Page 9 of The Boss's Revenge

He moved his body against me, grinding me against the bed. His hard-on was long and thick, trapped between our two bodies. “Well, you say we’re lovers, and you’re pregnant with my kid… I could just take that at face value and fuck you raw.” He rotated his hips and pulled my leg up to bracket him, bringinghis rigid length in full contact with my core. I was wet for him, aching already, but I’d die if he knew. I had little left for myself, except my pride. I had no reputation, I’d lied it away. I had no place to hide from his intense scrutiny either. However, I did have my pride, not to let this man know I was desperate for his touch. I squirmed against him.

“Stop, that’s not in the agreement,” I maintained.

He lowered his mouth to my cheek, pressing a kiss there, and along to my ear. His hot breath scorched through me. “I don’t care.”

His mouth moved to mine. I tried for a split second to keep my lips closed, but it was impossible. I wanted to kiss him, after all, and his superior strength, raw power, lined with tenderness, undid my restraint.

“Open for me,cara mia. Let me taste your sweet lies,” he muttered against my closed lips, his roaming hand sliding down my body, and gripping my hip. He was a tempting cliff, begging me to hurl over into nothingness. I couldn’t stop it.

I fell.

Opening my mouth, his tongue thrust immediately inside, sliding along mine, and he pulled my lip between his teeth, biting lightly down, sending fire flashing through my veins.

“That’s it. How delicious you taste while you’re fucking up my life,” he muttered, when I was a boneless heap, kissed to dizziness.

Next, his mouth moved down my jawline and onto my neck, and then lower. I was wearing a thin t-shirt, and now the soft material chafed against my skin. I wanted it off. I wanted to be naked against him.

He pulled back, sliding his hard body down the bed until his mouth kissed my hip bones. I panted, watching him with want and worry, etched in my blood. I couldn’t trust Rocco. I was playing him, and we both knew it, and yet, right now, I’d trusthim with my life. Something in him made me feel safe, and I was a person who hadn’t felt safe in a very long time.

His fingers curled on the waistband of my panties, and I wished for a second I’d put something a little more sturdy on before collapsing into bed earlier. Then he tugged, and I was relieved. He was the first man to see me naked like that, spreading my legs before him, and he studied me closely. I felt wretchedly embarrassed, and hotter than hell at his hungry look. He reached out and traced a finger down my slit, already wet for him. His smirk told me he’d noticed.

“Don’t” I breathed, unsure what exactly I was asking him. Don’t continue? Don’t stop? I had no idea.

“Why not? This is mine, isn’t it? Bought and paid for at the price of my reputation and relationship with my brother,” he muttered darkly.

I tensed, even as he pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, and then dragged his hot, wet tongue upward, getting closer and closer to my center.

“I’m sorry,” I breathed, for the hundred time. I really was, at that moment. At that exact second, I wanted nothing more than to be like this with Rocco without any lies or tricks between us. But I’d never had that kind of relationship with anyone, I’d never trusted anyone enough for it, and a leopard couldn’t change its spots overnight.

A soft bite to my inner thigh had me stifling a cry.

“Don’t. Don’t apologize to me one more time,” Rocco said darkly. He leaned up on an elbow, bringing his hand back to my core. Wetting his finger in my arousal, he explored, circling my clit and then slipping inside my hole. He leaned in and licked me. “You taste like lies and innocence at the same time, Kira. Which one is it?”

I gasped as he pumped his finger, touching me where I’d never been touched by another’s hand before. His mouthreturned to my clit, and he set his tongue to rubbing over the hard nub of nerves that was making my legs shake. He pushed me toward an edge that scared me. I hated to feel out of control. I hated to let my guard down, and most of all, I hated to put my trust in others. Rocco pushed me relentlessly closer to that edge, uncaring of my fears. I was moving wantonly against his face now, rubbing my pussy against his tongue and arching my hips into his fingers.

“Rocco -,” I babbled, my voice strained and hushed. I was hurtling toward an end, and I couldn’t stop myself.

“Ask me to save you again,cara mia,” Rocco instructed harshly. “Beg me to save you.”

I moved against him, losing all rational thought.

“Save me, please, Rocco… save me,” I urged, as I rose and rose.

“Tell me I’m the only one who could possibly do it. The only one who could save you,” he urged, his lips speaking words against my clit that made me shake.

“You’re the only one. You’re the only one for me,” I cried out, teetering on the edge of that cliff into oblivion.

Then, with one last hard circle of his clever tongue, I fell.

Pleasure exploded like starbursts before my eyes and I dissolved into pieces in his arms. I didn’t know how long passed just like that, while Rocco rearranged the covers over me, and tucked my hair behind my ear.

“Very well, Kira. I’ll save you, but we do it my way,” Rocco said quietly. There was a change in him. His anger seemed spent, and now he was full of resolve. He stood, straightening his impeccable clothes, and smoothing his dark, wavy hair back. With a few movements, he looked like a cover model for a particularly dangerous issue of a men’s magazine. Then he was moving toward the door. I sat up, confused, as he pushed it open and brought his hands up, in a gesture of peace.

I couldn’t run after him, considering I had nothing on under the covers. I could only watch as he ambled to the center of the room filled with Omer’s men, and found my father.

“I’m here to take my fiancée home,” he stated calmly.

I fell back in bed, throwing an arm over my eyes. What the hell was he up to now?

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