I nervously chuckle before I answer, “I guess you could say that.”
His eyes go dark and his brows furrow. “I don’t share my women, Avalyne. So if you’re fucking around on me…”
“My dad.” It comes out as a whisper. His woman? We have known each other for less than a week, but I say nothing. A part of me wants to share what happened with him and I guess I could blame the emotional evening I’ve had.
He opens our boils and smoke rolls out. “What does your dad do?” Rocco acts almost like he is uninterested. Or he probably already knows.
“I bet you already know what he does.” He looks up at me. “Someone like you doesn’t invite a random person into their world without doing a thorough background check on them. Am I right?”
“You’re a smart woman,Bellissima.”
Dinner has passed and the conversation has gotten lighter. We discuss school and childhood stories. For a night, it feels like everything is simple again.
We start walking to the car when Rocco stops in his tracks. “These men. They stare at you because you’re so beautiful.”
My face turns a bright shade of red as I stand silently looking at him. Rocco swings me around by my arm so I’m facing him. He brushes loose hair off of my face.
“Kiss me. Show them whose woman you are.”
Without thinking, I bring my lips to his, letting him claim me in front of passersby.
He brings his hands into my hair, fisting, and pulling it back, exposing my neck to him. PDA is not high on my list. In fact, I am a conservative person and this type of show usually makes my stomach knot. But I’m not the old Ava anymore. It’s a new version of me and I don’t give a shit.
I reciprocate the kiss as he hoists me up and my legs wrap around him. Rocco stalks toward the side of the building that's hidden in the shadows. I feel my back being pushed against cool stucco as he claims my neck.
“Be a good girl and slide your panties to the side.”
I’m not exactly sure what’s happening to me, but I follow his order. I spread my legs before I move my hand between my thighs and I take off my panties. My gaze never leaves Rocco’s. I stare into his bewildered but lustful eyes as I throw my panties away, smirking provocatively. Rocco raises his brows, fighting a grin desperately forming on his face.
“Like this, Mr. Bianchi?” I tease, glaring into his eyes. I think I find this stirring—the adrenaline that we’re in public, the lust rushing through my veins. I love the feeling.
“You’re such a bad girl, aren’t you?” Rocco hisses, grinning. His voice rumbles against my ear as he puts his hand between my thighs before he starts making circular motions, coating his fingers with my wetness. I let out a quiet moan as Rocco sucks on my earlobe before whispering, “Spread your legs wider,bella.” I do as he says and spread my legs, never breaking our eye contact. Rocco leans toward me. His hand slowly roams up my inner thigh. His gentle touch lingers on my skin before he pushes a finger inside me and I try to fight a moan. I feel a growing, hard bulge against my belly as he keeps shoving his finger in and out, rubbing my nub with his thumb. “Does that feel good?” He hisses as I try to muffle the sounds of increasing pleasure.
“Yes.” I breathe heavily; my legs start shaking and I seize Rocco’s collar to keep steady as he adds another finger inside, speeding up the pace. He smirks, satisfied, watching me come undone for him.
“Do you want to come, baby?” he whispers into my ear, wiggling the tips of his fingers inside me. He teases me, thrusting his fingers slowly and gently then fast and fierce.
I nod, my chest moving up and down heavily.
“Say it,” he commands.
“Please…” I say, my voice imploring.
“Please, what?” His authoritative tone is such a turn-on.
“Let me come,” I plead, and he smirks, penetrating me with his fingers just like I need it until a sensational feeling of pleasure rockets through my body.
DAMIEN
It’s been a couple of days since I met Avalyne at theclub. A couple of days of pure agony. While I was trying my best to focus on a plan Mallory and I had been plotting, my mind drifted to Ava sitting in Rocco’s lap. His words kept ringing in my head like a broken tape on repeat.
“Damien?” Mallory snaps at me, probably irritated by me constantly spacing out. “Focus.” She raises her dark brow at me. “He’s going to be here any minute now. I actually can’t believe he fell for our trap.”
Mallory and I managed to lure Oliver in. It wasn’t easy, but Mallory’s determination paid off and we managed to fool him. She made him believe she wants to join his wicked retribution against Black Widow and me. She convinced him that I pushed her away and that she has nothing left but revenge against Black Widow and me. She persuaded Oliver she wants to see us fail and help him take over Black Venom, giving her power in return.
“I suppose we make a good team,” I joke, but Mallory’s facial expression suddenly changes. Her fierce peremptory look is replaced with an overwhelming, gloomy … sorrow?
“You know, Damien”—Mallory’s voice gets lost in the ocean breeze—“I still love you.”
