Rocco pressed a lingering kiss to her hairline and suddenly said, “You haven’t made that call yet, beautiful.”
Alessa blinked, entirely derailed by the declaration. She tilted her head back to look up at him, prepared to ask what in the world he meant, when realization dawned. Of course, he meantthatcall. The one she had hoped to put off until the next day. And then she balked. “Seriously? You want me to be thinking about another man right now?”
Rocco made a derisive sound and his arm tightened around her. “Not for a second.” His chest expanded with a hard breath. “But we both know it needs to get done.”
“Now?”
Something wicked took over his expression. “You’re right. I think I need to make sure you know who you belong to before you make that call.”
“I what?” She didn’t even know where to begin with that statement.
But Rocco had stopped listening. Or stopped conversing. He was nibbling along the shell of her ear and the arm around her dipped lower. It only took him a few seconds to find her clit, and then he had her earlobe in his mouth as his fingers began to work.
Any protest she might have had died on her lips. Her hips began to rock with his ministrations and she let her head fall to the other side, exposing more of her neck. She felt so wanton, the way she was spread, but she struggled to care.
He licked and sucked down to her jaw, his hand steady, until she was balancing on the precipice. Then he removed his touch, rolled his hips, and she felt his thick length sliding into her pussy. The angle wasn’t one they’d tried yet, but her body already recognized him. Already welcomed him.
Alessa moaned, grinding her hips down to take him deeper, faster.
Rocco lifted his hand and captured one of her breasts, kneading it almost roughly as he worked his fingers up to her nipple. “That’s it, beautiful,” he murmured against her skin. “Be a good girl and come on my dick. Let your body show me how much you fucking love it.”
Her core pulsed and she moaned, moving one hand up behind her in a blind attempt to reach for him. Her fingers connected with his hair and she tugged. “Rocco, sir, please. Please come with me. Please fill me up.”
He crashed his lips to hers and bucked beneath her, filling her up in a different way. A way she still very much enjoyed. His kiss was rough, demanding, and the water sloshed around them as their bodies moved together. He had both hands on her breasts now, grabbing them with his whole palms one moment, then torturing the nipples in the next.
Finally the kiss broke, Rocco bit lightly down on her lip, and caught her unfocused stare. “I’m going to fill you up tonight, my queen. Make no doubt about that. But right now, I just want you to come all over me. Come on my fucking dick. Show me how good I make you feel.” He angled his head, ran his tongue over her ear, and in a husky timbre she barely heard, he reached in and took command of her body. “Now.”
The orgasm crashed into, or over, her and Alessa lost her sense of self for a long moment as her body shook and burned in Rocco’s arms. She wasn’t even sure if she screamed.
She only knew that when she came back to herself, they were still in the tub, and he was still nestled fully inside her. He’d released her breasts at some point in favor of winding one arm around her once again, the fingers of his other hand gently brushing through her hair. It was nice. It was relaxing. It was the sort of tender and sexual blend that made a woman feelthings Alessa knew, in the recesses of her mind, she was not supposed to be feeling.
Rocco kissed her forehead softly and it was a moment before his murmured words seeped into her post-orgasmic brain. “You are mine, Alessa Adimari. My beautiful, deadly queen.Mine.” It didn’t feel like he was speaking for her to hear, but her heartrate kicked up with each quietly uttered syllable.
She had to force herself to stir enough to draw his attention. “Rocco, you didn’t—”
He met her stare with a searing smirk. “I will. Later.”
“Later?”
He reached out, gave his hand one hard shake, then lifted her phone from the shelf along the far wall. And even as he spoke, she remembered what he’d said minutes before. But she couldn’t quite believe what he was saying in the moment. “Make your call, beautiful. Buy yourself some more time.”
She accepted the phone as if in a daze, watching water drip from her very wet fingers and much more achingly aware of the body part that was not technically hers which was still nestled snugly in her core. “I— But— We should—”
Rocco kissed her cheek. “I’d prefer you made the call on speaker.”
Something pulsed, deep inside, that she didn’t know how to name. Or perhaps she was afraid to name it. Yet she found herself going through the motions of unlocking, dialing, and even tapping the speaker button. As she did the last thing, and ringing filled the air, she finally cut Rocco a hard look and hissed, “Don’t youdarestart anything.” She really didn’t want to have to ‘wheelchair’ him.
He only smiled and tightened the arm still around her middle, making sure she was snug against his chest. It would have been cozy, arguably romantic, if not for the heavy and distracting presence of his cock inside her.
The line connected and a different kind of heat rushed to Alessa’s face as Dante’s voice followed the soft click. “I assume you’re calling with good news.”
It’s not a video call it’s not a video call it’s not a video call.“Yes,” she said, managing not to clear her throat like an awkward, self-conscious teen. But it came out somewhat strangled and she winced. “Apologies for the late call, but I thought you would want to know sooner than later. George’s employer, as well as one add-on, are off the board.”
“I assume there was a reason for the add-on?”
“I had valid cause to believe the other man was in the same profession as George,” Alessa replied. She couldn’t decide if she was grateful or distracted by the fact that Rocco remained completely still and silent behind her. “He knew about George’s assignment. I didn’t feel it was a good risk to leave him be.”
Dante hummed, but when he spoke again, his question was entirely unexpected. “How’s Vegas?”
