Page 48 of Heartless Union

Lara snaps her legs shut the moment I do.

“It’s ok,” I tell her. “I only want to make you feel good.”

After a moment, she opens her legs. I move my finger over her clit, rubbing and pressing and teasing. Lara’s lips part, and her eyes grow dark with desire. She’s never looked more beautiful.

“Rocco,” she gasps, clutching my arms as her legs begin to tremble.

I press down hard on her clit. “Feel how good this is. What I’m doing to you.”

She cries out and presses her face against my shoulder, stifling the sound. I’m relentless with my hand. I’m going to show Lara pleasure if it’s the last thing I do.

I grind my palm against her pussy. She lets out a soft moan against my shirt. She leans into me like she’s spent and has no energy.

“I’ve been thinking of your pussy ever since we met,” I say against her hair. She shudders. “And now I get to touch it. Touch you. Feel it all for me, baby.” I don’t normally offer words of affection, and I find nicknames repulsive, but at this moment, it feels right. I want Lara to know I care for her.

I’ve never cared for anyone like this before.

She throws her hands back on the counter, catching herself as her entire body trembles. “Oh!”

I flick her clit a few more times as she rides out her orgasm.

Once she’s done, I remove my hand and press it to my lips. “You taste good.”

She flushes deep red. “Rocco …”

“Don’t say anything that could ruin this moment. Just let it be.”

After a moment, she nods. I help her off the counter, and she stumbles once on her feet as I hold her steady.

“Thank you,” she whispers before turning away from me and fleeing the room.

I didn’t say what I wanted to tell Lara, but so much more happened than I anticipated.

Words can wait.

CHAPTER 12

Rocco

“How are you feeling?” I ask Gabriella, sitting on the edge of the bed. She struggles to sit up.

“I’m feeling better than yesterday but I’m super sore. Getting blasted with glass will do that to you.”

“You don’t need to make a joke about it,” I remind her.

“That’s what I do, Rocco. I make light of serious things.” She looks around the room. “Where’s Lara? Did you scare her off?”

I’m obviously not going to tell my sister what my wife and I just did in the kitchen. I do wonder where Lara is hiding, though. She couldn’t get away from me fast enough. I’m unsure how to feel about that.

“I might have,” I admit.

She makes a face. “Seriously? Rocco, you’ve got to stop scaring your wife. Let Lara be.”

“She’s my wife. I’ll handle her myself. I don’t need your advice.”

“Well, maybe you do. I’m a woman after all. I know women better than you do.”

“Not in all ways.” It slips out before I can stop it.

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