Page 62 of Sin & Secrets

The high of it is otherworldly. It’s addictive, and I can’t help the way I’m drawn to him, how I seek him out again and again like a moth to a damn flame. But in the aftermath, I always return to that empty feeling.

I crave his kiss.

Even as he ties my hands to his bedframe and takes me so hard and so fucking fast that I see goddamn stars. There’s always a part of me that remembers what it was like to place my lips on his.

I want his hand to hold the back of my head and not let go.

“Cas?” he asks when we lie back on the soft rug of his bedroom floor. Breathless. Completely and utterly spent.

“Mmm?”

“I’m going to be away for a few days.”

Something sinks in my stomach. “Right.”

“Will you be okay here?”

I sit up, hugging my knees to my chest. “I think I can manage to get myself off without you.”

He growls, tugging me back down to him and making me giggle in the process. He pinches my sides, only making me howl louder.

I squirm away from him, but his arms entirely envelop me, pressing me back into his chest and holding me tight.

I let my eyes flutter closed at the feeling of his closeness.

“Don’t you dare.” He teases my ear with his teeth.

Dear God, this man.

I push him away, more for my own sanity than anything else. “I’ll be fine. Does this have anything to do with the rat?”

“Actually, no. I need to settle a few things in South Africa,” he admits, a careless hand running through his hair. “I’d invite you, but you’d likely be stuck on a plane the whole time.”

“A private one?” I give him a conspiratorial look.

“That we would share with many of my men,” he says as he shoots me down. “Unless you like a few spectators?”

I grimace. “Pass. Any update on Claudio?”

He shakes his head tiredly. “Nothing. It’s becoming…an issue. I’ll let you know if anything changes when I get back.”

I give him a disbelieving look. Despite our previous discussions, he hasn’t told me anything about his plans so far.

“I mean it,” he reiterates, seemingly reading my expression.

“Whatever you say.”

I go to stand up, but Rocco reaches for my hand.

“I will see you in a few days.”

To my surprise, he lifts my knuckles to his lips and kisses them softly.

It’s such a tender gesture I can almost feel myself melt at the touch.

“Try not to miss me too much,” I manage to reply before turning on my heel and walking away before I do something stupid like beg him to take me anyway.

Or kiss him.

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