Page 57 of Sin & Secrets

I pull away, looking straight into those deep hazel eyes.

But all I see is my own fear reflecting back at me.

Just becausethiscould so easily turn out to be the worst mistake of my life, it doesn’t mean it has to be hers.

I look away, pulling on a mask of an easy smirk. “It’s just physical,Angioletta.It will pass.”

“Will it?” she whispers back defiantly.

She glances at my lips again. All it would take would be for me to lean forward and close those few inches.

But a kiss from her will surely unravel every last inch of my resolve to protect her. Not from herself this time, but fromme.

I offer her a crooked smile. “Would you like me to prove it?”

My cock hardens at her dilated pupils.

It’s nothing personal.I scream at myself like a mantra over and over again.It’s just physical.

My fingers tighten in the back of her hair, and I pull her away.

“Ah!” she cries as her head tilts back. Revealing the perfect expanse of her neck to my mouth.

I waste no time devouring it, planting kisses and teeth and tongue along every inch. I’m doing everything I would have done to that sinful mouth of hers.

But this will do. It will have to do.

“Rocco.”

I look up at her through hooded eyes. “Physical, see?”

I tug her hair again, earning me the most delightful sound. With a satisfied smirk, I pair my next assault with a bite at the base of her neck. The combination causes her to curl her body toward me, submitting herself entirely.

Just how I like it.

“Do that again,” she demands, her voice thick with lust. “I want your mark on me.”

My next bite at her neck is one that I fully relish in, my tongue dancing around the mark and sucking. Hard. The possessive brute within me encourages me to claim what is rightfully mine.

And her gasps in return are so devastatingly rewarding I have to palm at my crotch to ease some of the tension.

Suddenly, her hands are there as well, as if sensing my desperation. She’s fumbling with my belt in her eagerness.

“Careful now,” I say as I lick the entire length of her neck. “I won’t stop.”

“Then don’t.”

It’s all the permission my depraved brain needs.

My hands are on her chest next, tearing away at her blouse in one swift movement as she desperately tries to rid me of my pants.

The bra beneath is scandalously small, accentuating the generous curves of her breasts with thin lines of black lace.

I preferred it when she didn’t wear a bra at all.

“No.” Her hand slaps against mine as I attempt to pry the slip of material away. “You’ve ruined enough of my underwear.”

I growl at the memory of her panties giving way to my teeth. Her palm at my crotch only prolongs the noise.

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