Page 55 of Sin City Obsession

She leaned back in her chair again, frowning at the screen. What was it Viktor had said to Rocco before disconnecting from their call?

“Why does it look like you’ve been sitting at that table all night?”

Alessa started, her muscles tightening as she twisted toward the voice. Rocco’s voice, of course. Thick and rough from several hours’ hard sleep.

He stood next to the pillar that more or less defined the dining area, his hair a mess and his chest bare. A frown bent his lips. “Whatever that is, it can wait. It’s after three.”

She winced, glanced briefly at the screen, then closed out of everything and quietly shut the lid. “Sorry,” she said on a whisper. She pushed to her feet and crossed to him. “What woke you? Iseverything—”

Rocco cut her off with a hard, demanding kiss. His arms came around her, one hand raising to tangle in her loose hair, while his tongue plundered her mouth. He kissed her like he hadn’t seen her in weeks, like he was starved for her.

The exhaustion that had been building up inside her disappeared, chased away at the feel of his body pressed to hers and the taste of his kiss.

He turned them, his hands sweeping up beneath the oversized shirt she was supposed to be sleeping in, and hooking into the hem of her panties. His lips moved to trail along her jaw, down her throat, as he pulled her panties down.

Alessa sank her fingers into his hair, her body humming, and stammered, “R-Rocco, you should be sleeping.” They both should, though she probably would have stayed up a while longer if she’d been left to herself. She certainly wasn’t feeling like sleeping in this moment.

His hands hooked under her butt and he lifted her off her feet, her panties falling away as he stepped between her legs. He pinned her to the pillar and raised his lips to ghost over hers. “No self-respecting man would choosesleepright now.” He nibbled on her lips and one hand dipped between them, his fingers spreading her folds and teasing her. “Not over this pretty, dripping pussy that’s begging to be fucked.”

Her body pulsed and she lowered her own hand, slipping it beneath the waistband of the boxers he’d left on when he’d fallen into bed. “Is that what woke you up, sweetheart? Did your cock miss me?” She curled her fingers around his hard length and pumped, simultaneously locking her ankles behind him.

Rocco groaned, his forehead falling to hers. “All of me missed you. The bed was fucking cold.” He slammed his mouth to hers, his thumb rolling over her clit as his hips bucked into her hand. He extended two fingers, pushing them inside her without relieving pressure from her clit.

Alessa tore from the kiss with a curse. “Rocco,sir, hurry, before I—”

His hand disappeared, she helped him shove down his boxers, and then he was filling her. The delicious, already familiar stretch of his cock sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her as he buried himself in her aching, needy core. And it felt so damn good. Itshouldn’thave felt that good, but the tears dotting her eyes were proof enough.

“Fuck,” Rocco hissed, his lips against her skin, beside her throat. “That’s better. That’s fucking better.” There was note of relief twisting his voice, blending with the rough and wild edge of his lust.

It sounded exactly like how she was feeling.

Alessa curled her arms around his shoulders. Her chest tightened and she bent her head, breathing in a lungful of his scent as she fought with herself.

Rocco’s hands slid up her sides, beneath the shirt that was technically his, and his tongue teased her throat. “Your pussy’s squeezing me so tight, beautiful. If I move, I think we’re both gonna come.”

A strangled laugh escaped her.

He sucked on the skin beneath her ear and rocked his hips, slowly drawing out. When she gasped, nearly proving himright, he chuckled and murmured, “That’s my good girl. Enjoy every inch. Don’t be shy.”

She barely heard more than the vibrato of his tone rumbling through her, because by the time he was done, he’d thrust forward again and picked up a merciless pace. He was well and truly pounding into her, his lips never entirely removed from her skin, and she clung to him. He was her lifeline to the world. He was her soul’s salvation.

His tongue teased the shell of her ear and his voice reached down inside of her as he commanded, “Come.”

Every single muscle in her body responded. Her fingers latched onto him, nails digging into his skin, as her toes curled on open air. Her back arched, her head fell back against the pillar, and her vision went white as the air raced from her lungs. Everything was fire, but the addictive, euphoric type of fire.

Rocco rained kisses across her skin, a restrained agony in his voice. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmured. He rocked against her, grinding hard, pressing himself deep. Then he let out a roar, one hand flying to the pillar at her back as his body shuddered with the force of his own release.

Alessa held him as tight as her suddenly exhausted muscles would allow. She threaded fingers into his hair again, gently massaging his scalp.

He was breathing hard, one hand anchored so firmly over her hip she suspected she’d see a bruise there in the morning. But he lifted his head, kissed her temple, and murmured, “Fucking perfect. My perfect queen.”

Her heart did one of those funny flipping things she’d noticed it doing in the past couple of days.

Rocco eased back, set her gently on her feet, and cupped one hand against her cheek to hold her gaze. “I think I’m just tired enough to agree to go back to bed, but you’d better be coming with me. No arguments. You can tell me about whatever you were doing tonight in the morning, over breakfast.”

Alessa blinked, then smiled softly. “No arguments.” She should be arguing. Every time he called her his queen, every time he claimed her as his, she should have been arguing. At the very least, she should have been pointing out that whatever they were was temporary. But she never could make herself say the words.

She wasn’t entirely sure they were still true.

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