Page 33 of Dangerous Contract: Part 1

“I...” She didn’t know what to say. Why did he want her to sleep there? She could go home to sleep. Did he think she’d change her mind? “I’m not going to change my mind.”

“Good. Because I’ve eaten, I’m full and ready to sleep.”

A blush tinted her cheeks at his words. He was full of her. Despite the turmoil she was feeling, Rose chuckled. He smiled. She tensed when he reached for her. Raz grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently.

“Let’s go to sleep, la mia Rosa.”

She detected a bit of an accent when he said that. “What did you just say, and what language was that?”

“It’s Italian. My family is from Italy. And I called youmy Rose.”

More tears came to her eyes. She blinked them back. Why was this stranger treating her better than the man who’dpromised to cherish her for life? Monique wanted to thank Orazio for his sweet words and for not pressuring her or making her feel guilty. However, at the moment, she didn’t trust her voice not to shake. So, she remained silent.

“You ready for bed?” he asked.

Monique nodded, then allowed him to escort her back to bed. He lay down next to her and pulled the covers over them. Lying on her side, with her back to him, Monique held herself completely still, not wanting to move a muscle as she tried to process her thoughts.

Thinking became damn near impossible when he wrapped his arm around her. Was he seriously wanting to spoon? Monique tried not to move but ended up doing so as she attempted to get comfortable.

When she finally settled down, another problem arose. Her bottom was now pressed firmly against something hard. His cock throbbed against her ass.

“Ignore it,” Orazio told her, not sounding sleepy at all.

Ignoring his hard cock was going to be tough. It was even harder to ignore her racing heart and the fact that she was getting wet... again. Seriously, what the hell was wrong with her? After just having a mini meltdown, her body was now ready to play again. Had her twat not gotten the memo?

Did it not know that they weren’t ready for this? They still needed time to heal. They needed time to shake off the negative energy Trevor had left behind. As long as his hold over her was still present, she’d never be able to move on.

Monique shifted her position again. Doing so caused her to brush against his length. Her pussy purred. Apparently, her pussy had already moved on. It was just waiting for her brain and heart to catch up.

She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to force herself into slumber. Yet, her mind decided to take a trip down memorylane. And it wasn’t remembering her lame ex and his hateful words. It was remembering Orazio’s kisses and the way he’d licked her moments ago.

She hadn’t known a tongue could feel that good or move the way Orazio’s had. She hadn’t known she could come that hard. It had definitely been a first for her. What other firsts could she experience with Orazio Cattaneo?

Her ass pushed back against him. His cock throbbed again. Monique gritted her teeth. She really hadn’t meant to push against him like that. It was like her body had a mind of its own. It was hungry, starving for dick.

And with a big one right behind her, it couldn’t resist getting close. But was she ready? What if she didn’t satisfy him? What if he thought her frigid? What if...

“It’s yours if you want it,” Orazio told her, voice low, deep, seductive. “You’re in charge. All you have to do is put it inside. And if you don’t want it, then forget I said anything. But you’ll have to be still. I can’t take much more of your sexy ass rubbing against my dick.”

Eyes closed, a smile crept across her face. She didn’t even know why she was smiling. Perhaps it was because his words were drowning out those of her ex. Or maybe it was her own thoughts that were overshadowing her ex’s words.

Maybe it was her thoughts of Orazio’s tongue. Or the thought of the perfectly good hard-on going to waste behind her. Monique shifted again, rubbing her ass against him.

“I’m warning you, Monique. There’s only so much I can...”

Before he could finish, she wiggled against him again. Within a blink of an eye, he had her flat on her back with her hands pinned above her head. The hungry look in his eyes made her want him even more.

“Don’t play with me,” he growled. “I can’t take it.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I keep talking myself out of doing this for... different reasons. But... the truth is, I really want you to fuck me.”

He lowered his head as a groan escaped him. Was he finally fed up with her? She couldn’t blame him if he was.

“But if you don’t want to, we can go to sleep,” she whispered.

He released one of her hands. Monique sighed. He didn’t want to. So, sleep it was. She closed her eyes. A shiver crept over her when he whispered three words in her ear.

“Put it in.”

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