Page 23 of Sin & Secrets

He hisses. “Cas.”

My name on his lips sounds more like a promise than a warning.

“If you don’t, I’ll have to pleasure myself. Or better yet, I’ll go next door and see if…”

I realize a moment too late the impact my words have on his resolve.

His head dips to my neck. The sensation of his lips grazing the sensitive skin there has me arching my back, pressing myself into every inch of his body as lightning seems to shoot through my veins. If I cry out, I don’t hear it as I succumb entirely to him.

It’s better than anything I could have imagined. My nerves seem to be on fire as my desire ricochets through my body at lightning speed, igniting parts of myself that I never even noticed before.

It’s all so wrong. So, so wrong. And yet so unbearably right.

Suddenly, he holds my wrists with one hand as he pushes my stomach back into the wall with the other. The sting of rejection is soothed over by the flick of his tongue against my neck.

“Rocco,” I hear myself breathe as I tremble beneath him.

His hand slips further down my stomach, dipping beneath the band of my pants toward the place I had just been longing for him to touch.

Every part of me rejoices—screams to get what it wants.

“Please.”

I almost sob in relief as he finally reaches my soaked sex, caressing me with surprising gentleness as my mind begins to transcend to another realm of existence. It simply isn’t possible to feel everything I’m experiencing right now.

Teeth bite into my skin as Rocco’s finger plunges into me. Once. Twice.

A climax immediately begins to build within me, fuelling itself on every groan that escapes his mouth. I long to taste it, want to feel his lips on mine as he coaxes my orgasm out with his long, sure fingers.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he growls against my neck, and all I can do is moan in response.

A thumb slowly circles my clit, and stars erupt across my vision. I curse loudly as my body responds involuntarily, driving his hand further into me. It’s not enough, and yet it’s more than I can handle.

I need him to know, need him to understand. “Look what you do to me.”

I turn my face, searching for his, desperate for the kiss that will send me over the edge…

Then he’s gone.

It’s like a bucket of ice-cold water has been chucked onto my flaming body. My legs buckle beneath me as I slide to the floor, panting heavily.

“I don’t want anything from you for this,” he grunts as he straightens himself out. His gray eyes refuse to meet mine, and the rejection hits me like a bullet train.

“I’m going to help you because it’s the right thing to do. Not because you opened your legs.”

I swallow back the tears that threaten to spill. How could I be so stupid? He must think I’m just some slut willing to blow him for a favor. I want the floor to swallow me whole.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

“Don’t be,” his voice bites out, rough and more forceful than I’ve heard him. “This is my fault. You have my oath. I will help you leave Lazzaro. I won’t touch you again.”

“You’re…”

“Be ready for my next move and lay low. You likely won’t have time to gather any personal possessions.”

His eyes linger on my neck for a moment before he turns away toward the door. An unreadable expression masks his face.

“Wait!” I cry, and he mercifully pauses. There are a thousand things I want to say, but all I can muster in my current state is “Thank you.”

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