Page 47 of Sin & Secrets

He hisses in my ear as he carries us back into my room, back onto the bed. He throws me down carelessly, and I whimper at the lack of contact with his body.

In the darkness of the room, I can barely make out his silhouette.

“You think you could just sit there in that fucking dress,” his voice vibrates across my skin as his hands spread open my legs, “and torment me like that?”

I can’t answer as his deft hands hoist up the skirt of my dress and begin to massage my inner thighs. I squirm under his touch, nudging him further toward the place I want him to be.

“Were you trying to lure me here,Angioletta?Is this at yourdiscretion?”

His hands disappear, and I look for him frantically. A dark shadow looms over me as if he is contemplating exactly how he wants to take me.

I’d been too brash at dinner, antagonizing him like that. Now he’s making me wait as some kind of cruel revenge.

“Please, Rocco,” I beg the shadow before me. “Don’t you want to feel how wet I am?”

I begin to rub at the thin material of my panties to prove my point, gasping at the delightful friction I can create with little effort.

Rocco slaps my hand away. It’s a sharp movement that I barely have time to register before he’s lying between my legs.

“Were you this wet at dinner?”

I can’t think as his breath tickles along my thigh.

“If I’d dipped below the table, would you have welcomed me then and there?”

He nips at my upper thigh, and I yelp in pleasure.

“Would you have spread your legs like this for me?”

His teeth nip along my skin, closer and closer to…

“Fuck!” I gasp as he reaches my panties.

I shamelessly push myself into his face, quivering as his nose presses into me, as his hands reach around me to firmly grasp my ass, keeping me there.

I feel more than see his jaw move as he licks all the way up the soaked panties.

Nothing has ever tormented me like this before.

“Take them off,” I gasp out once the stars have subsided from my vision.

“As you wish.”

It’s a fluid, well-practiced movement. I hear a tearing sound, and then suddenly, I’m lying before him entirely exposed.

“Your dress.” his voice is low and smooth as honey as a hand reaches out to pull at the measly tie at my waist. It instantly falls off my shoulders and pools at my waist.

Revealing my bare chest.

I don’t know if he pauses to admire me, because the next thing I feel is his mouth enclosing my hardened nipple. Never could I have imagined something like that feeling so good.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he hisses between tugging at the sensitive peak with his teeth. I cry out at the delightful twinge of pain, and in response, he soothes it over with a careless lash of his tongue.

It’s almost enough to make me come undone right then and there.

But the draw of my exposed sex proves too irresistible. I’ve barely recovered before he ducks further down, planting lurid kisses on every piece of skin he encounters. It’s all teeth and tongue and sucking and fuck!

He reaches my clit with unceremonious enthusiasm. Like a man starved of food, he relentlessly lathers me in his spit before sucking greedily at my core. As if I wasn’t wet enough.

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