Page 66 of The Billionaire's Pact

“Every day I find it harder to resist you, but I want you to want me, Bella. That’s the only way this will work. You wanting me just as much.”

A flutter went through my chest. I lowered my head, my heart hammering my ribs. I do.

His gaze was soft. “It’s been a great race. Let’s go home,” he said and took my hand as we met up with his security to return to the car. Once inside he pulled me into his lap and held me.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I want you close to me,” he simply said.

I existed in emptiness, my feelings locked away, only exploding at times when I was unable to block them out. But this man I didn’t know saw me. When I was in pain, body and spirit at Pisa, he held me. The longer I stayed in his arms, the more he affected me. The air had thickened. I glanced up at him. His attention was on me—concentrated, heated, imploring. My breasts grew heavy and tender behind the lace of the bra, and I was aware of my pulsing clit. His fingers brushed my cheek, but he didn’t do more. I shifted on his lap, rubbing on his erection that had grown beneath me. I couldn’t ignore it. Why won’t he kiss me again?

I knew the answer. Rocco wanted me to reach for him.

My heart pounded against my chest, and I licked my lips, spikes of nervousness traveling through me. There was no doubt that he was much more experienced than I was. I bet he wasn’t a virgin at twenty-two. And yet, today, in this moment, he truly wanted me. I didn’t think he could fake that level of interest, which in itself was intoxicating. I wouldn’t give him my heart, but I knew I wanted him to take my body.

“Rocco…I want you,” I whispered.

Fear rose and gripped me. I’d reached a territory that stripped me completely bare and left me vulnerable. I needed so much but was so afraid.

“Yes, Adelina.” His voice was full of exhilaration, soothing a pain in my spirit. “I want you madly.”

He clasped my head and sealed his lips to mine. His tongue ran along my bottom seam, and I opened my mouth. He plunged his tongue in, stroking against mine with sensual glides that had me clenching and throbbing between my thighs. I moaned. My hands shook as I clasped the sides of his face, rubbing my thumbs against the stubble on his jaw. It felt so good. We broke apart to breathe, and I noticed the car had stopped moving. Rocco gently placed me on the seat before helping me out the car door.

My pulse sped as he took my hand and led us inside the house and straight up the stairs. Instead of turning toward the east wing, he took me across the landing to his bedroom.

Slipping off my shoes, I padded across the oak floor onto a Persian rug. His room was fit for a king. The elaborate Renaissance-styled headboard with intricately carved acanthus leaves and floral in high-polished reliefs was a sight to behold. The sheer curtains billowed with a mild wind from the open balcony. Rocco closed the door.

Then he turned. He was so alluring.

His gaze had a searing intensity to it that stole my breath. There was a darkness in their depth as he bore into mine, and I couldn’t break the trance or his hold. My lips parted to suck in air, my body trembling. The anticipation charged the air between us. He moved in unhurried steps, which gave me a chance to change my mind. But I wouldn’t. I wanted him so badly.

My pulse was in my throat when he stood in front of me. His hands left his side and clasped mine, his fingers lightly stroking my palms. “Nervous?”

I nodded.

“Tell me why?”

“I…I want you to like it…with me.” My voice was barely audible.

“I want the same. Earning your trust is what matters. And knowing you want to please me turns me on, immensely, Bella.”

“I…I do, Rocco.”

“Mmm, you’re already pleasing me.” He clasped my face, giving me a deep kiss with his tantalizing tongue, exploring my mouth. He kissed down my cheek and jawline, and I moaned and shuddered as he ran his tongue down my neck. The ache between my thighs was already too much. I shifted my legs to try to get some friction to soothe it. He went behind me and pulled up my dress, slipping his hand inside the front of my thong and rubbing my swollen clit. My breath hitched. “You shifting your legs and moaning made me want to play with you.”

“Mmm,” I said and shuddered. My breath coming out faster.

“You’re soaking wet,” he whispered against my neck, then cupped me hard. It was so possessive, so alluring.

“Ohh,” I moaned as his finger went back to stroking me, but this time they were light ones. It felt so good, but not enough. I moved my hips, willing him to rub me faster and harder.

“Please, Rocco,” I pleaded between breaths.

“Patience.” His breathing was hard as he removed his hand. He unzipped the back of my dress, then unhooked my bra. His hands moved the fabric back as he kissed my shoulders.

I shivered as his hands and lips moved down my spine. He turned me around and kissed my jaw, down to my throat. His gaze turned hot as he moved down to my breast.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, cupping and squeezing them. His head bent and he held my breast as his tongue swirled on the tight nipple. I arched into him, clasping his head, and pulling him closer, I moaned as he sucked and squeezed them, running my hands through his hair. Then he grazed the edge of my taut nipple with his teeth. I gasped with the shock of pain, his tongue soothed and suctioned as he squeezed and teased my other nipple. Heat surged in my body as he ran his tongue over my breasts. He licked, nipped, and squeezed them, causing me to shudder and let out a loud moan. It feels so good. But I was also anxious for more. I wiggled and squeezed my thighs together.

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