual tug sent shivers down my body and had me dripping. I could feel my arousal slide down my thigh. We parted, and I drew in air. He cupped my face, his thumb rubbing across the bottom seam of my lip. “I was too envious of you tasting your pussy. You forgive me, Bella?”
I shuddered hard, squeezing my thighs together.
His eyes scanned down my body, touching the top of my thigh to swipe more of my arousal he placed on his lips to taste. “Mmm, so sweet. Let’s get you inside before you make me fuck you here.”
I had to walk the rest of the way from his private garage to the elevator in only his blazer next to him, fully clothed. My body heated, and goosebumps raised on my skin as my heart hammered in my ribs. How could I be embarrassed and so sexually aroused at the same time?I glanced at him, and his pleasure and satisfaction were evident, but there was lust there, too. He wanted me just as much.
I shivered, and he wrapped his arms around me from the back, kissing my neck. “You give me all I want.” He hugged me tighter to his body; I could feel the heat through his shirt, his hard cock behind his trousers pressed against my ass.
I moaned and whined. “Please make me come.”
“You won’t have to wait much longer,” he whispered against my skin.
The door opened, and we stepped out. The only light lit was the Jackson Pollock painting. I was already hot, but I felt a jolt to my clit, that chaotic urgency I drew on from the masterpiece. He ripped his shirt open and dropped to his knees in front of me, licking my pussy with my legs closed; I opened them and grabbed his head hard, pushing against his mouth and rolling my hips as he devoured me. He squeezed my ass hard as he lapped.
“Nourish me, Bella,” he said between rough pants.
“Ohhh, Ohh,” I moaned loudly.
Rocco sucked my clit, and my legs shook; he took me down on that rug and spread me wider, sucking and thrusting his tongue inside me, and I came, shaking and gripping his head. He kissed and nibbled up my stomach to lay on top of me and kiss me deeply, then commanded, “Get on all fours.”
I rolled over on my stomach, and I heard the sound of buttons breaking as he tore off the rest of his clothes and then dropped down behind me. His hands dug hard into my hips, and he lunged inside of me, and I cried out at the sweet, hot surge of his thrust. He was so big and thick it felt like agony and ecstasy.
“You break me every time. You burn me, you squeeze me so tight,” he moaned and groaned as he fucked me.
I writhed, moving my hips back to meet his hot drives. “Take me harder, hurt me,” I pleaded. It was primal mating. I wanted to feel conquered.
“It’s mine, feel it,” Rocco said roughly between hard breaths. He was so possessive and commanding, and I wanted it all. He moved unrestrained inside of me with a power thrust, in and out. I could feel the slap of his balls, the drips of his sweat, and the damp hair on his body. All of it made me lose myself in him. I was wild and desperate, wanting him to stay inside me.
I moaned and began to sob; I needed him to fuck me raw.
Rocco got me. He slammed inside of me.
I tried to hold back, but my body climbed, and my inner walls tightened. I was going to come again. Rocco ground his cock in, and I shook all over. “Ohh. Ohh, Rocco.” I came and didn’t stop. He reached a hand in front of me and stroked my clit. I cried out as ecstasy took me, spasming around his cock.
“Christ,” Rocco said, moaning, gripping my hips tighter as he pounded. His sensual strokes hitting spots inside me made me delirious and feral. It felt too good.
“Oh, Rocco,” I moaned and pushed back into his thrust.
“Adelina,” he let out a roar as he came, jerking and grabbing my hips and squeezing them.
I moaned and spasmed with aftershocks around his thick cock.
“Yes, yes….” I could only say. I felt euphoric and exhausted.
He let out a heavy groan as he slowly pulled out. And even that sweet last glide of his cock was pure ecstasy. It wasn’t just sex; he pushed me sexually in a way I wouldn’t have dared to explore.
“Ready for more?” Rocco scooped me off my feet and carried me upstairs to start all over again.