Page 46 of Sin & Secrets

He had said Ohio. My mother wants me to go home. But do I want that? I’ve been here for two weeks, and it’s already been two weeks full of more chaos than I’ve ever endured. Is it worth sticking around in the hope that one day I’ll sing on that stage again?

That one day, I might know what happened to my father?

I shake the the thought from my mind and toss over again.

I got dealt a shitty hand, that’s what Rocco had said. I played my cards, and this is the result. I got myself here, and now I won’t be able to leave for the foreseeable future. That was my choice.

Maybe that could be a good thing. Maybe I should start trying to live with that.

Maybe I could stop pretending that Rocco isn’t sleeping three doors down from me.

I’m not sure he has any idea what he does to me. I’m not sure I feel anything more for him than pure, carnal attraction. To my dismay, none of those feelings had changed as I watched him at dinner, despite everything I know now.

But if I have to sleep just down the hall from him for the next three months, it’s going to take everything within me not to kick down his door impulsively and demand he make good on his threats to fuck me.

As if I don’t have enough to deal with, trying to curb my rampant arousal whenever he’s around is quickly turning into a full-time occupation. It’s infuriating and so fucking frustrating.

My thighs squeeze together in the hopes of that pounding lust subsiding. But it feels so impossible.

Because he’s right there. Right outside my door, down the corridor fourteen paces, the first door on the left.

Maybe I could just go and see if he’s still awake.

Maybe I could just…

Fuck it.

I get out of bed and fly toward the door.

It’s late, he’s asleep. Nothing will happen. I just want to see if…

I stop dead.

There, standing in the hall, staring at my door, is Rocco.

The darkness masks his face, but I can see by the way his shoulders rise and fall that he’s breathing deeply.

“Cas,” his voice is low, almost gravely. “Get back in your room.”

“Why?”

The tension between us thickens. That unspoken thing between us lashes out, hungry, predatory.

He steps closer, and a strip of moonlight illuminates his face. I almost gasp.

“Because I’m about three seconds away from pushing you through those doors and fucking you until you scream.”

That look, that darkness in his eyes, spells only one thing. Everything seems to click in place. It’s not just me. He feels it, too, is being driven mad by it.

It would take nothing at all, and the release that had been building within me for days would finally subside. I could finally think straight. I could finally…

“Then why are your clothes still on?”

The invitation is out of my mouth before I can talk myself out of it.

Rocco wastes no time. He stalks forward, arms encapsulating me as he picks me straight off the floor.

I gasp, not at the firmness of his touch or the electricity that seems to bounce off his skin, but at how hard his crotch is as it presses into mine. It feels so fucking good. My legs instantly wrap around his waist, pulling him in closer.

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