“No?” He chuckled, another sound that vibrated through me. “It sounds like you might be.”
“Are you jealous?” I countered. “You didn’t want me going home with any of them either.”
“What if I am?” He growled. It sent a shiver through my body. I was about to speak again when his hand moved down, and he started unbuttoning my jeans. He slipped his hand into my underwear as he bit my earlobe, and my legs started to tremble. “Shh.”
I inhaled sharply as his hand brushed against my mound. He murmured something, his voice low and husky as he said he approved of my “freshly waxed pussy.” I was so entranced by the moment that I forgot to breathe as he delicately explored my folds.
“Oh, my god.” I gasped as he pushed his fingers into me. My breathing was ragged as his hand moved. His thumb rubbed my clit as he thrust the others in and out of my opening. It felt like his fingers were everywhere as he touched my pressure points.
“Fuck. You’re so wet, Principessa,” he murmured against me.
“Rocco. Please.” I arched my back, wanting more. Needing more.
“Hmmm, that’s right. This is where you beg.” His lips brushed against the back of my neck as he removed his fingers and began to massage me up and down, my breath hitching each time he brushed against my clit. I only took five exhales before pleasure shot throughout my body. I sank back against his chest, breathing like I’d just run a mile. He took his hands away from my jeans, refastened them, and then smacked my butt hard. “Go to your bedroom.”
I didn't need any further encouragement. I pushed aside all thoughts of Crystal and Yari from my mind. Rocco could have chosen any woman from the party to bring home with him, but he picked me.
13
LENORA
I’d gone straightto my room, showered, and changed into the lingerie I had with me. It was a white lace bra, panties, and a garter set meant to be worn on my wedding night, but since it was the only thing I had that was remotely sexy, I was using it tonight. I sat in the center of my bed, waiting. First, I lay on my side, then sat up and crossed my legs. Then I faced the other way so my back was facing the door that led to the balcony. I wasn’t sure what position would look the sexiest. I must have fallen asleep waiting because the sound of a door clicking shut woke me. I sat up straight in bed, pushing my hair out of my face. So much for all the rehearsing. Rocco stood by the door in a faded red t-shirt and gray sweatpants. His eyes hooded as he walked over to me. My breath hitched.
“Fuck.” He stood right at the edge of the bed. The lights were off, but we could see each other well enough because of the lights on the balcony. It didn’t take much light to see the obvious erection in his pants. He didn’t touch me, he just stared, and I wondered if I was supposed to do something.
“Am I supposed to. . .do you want me to. . .” I started moving to get on my knees, but Rocco tapped my knee and shook his head. I stopped immediately.
“Good girl.” His mouth pulled into the most sinful grin I’d ever seen. He reached over and tipped my chin up, looking into my eyes with such intensity that a shiver rolled through me. “Tell me if you want to stop at any point.”
“Am I. . .am I supposed to, like, use a safe word or something?” I asked, feeling myself go hot all over with embarrassment. When he chuckled, I tried to look away, but he pinched my chin and made me meet his eyes again.
“If you want to stop, you say stop.” He searched my eyes. “Okay?”
I nodded, breathless already.
“I need you to tell me you understand.”
“If I want to stop, I say stop,” I whispered, unable to find much strength to put behind words. My body remembered what those fingers did to me outside, and I was already going under again.
“Lie back.”
I did so immediately, uncrossing my legs and lying flat on the bed. He hungrily surveyed my body, devouring it with his eyes. His lips were drawn in a tight line as he reached for the garter on my left thigh. Slowly, he slid his finger underneath and then suddenly yanked. I gasped as an electric shock shot through my thigh. Our eyes locked as he did the same to my right side, and I jolted again, my breath coming in short ragged bursts as the heat between my legs intensified.
“Was this meant for your husband?” he asked. “For you to wear on your wedding night?”
I nodded, unable to speak, unsure if he wanted me to.
“But you wore it for me,” he mused, sliding both fingers underneath each garter and pulling the elastic higher off my leg. I braced, knowing the snap was coming, but still yelped when it hit my thighs.
Rocco's expression hardened to a solemn mask as he regarded me with a newfound intensity. I felt my heart racing as I tried to comprehend the many facets of this man. I had to remind myself to stay focused and not let my emotions lead me astray. I had wanted him since I was a child and couldn't believe this dream had become reality. His hands slid up and down my legs, tracing my thighs and ankles until his thumbs found a particular spot on the inside of my legs, which caused me to let out a loud moan of pleasure. I kept my eyes open, watching his expression as his hands roamed upward, my stomach contracting against the calluses on his hands. Rough yet gentle, like the man himself. When he reached my breasts, he squeezed them through my bra, his eyes dilating as he watched me arch against him, begging for more without words. He pulled back, standing straight, and shook his head again.
For a moment, I thought he was regretting this and was going to tell me he couldn’t go through with it. I opened my mouth to say anything that would get him to touch me again, but the intense look in his eyes when they snapped to mine made me shut it.
“Turn around, Principessa,” he said, his voice low, gravelly.
My heart flipped as I turned onto my stomach. I laid my head to the right, then to the left, then to the right again, unsure of what the fuck I was supposed to do with it. Without looking back, I knew he was probably laughing at me, but I waited quietly, nonetheless. He slapped my right cheek hard. I gasped loudly.
“Ass up,” he ordered. “On your hands and knees.”
