Page 120 of Sin & Secrets

The words sound so childish in my mouth, but Rocco doesn’t smile.

“This isn’t a life that you want, Cas.”

“I want a life withyou,”I counter stubbornly. “And I’m not going to sit on the sidelines and turn a blind eye to this. If a threat is coming to you or our baby, I want to know about it.”

Martino swerves a little at the mention of the baby, and I wince slightly. I guess that particular cat is out of the bag.

“And don’t you dare tell me the Guild is no place for a woman. I know Mia is on your payroll.”

Rocco’s mouth curves up to one side. “TheCandelabrais in desperate need of a new manager.”

I squeal a little as I throw myself at him, pressing his lips to mine in pure gratitude.

The momentthe bedroom door closes behind us, Rocco is on me.

His hands follow the curves of my hips down to my ass, giving it a firm squeeze as his tongue explores every inch of her mouth with careful precision, causing a wave of goosebumps to pinprick across my skin.

“I’m never letting you leave my side again,” he declares possessively as he strips me of my clothes.

I giggle as my pants pool at my feet. “Are you going to try and lock me in here again?”

“If that’s what it takes.”

His lustful eyes soften for a moment as he studies my face. He cups my cheek and plants a soft kiss on my lips.

“You want me to be gentle with you?”

The sudden vulnerability catches me off guard, “Never.”

His smirk returns, and suddenly, he’s lifting me up. I squeal as he throws me down on the bed and immediately gets to work tying my hands to the backboard.

“Now you can’t escape.” He leans back, examining his work proudly.

“Has anyone ever told you how possessive you are?”

Those gray eyes meet mine again, insatiably hungry, and my breath catches.

Wordlessly, he lifts up my bare leg and begins kissing and nipping down from my ankle. Each placement of his lips sends shocks of pure desire straight into my veins.

Unable to reach for him, I can only wait with agonizing impatience as he makes his way closer and closer to my throbbing core. His hand grips my ass again as he pulls away.

I whimper as his mouth disappears from my skin.

“You need to promise that you’ll stay,” his cruel, cruel voice goads from above.

“Anything you want,” I beg breathlessly. “I’ll stay. Please, don’t stop.”

He smirks as he pulls on my leg again, bringing my throbbing core closer to his teasing lips. He buries his face in my thigh, teeth teasing the skin before smoothing the twinge of pain with his tongue.

I almost come then and there.

“Please,” I beg again. “I’ll stay.”

I can feel my wetness building, pleading for any kind of friction or pressure. The longer Rocco ignores it, the worse it gets.

Finally, his nose skims across the fabric of my thong. His teeth find purchase on the frilly material, and he pulls it to one side just as my body shudders with a wave of overwhelming delight.

I spread my legs for easier access. “I want you to taste me.”

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