Page 15 of Bound By Honor

“Am I your Sofia?” I tease, my heart thumping wildly as I speak the words. Rocco's piercing gaze meets mine and he smirks, causing my stomach to flip with desire. My fingers twitch with anticipation.

“Do you need a reminder?” Rocco's words send shivers down my spine. Without hesitation, his strong hand wedges between us and unbuckles his leather belt. With expert precision, he unzips his pants and reveals his throbbing erection—so long and thick that it takes my breath away.

I can hardly believe he was able to fit inside me before. “Yes,” I moan, my body trembling with need as I watch him stroke himself.

His eyes never leave mine as he moves closer, his intense gaze making me feel exposed and vulnerable in the most thrilling way.

“Is this what you need? Will this remind you that you and your pussy belong to me?” Rocco groans, his rough grip on my panties, pulling them to the side.

The fabric strains against him, threatening to tear as he positions himself at my entrance. The mix of pleasure and pain only heightens my arousal as I surrender myself entirely to him.

He doesn't wait for a response, biting down gently on my shoulder as he pushes inside me, filling me completely. His movements are relentless, driven by raw need and the fierce possessiveness that always emerges when he feels threatened.

“Rocco…” I gasp out his name, clutching at his shoulders, nails digging in. The privacy screen is up, and our driver can’t hear or see us, but the thrill of being caught only adds to the intensity.

Rocco moves faster, a low grunt escaping him with every thrust. "Look at me," Rocco commands, pulling back to gaze into my eyes. His face is flushed with exertion and lust, his eyes burning into mine with an intensity that makes my heart skip a beat. Tell me you're mine.”

"Yours," I whisper without hesitation. "Always yours”. The declaration seems to pull Rocco deeper into some frenzied state as he drives into me harder, chasing his climax. The world narrows down to the sound of our breathing, the slap of skin against skin, and the heat building between us.

"Don’t you see?" Rocco grunts as he increases his pace, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. "Nobody can make you feel like this. Only me." He growls with desire.

“Only you.”

Satisfied with my answer, he kisses me fiercely, seizing my lips as if sealing the deal. Then he starts moving again, slower but with deeper and more deliberate thrusts. With each slide, he claims me, driving with a slow dominance that leaves me breathless.

The argument from earlier fades into insignificance under the weight of our shared passion and urgent need for each other. This is us at our most elemental—stripped down to sheer emotion and physicality—and it's intoxicating.

Finally, he shudders against me with a low groan, tipping us both over the edge into blinding pleasure. As we catch our breath, the night air feels cooler against our flushed skin.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he murmurs, vulnerability flickering through his eyes.

My arms wrap around him instinctively. “I feel the same way. I don’t want anything to come between us.”

13

ROCCO

As I enter the back room of Mancinis, a Midtown restaurant and frequent meeting place for the Cosa Nostra, the air thick with whispers and cigar smoke, I catch Sofia’s eyes, wide with urgency. The hum of low conversation vibrates through the musky space, older men's faces etched with lines of concern and power. My heart is pounding—like it knows something my brain hasn’t entirely caught up to yet.

"We need to talk," Sofia mutters, pulling me aside toward a secluded corner shielded by heavy velvet curtains. Her soft voice barely slicing through the ambient noise. "It’s about the Bello brothers."

I give a slight, controlled nod, trying to conceal the sudden surge of adrenaline that courses through my body. Of course, we suspected the brothers’ involvement, but I never expected to hear such concrete evidence so soon.

"Their plan… it’s massive, Rocco," Sofia continues, her dark eyes widening with each word. She slips a crumpled page into my hand, her fingertips ice-cold against my palm.

I edge closer, looking over her shoulder. The document spells out detail after chilling detail—names, dates, places. It’s morethan just rumors now—it’s a blueprint for murder. The Bello brothers have planned this out meticulously. Every don of the New York families, including Sofia and me, are listed with exact times and locations for their executions.

"Bastards. I’ll kill all three with my bare hands before I let them near you," I growl under my breath.

Sofia flips through more pages, her eyes wide with horror. "It's scheduled for next week."

That realization hits like a punch to the gut. We have less time than I thought to stop this madness. The city would descend into chaos if the heads of these families were all taken out at once.

"We need to warn everyone,” Sofia says as she attempts to weave past me toward the meeting room.

"Wait." My hand finds her arm, holding her back. “If we step into this mess and warn them, we're putting targets on our backs too.”

She looks at me, conflicted but resolute. “We can't just sit back and let it happen, Rocco.”

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