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Not breaking our kiss, I grip her hips and lift her onto the kitchen island. Her hands slide up my chest and over my shoulders, pushing my suit jacket down my arms as mine fall to her knees, spreading her legs as wide as her dress allows. Drawing her lower lip between teeth, I tug softly and slide my fingers under the hem of her dress, pushing the material up her silky thighs.

I tear my mouth away from hers and watch her chest rise and fall as she pants and tries to catch her breath.

“Thought you were leaving,” I growl, smoothing my hands up the insides of her thighs.

“I still can,” she counters, breathless. I lick my lips. There’s no way in hell she’s leaving here tonight. In fact, I may never let her go. Her dainty hand wraps around my tie and she tugs forcefully, pulling me between her legs. “But I prefer you fuck me before I go.

“I think we both know you ain’t leaving, Bug. Once we start fucking, we’re not stopping.”

“Got a lot of pent up energy, do you?” she taunts as she releases my tie and starts working the buttons of my dress shirt.

That’s putting it mildly.

“You have no fucking idea,” I hiss, tearing the straps of her dress down her arms. Her breasts pop free and my eyes lower to her hardened nipples that are ripe and ready to be sucked and pinched. She arches her back and I take one perfect bud between my fingers, rolling it softly. A moan escapes her lips and my eyes flit to hers.

“Like that?”

“I’d like it more if you sucked on them.”

Yeah, so would I.

Chapter 26

Violet Cabrera

Dating Rocco was an experience. I mean from the moment we arrived at the upscale Italian restaurant; the staff fawned over him. It was almost as if no other patron mattered but him. They rushed to fix us a table in their private room and as soon as we were seated a silver ice bucket was delivered to our table with a complimentary bottle of the smoothest merlot I’ve ever tasted. The chef came out of the kitchen to introduce himself too and a half hour later we were sampling all sorts of appetizers that weren’t even on the menu.

Everything was delicious—or at least it looked delicious—I didn’t have much of an appetite. My mother’s words were still at the forefront of my mind and even though I was going through my own shit, I could tell there was something off with Rocco too. The banter between us just wasn’t there. But unlike me, he wasn’t afraid to approach the problems and when he asked me what was on my mind, the truth tumbled out of my mouth.

From there a domino effect trickled into our perfect night, complete with a barrage of gangsters interrupting out intimate dinner. At that point I just excused myself, but when I came back, my perfect gentleman of a date had morphed into his alter ego and was choking the living shit out of somePaulie Walnutswannabe. I’m not kidding—the resemblance to the famedSopranoscharacter was uncanny.

There was no recovering from all of that and the shit really hit the fan when we got back to Rocco’s house. He was in a bad mood and I know I probably should’ve let him be, but I couldn’t. I had this horrible of sense dread in the pit of my gut and I feared that if I didn’t do something to rein us both back in, we would lose ourselves. We would lose each other.

So I did what I do best—I goaded him and instead of duking it out with words and facing our inevitable truth, our bodies did the sparring. Now, I’ll admit that’s probably not the most mature approach, but tensions were high and we both needed to relieve ourselves from the burdens weighing us down.

Some people go to the gym to work out their shit.

Some go to a therapist.

Rocco and I fuck it out.

He stripped me bare and fucked me with his fingers on the kitchen island until I couldn’t feel my legs and I came loud and hard. But it wasn’t enough. It never is. We moved to the bedroom and before we could fall back on the bed, I fell to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. There was something so gratifying about watching a man so powerful surrender his control. With every stroke of my tongue, he gave me a piece of himself. I couldn’t take my eyes off him—even when his cock hit the back of my throat and tears clouded my vision. It was until he pulled out of my mouth and decorated my tits with his cum that I finally let myself blink. Then he took me in his arms and carried me to his bed.

Apparently, it was my turn to relinquish control. He laid me on top of the duvet and spread my legs wide, settling between them. His mouth trailed up my thighs and his tongue swiped at my slit. It was slow…almost methodical…until her locked my legs around his head. His tongue found my clit and he shoved three fingers deep inside my pussy. I swear to God I saw stars when I came.

Now, fully sheathed, he’s on the verge of delivering me another orgasm and all the things that plagued our night seem to be forgotten. My only wish is for it to remain that way. I’d permanently distance myself from the rest of the world, give up all my dreams, to be at peace with him like this.

“Give me your eyes,” he pants, driving his cock even deeper. His hand moves from the headboard to my face, and he gently turns my head so that our eyes lock. “You look at me when I’m inside you.”

I lift my hips and clench around him. His jaw clenches as his pace quickens and he lowers a hand between us. Toying with my clit, he continues to thrust in and out. Harder. Deeper. My orgasm hits me, and I scream his name, struggling to keep my eyes open and on him while the waves of ecstasy roll over me. He buries his face in my neck and a guttural groan erupts from the back of his throat as he finds his release too. I wrap my arms tightly around him, holding him against my body as he continues to ride out his orgasm.

“Fuck, I don’t ever want to stop,” he says into my neck.

“Then don’t,” I pant. “Let’s stay like this forever.”

He lifts his head, and his eyes search mine, it’s almost as if he’s contemplating if it’s possible.

One can hope.

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