Page 76 of Heartless Union

That’s enough for Rocco.

He slips my dress off me, then takes off my bra and panties. Once I’m naked, I help him remove his clothes.

Rocco grabs my hips and pulls me to the edge of the bed, lining his erection up to my entrance. Reaching between my legs, he rubs my clit, preparing me. I lean back onto the bed, opening my legs wider for him, desperate for his touch. I’m desperate for all of him. I just want us to be in love. I want to trust him. I want to feel completely and utterly safe with him.

Before I can react, he removes his hand from between my legs and thrusts forward, entering me in one motion. I moan and drop my head back, letting the pleasure of him inside me wash over me.

Rocco leans over me, grinding his hips against mine. I love feeling him on top of me, but right now, I need something else. I need to be in control.

I wrap my legs around his waist and gently push on his chest until he rolls onto his back. I’m on top this time. He looks surprised until lust washes over his face. He grips my hips and helps me move.

I place my hands on his chest to steady myself as I shift my hips around in a circular motion. This new position allows him to reach even deeper inside of me. Every time I move, I can feel his erection touching that perfect pleasure spot within me. It’s intense and electrifying and overwhelming and so, so good.

There’s nowhere for me to hide in this position. Rocco can see all of me, and the way he looks at me makes me feel like the sexiest woman on this planet.

“Rocco,” I gasp out when he pushes his hips up, moving deeper within me.

He growls and holds my hips down. His eyes are completely dark with desire.

Sweat drips down my back. The sound of our bodies moving together is somehow both vulgar and beautiful. I don’t even care what the noises I make sound like. I feel beautiful and desired and … loved by Rocco. The change happened gradually and fast at the same time. One moment, we were cold to each other. The next, there’s an undeniable chemistry and heat between us. A closeness that wasn’t there before.

He sits up, wrapping his arms around my back and drawing her chests together. Every time I bring my hips down, my breasts brush his chest. It sends tingles over my entire body.

Our lips meet in a passionate kiss.

This time, our love making is just that—making love. It’s not rough. It’s not awkward. It’s just the two of us finally becoming in sync for the first time.

With that thought in mind, my orgasm hits me fast and strong, I can barely breathe. Rocco holds me closer as I tremble in his arms. He follows soon after, releasing his seed into me.

We’re both breathing heavily as we lay back onto the bed, me on his chest, his body still entwined with mine.

We link our hands together.

“I don’t hate you,” I tell him.

I can feel him looking at him, so I gain the confidence to meet him in the eye. “If you don’t hate me, then how do you feel about me?”

The words, I love you are on the tip of my tongue.

Until the door bursts open, and three men with guns run into the room.

I wrap the blanket around me, screaming, as Rocco sits up, shielding me with his body.

The men don’t shoot us. They just point their guns at us.

Rocco’s eyes narrow. “I know you. You used to work for my father.”

“But now we work for him,” one of them says, nodding at the doorway.

And in walks Carlo.

“It seems I’ve caught up in an awkward position,” he says, chuckling to himself. “Why don’t you get dressed. It will make this entire exchange less … uncomfortable.” Carlo tosses Rocco his pants.

With a glance at me, Rocco slips his pants on. “Give me Lara’s dress.”

Carlo laughs again. “No. She can stay naked.”

The growl that escapes Rocco makes me shiver. I wonder if it makes any of the other men in this room afraid.

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