Page 79 of Sin & Secrets

“Do you trust me?” he asks again.

His hands dig into my ass, pushing me closer. I can feel the hardness of his cock, now released from its restraints, pressing into my stomach tantalizingly.

“I trust you to delete whatever footage there is of this.”

Rocco pushes me back immediately, allowing me to sit up properly, entirely exposed to the elements. But his hands never leave my skin, grabbing at my chest to keep my breasts from view.

There’s nothing but pure lust on his face as he looks up at me.

“Do you think I would share you with anyone?”

He massages my breasts in his hand, thumb flicking over my taut nipples. All I can do is desperately rub my soaked sex up and down his thickening cock.

“Do you think I enjoyed letting you see Lazzaro?”

One hand drops down to lift himself up to meet my eager entrance. But he holds me there, just hovering over the release I so desperately need.

“I could have killed every man in that room who looked at you and wondered what this would feel like.”

Finally, he lowers me onto his thick cock. The feeling of him inside me sets my entire body alight.

“Does that scare you?”

It should. It really should. This man is a criminal. There is nothing light about that threat.

But Claudio had started fucking the first woman he stumbled across once I left. Hell, it was likely he’d been doing it already.

Rocco would kill for me.

And there was nothing more intoxicating than that.

“No,” I gasp as I plunge myself down to the hilt, arching my back in pleasure. “I trust you to protect me.”

“Because you’remine,Cas,” he hisses into the darkness, and my heart shines right back.

So I ride him, letting him claim me, chasing my pleasure and the soft grunts he makes when I take him whole. The sound of our slapping skin fills the space between us as I bounce over and over.

The darkness only makes everything feel closer, more sensual, more private. I lose myself entirely to it, not caring when Rocco’s hands drop from my chest to my waist, slamming me down harder.

And when the urge becomes too overwhelming, I lean forward and take his lips with mine. And this.Thisis what I’ve been missing. The way his lips set a fire within me is so pleasurable that, even though he pounds so deeply inside me,thisis what begins my climax.

He can feel it, too. He must because our kisses become more frantic, more filthy, as I slam down harder and harder. The car beneath us shakes in time with the movement.

I could bask in this moment forever. But I have to pull away to adjust my angle, to bury him further.

“Don’t leave,” his voice gasps in the darkness.

Is he saying that because he can no longer reach my kisses? Or is it something more?

We both groan as this new angle sends pleasure coursing into my core. I won’t be able to hold on much longer.

“I won’t,” I pant back.

I’m completely unaware of his creeping thumb until it’s circling my clit.

I move harder, quicker. Suddenly, the friction isn’t enough. I need more. More of him. I need to be closer.

I lower myself to him. Frantically searching for his mouth.

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