Page 40 of The Billionaire's Vow

Rocco’s hand cupped my breasts, his tongue stroking mine, just as his fingers stroked my nipples hard, then tugged on them, sending a shock of sensation to my clit.

I shuddered and writhed, arching into his touch for more.

We broke to breathe, and I was euphoric and burning all over. “Ohh…oh, yes. Rocco, I’ve missed you so much. I thought I’d lost you.”

He took my hand, placed it on the front of his trousers, and squeezed. “Feel how much I want you,” he commanded.

I rubbed my hand up and down his cock that thickened in my hand. “You’re gonna suck it for me so good later and squeeze that tight pussy on it.” I moaned and squirmed, trying to get friction to soothe the growing ache. My hand rubbed his erection harder, moving down to squeeze his balls.

He groaned loud, then moved my hand and grabbed my inner thigh. “You’re so naughty, Bella. You know I can’t fuck you here, but you’re putting me on edge. You’ll pay for that later.”

I quivered and let out a staggered breath. “I’m…I’m sorry—”

“You’re not sorry,” he said in a deep tone.

“I am,” I whispered and swallowed. I meant it more than the moment.

“I know you are now, Adelina. Give me your pussy, make it up to me.”

I moaned and clenched between my thighs and he felt it in his grip.

“Mmm.” His hand moved underneath my dress, and I felt it slide up my garter to the top. I was drowning in want. I pulled my lips back, my gaze shot up to Rocco. His eyes were almost black. They dilated—his face stern, all the sculptured curves defined and prominent. “Show me how much you want me; make me feel you come,” he demanded, his voice deep and rough. His hand gripped my knee. “Open your thighs wide.”

My inner walls clenched, and adrenaline spiked in my veins. I shut my eyes as goosebumps broke across my body, and the air whooshed out of my lungs. But he waited for me, and I slowly moved my legs apart.

Rocco gently moved my thigh wider.Oh my God. I was burning hot and oh so needy. Rocco’s fingers went around my thong, circling my clit, and I felt so wet.

“Fuck, you’re soaking for me. Your pussy knows it’s mine and only mine. It only comes for me,” his tone held anger as he expertly stroked inside me, hitting the spots he knew would make me explode. “Say it, Bella.”

I whimpered and moaned. “Only, only you, Rocco.”

We both looked down at his hands, our breaths shallow. It was so intense seeing his thick fingers teasing my slick folds. He had me on the verge of coming, and he had barely touched me. But I could hear our breaths and the sound of the slick strokes as he fingered me. He pushed two fingers in, and I bucked up, and we moaned loudly. “Oh, my God.”

“That’s right, Bella,” Rocco whispered. “Let go.”

I moved my hips against his hand, my breaths short between my moans. “That’s right. Fuck my fingers. Show me how much you want me,” he demanded between clenched teeth. Rocco’s mouth was on my neck, and he sucked. He curved his fingers and rubbed my clit with his thumb. It felt so good that I moanedfreely, without a care. My hips moved as I fucked his fingers, and I could feel the edge, but I was too needy; I didn’t want to stop. I tried to keep his hands on me. His fingers moved faster, hitting the spot that sent me over, and I cried out. My orgasm was so intense it was almost painful; I jerked and shook as I gripped his hand.

“That’s it, Bella.” He held on to me, rubbing me until I was throbbing and swollen. Then he removed his hand and pulled my dress down. I slumped and let my head fall on the seat. It was as if I had run a marathon. I was rung out, exhausted. He had his phone in hand but said to me. “Take off your thong.”

I was dizzy, unfocused, too hot, and filled with shame at how willing I am to do whatever he wanted. It was ecstasy; it was madness.What’s Rocco doing to me? Still, I shyly removed it, and he disposed of it, leaving me to board the helicopter without anything on. It was scandalous,butI liked that he did that to me. I liked the humiliation in the powerplay. He demanded my body and my heart and dominated me into submission. My body trembled with pleasure, but my mind warned me of the danger of giving him too much of myself. But he dropped everything, including a funeral, to marry me.

The unexpected twist of fate led me into his chaotic life, a life I would now live in full. Rocco didn’t just marry me; he forced me to confront my feelings for him and my desires. He broke down more walls, and everyone he broke drew me closer to him. He also showed me he was going to fight for my heart, and I could already feel he would have it. Yet there was still a warning from Gunnar nagging my mind. “You married him at the funeral of his beloved grandfather without his family?

Woah. That alone would have me heading for the hills. But it will get much harder.”

His warning was the same as Grandmother’s.I can only hope I’m strong enough, and not alone going forward.

Rocco lifted me out of the helicopter and placed me down on the ground. We arrived at the Marini Holdings headquarters building in Midtown Manhattan. “How was your ride this time?”

“It was okay,” I said and chewed on my bottom lip. My fear of falling wasn’t as severe on my second helicopter ride because I knew what to expect. But for most of it, I’d been distracted by Gunnar riding in the seat next to the pilot. Was it wrong that I wanted him to disappear? He stayed far too long into our argument.

I glimpsed him chatting with Isla, who was waiting near the helipad when we arrived.

“What’s up with Gunnar?” I asked Rocco, frowning.

“What about him?”

“He wouldn’t leave the car. I mean, we had no privacy.”

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