“Do you always run from your problems, principessa?” Rocco called after me mockingly.
“I’m trying, but this particular one keeps following me around.” I moved behind the couch to put something between us, turning back to him and placing my hands on my hips. My furious stance was somewhat weakened by the fact my nipples were still on show through my shirt and Rocco’s gaze immediately slipped to them – dammit.
I swiped a pillow off the couch and hugged it to my chest.
“Bit late for that,” he commented, giving me a slanted smile that made my treacherous vagina practically glow. You don’t get any more of a say in this, you’ve already had your fun!
“Screw you,” I snapped.
I was furious. At myself, at him, at my damn libido. I didn’t know who was more to blame.
He raised a brow, tilting his head to one side in that cute as shit way that made my stomach knot. But not this time. “Why are you so angry? I gave you an orgasm, not a parking ticket.”
“I’m angry because you’re good at everything and I’m sick of it.” I threw the pillow at him with a shout of rage and he caught it out of the air. I snatched up another one, tossing it at him and he started laughing. “You fight wolves with your bare hands, you look like the lovechild of a set of abs who had sex with a bear and you make girls come with icicles!”
“For the record, you’re the only girl I did that to and I don’t think any other one could turn me on quite like you did during that fucking perfect display.”
My eyes automatically dropped to his crotch and his huge hard on stared back at me, drawing another wave of heat over my body. I was way too hot considering I’d just been screwed with an icicle.
I snarled in fury, anger pouring from me as I snatched up another pillow and launched it at him. He ducked it, grinning from ear to ear as he hounded forward, his knees pressing against the other side of the couch.
“Why are you smiling?” I demanded, hating that he was still grinning like a Cheshire Cat. Why didn’t I get under his skin like he got under mine?
“Because you’re so fucking hot for me it’s unbelievable.”
I gaped at him, snatching up another pillow and climbing over the back of the sofa to stand above him. I unleashed my fury, whacking him over the head with it while he laughed heartily, taking every blow I dealt him.
He eventually snatched the pillow from my hands, his laughter dying away as he gave me the kind of look which could have burned down an entire forest. “You wanna hurt me, principessa, then use your hands, claws and teeth. I wanna feel your hatred first hand. I wanna taste my own blood on your skin.”
“You’re twisted,” I growled, shoving him in his stupidly huge shoulders. He didn’t even react so I slapped him across the face as hard as I could instead. He licked his lip as it split and my heart lifted with a sick kind of satisfaction.
“Kiss it better,” he demanded in a deep tone.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, my gaze falling to his mouth as my heart rate picked up again. God I wanted him. It wasn’t fair how much it hurt not to have him. And I’d already gone this far. So screw it.
I lurched into his arms, pressing my mouth to his and he growled hungrily, snatching hold of my waist and holding me firmly against him. His blood met my tongue, the metallic tang of it making me moan. My anger spilled into the desire in me, merging to create an unstoppable creature that possessed me body and soul.
I clutched Rocco’s shoulders as I stood above him on the couch, raking my nails across his muscles, wanting to tarnish his perfect skin. He caught my thighs, hooking my legs up around him and dropping me down to the couch with a fervent snarl.
I’d been thirsty for Rocco for so long, denying it to myself over and over and over, but it was time I quenched myself of him for good.
No matter how hard I tore at him, he didn’t hurt me back. His hands were firm, forcing my hips down beneath him as I writhed against him. His tongue pushed between my lips and my heart galloped against my ribs as he claimed my mouth with firm strokes.
I locked my legs around his waist, squeezing hard enough to force a grunt from him. He caught my wrists, pressing them down into the cushion above my head then rolled his hips so the impressive length of him rutted between my thighs.
I arched into him, trying to forget he was a Romero as I fell into his eyes and found nothing but fire there. I longed to leap into it and let him burn me up. It was the only way I was going to rid myself of this primal craving.
He broke our kiss and moved his mouth to my ear, brushing his tongue across it and making me shudder beneath him. “You were mine the moment you pulled the trigger on me, Sloan.”
Why is he bringing that up right now??
“And do you want to know a secret?” he purred.
I nodded, though a flicker of uncertainty ran through me.
“I couldn’t kill you. Never could, never will.” His heated breaths swept over my skin and made everywhere tingle.
The truth of his words washed through me and wrapped around my heart. I didn’t know why I believed them, but I did.
He reached between us, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding his hand up my inner thigh.
“Say you want me,” he murmured against my ear and I knew he was getting off on this, but in fairness, I was too.
“I want you Rocco, let’s just leave our surnames out of it,” I said breathlessly.
“Fine by me.” He ripped my panties away with a sharp yank and my back arched as he drove himself inside me.
His eyes flicked back up to meet mine as a helpless moan escaped me, the size of him almost too much to bear. He smirked before he ravished my mouth with another filthy kiss and I sank into the darkness I could taste on his lips, sacrificing myself to it willingly.
The fullness of him was mind-blowing. I couldn’t think straight as he started to rock his hips and another moan rolled over my tongue. Rocco laughed against my ear, his grip bruising on my thighs as he thrusted into me over and over.
I ran my thumb over the raised scar on his shoulder, biting down on my lip as goosebumps raised along his skin in response. My thighs tightened around his waist and he groaned deep in his throat.
“What’s the name of the guy you fucked before me?” Rocco demanded suddenly, driving himself deep inside me in the same instant. My neck rolled and I cried out as he took possession of my body, leaving me unable to respond.
“Didn’t catch that,” he taunted and I squeezed my legs tighter around him in frustration. “Wanna try again?”
“Shut – up,” I said breathlessly, digging my nails into his arms.
“Did he make you feel like this?” He kissed the corner of my mouth, my jaw, my neck, leaving my head spinning with every one he branded on my flesh. He circled his hips and buried himself inside me once more, his hand sliding into my hair and gripping tightly.
“Better than this,” I teased as I caught my breath, a grin hooking up my lips as fire flared in his eyes.
He reached down, dragging my shirt over my head and tossing it away. His heated skin moulded to mine and I inhaled deeply at how good it felt. His muscles flexed against my curves and he groaned again as he lost himself to my body, drawing himself in and out of me with powerful thrusts.
He reached between us to skim his thumb over my hardened nipple and pleasure skittered through my flesh like a hurricane.
“If he’s better, you shouldn’t have any trouble telling me his name,” Rocco growled.
I tried to taunt him again, but he started hitting a spot deep inside me that had me gasping for air. He hooked my leg up over his arm, having no mercy on me as he forced me closer and closer to oblivion. The intensity made my vision darken and the noises that left me were pure animal. Sweat and heat and friction made my body nearly come apart at the seams.
A burning torment grew deep in my core and the only word that made it past my lips was Rocco’s name. I was begging, pleading and cursing him all at once with that single w
ord.
His throaty laugh filled my ears as I fell to ruin, a vat of molten gold seeming to spill through me and coat my veins in ecstasy. I’d never experienced so much pleasure at once, every muscle in my body weakened by the force of nature that had just ripped through me.
Rocco increased his pace, holding me still and groaning deeply in my ear as he found his own release inside me with one final, mind blowing thrust.
We lay breathless, wound together so completely it was like we were one being. The weight of him was strangely comforting and being held against him somehow felt like the purest sense of freedom I’d ever known.
He grinned down at me like a wolf then kissed me like a lover, his tongue slow and burning against mine.
“Admit it, I just ruined you for all other men,” he said cockily and I rolled my eyes at him, refusing to give him that satisfaction. Although, admittedly, I genuinely couldn’t summon the name of my Italian ex-boyfriend right then. Ricardo??
“If your ego gets any more inflated, Rocco, your head will explode.” I gave him a sideways smile.
“Alright, I don’t need to hear it anyway. Your face says it all. And if we’re being honest…” He rubbed his nose against mine. “I think you just ruined me for all other women, Sloan.”
My flesh burned with the memory of Sloan’s body against mine. She was like a puzzle I couldn’t figure out. On the one hand she was so sheltered, so delicate, so innocent. But on the other she was wild, passionate and aching for a life without boundaries. She made me want to challenge her and force her out of her comfort zone at every turn, but whenever I thought I’d pushed her too far and suspected she might be about to blink, she only ever begged for more.
I didn’t think I’d ever met a creature so desperate for life to ravage her as my little principessa. I felt like I’d stolen a wild creature from a cage when I’d snatched her from her wedding. There she’d been, all dressed up in white like a picture perfect virgin bride but beneath the veil a demon lurked, just aching for someone to free her from her shackles. And if she wanted someone to sin with, then I was more than happy to corrupt her.
Sweat coated my skin beneath my shirt as I stacked the logs I’d spent the afternoon splitting. Sloan had headed to the kitchen to make us dinner and finish up on her cakes.
I still wasn’t sure why she was so determined to make me like sweet things, but I wasn’t going to back down from the challenge she’d set herself.
I heaved the final stack of logs into the house and headed to the living room to stoke the fire. The flames raged as I fed them and the warmth of them washed over my chilled skin.
I headed back out to check on Sloan in the kitchen, the tempting scent of her cooking washing over me as I pushed the door open.
She stood with her back to me, wearing one of my shirts yet again and I watched her ass as she danced to the music she had playing over the speakers. It was some girly pop thing, but any objections I had to that stilled at the way she was moving to it, my shirt riding up just enough to give me a glimpse of her black panties every now and then.
“I’m going to have a shower,” I said loudly and she flinched, spinning around in surprise, her lips parting as she took me in.
“Dinner will be ready in a minute,” she said with a frown, like my schedule frustrated her.
“Did I suddenly acquire a wife when I fucked you?” I teased.
“No,” she protested. “It’s not that. It’s just…” She shifted uncomfortably and I raised an eyebrow at her, wondering what could be ruining her mood so soon after I’d blown her goddamn mind.
“Spit it out, principessa,” I urged, stalking towards her and caging her in against the work surface with my arms so that she couldn’t run. Which she looked suspiciously tempted to do.
“It’s just that when we…you know…” Her cheeks were colouring adorably and I was sorely tempted to prolong her agony.
“When we…” I reached out to run my hand over her breast but she batted me away.
“This is serious, Rocco,” she said, chewing on her lip. “We didn’t use protection.”
“You’re thinking I could have given you an STI?” I teased. “You don’t need to worry about that, principessa, I don’t make a habit of screwing girls without a condom.” In fact she was the only one who I’d ever been so caught up in that it hadn’t even crossed my mind. And if I was being honest, I had zero intention of putting any kind of barrier between us if we did it again. I wanted to feel her flesh against mine, I wanted my soul to be so close to hers that the barriers of our flesh couldn’t keep them apart.
“That’s not the only reason people use protection, Rocco,” she growled. “What if I’m…we’re…”
I barked a laugh and caught hold of her hips, pulling her against me. “Are you worried I’ve put a little Romero in your belly?” I teased, getting my answer as her eyes flashed with fear. “Don’t worry, bella, there’s no chance of that.”
“You can’t possibly be sure of that,” she growled like I was just some mouthy douchebag who went around fucking girls without a condom all the time and didn’t give a shit how many babies I left in my wake.
“I can actually,” I said, stepping back with my jaw tightening. “Because I can’t have children.”
Sloan’s lips parted as she stared up at me in shock. “What do you mean?” she demanded and I ground my teeth against the desire not to answer. It wasn’t something I let myself think about much because if I was totally honest with myself, it wasn’t something I was happy about. Who wanted to know that they were destined to never have a family? Cursed to live without the love of a child? But it also wasn’t something I could change, so I didn’t let myself dwell on it. But I guessed she deserved the truth from me after she’d given herself to me like that. Especially if I was hoping to have a shot at a repeat performance.
“I had mumps when I was a kid,” I said with a shrug that attempted to dismiss my feelings over the shittiness of that particular batch of bad luck. “The doctor said it fucked up my sperm count or something. So end result; no baby in your belly.”
“Rocco…” Sloan said slowly, reaching out to me like she’d looked beyond my bullshit without even trying and could see the scar of that information weighing on my soul.
“So in answer to your question, bella, you can keep fucking me without having to worry about being stuck with complicated consequences.” I winked at her and pushed away from the work surface, backing up towards the door. “I’m gonna have that shower now.”
“But, dinner…” she protested weakly.
“Don’t worry dear, I’ll be quick.” I smirked at her and she pouted as I headed back out of the room and up to the shower.
I stripped off and headed beneath the hot flow, letting it rinse the sweat from my skin and peeling my bandage off so that I could wash the wolf bite too. The antibiotics had done their job and the swelling was already going down. I decided against re-bandaging it so that I could let the air get at it instead.
I finished up quickly and turned to get out of the shower but I paused as I found a message drawn in the steam that lined the mirror. Wear me. It was accompanied by an arrow which pointed to the door where Sloan had hung one of my most expensive suits.
It was charcoal grey with a matching waistcoat and she’d paired it with a black shirt and tie.
My lips twitched as I dried myself and dressed as she’d commanded, adjusting my tie in the mirror and styling my hair back with product to complete the look. If she wanted the Rocco I showed the world then she could have him, but she might be surprised by what she got. I didn’t show any softness to the outside world. This suit was like a mask that covered up any and all of the lighter parts of me. So my principessa was going to have to see what I was like in the dark.
My polished shoes thumped on the wooden staircase in the centre of the house as I descended and strode into the kitchen with purposeful steps.
The pop music assaulted my ears as I pushed the door wide.
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“Turn that music off,” I snapped and Sloan flinched away from the stove as she turned to look at me.
She still wore my shirt despite asking me to dress up for her and a fire lit in my veins as she reached out and flicked the radio off.
“Is this what you wanted, bella?” I asked, taking slow steps towards her. “You want to see me how the world sees me? Didn’t you like what you found beneath the veil?” I didn’t really mean to ask her that, but now that it had slipped past my lips I found I actually cared about her answer. There weren’t many people who saw me as anything other than the man in this suit and if she hadn’t liked what she’d found, I wasn’t sure what I would feel about it.
She drew in a slow breath between her lips and I kept my expression flat as I closed in on her.
“I liked it,” she said breathily and my cock twitched with the memory of just how much she’d liked it.
“So you just thought you’d have a change?” I stilled in front of her as she looked up at me. “Even though you’re still wearing this.” I fingered the hem of my shirt, my hand brushing the skin of her inner thigh for a moment before I released her.
“I didn’t know where you kept the dresses,” she admitted. “I thought you might find me one…”
“No,” I replied. “I like you like this. With my shirt on your flesh and the scent of me all over you. I like the way it marks you out as mine. If the world saw you like this, there would be no doubt that you belonged to me.”
Her eyes flashed indignantly as I laid claim to her once more and I stepped forward, pinning her back against the cupboard with my hips and pressing my hands down on the work surface either side of her.
“Or are you going to deny the fact that your body has been taken hostage by mine?” I growled.
“Every part of me is your hostage,” she replied darkly and I laughed in response.
“I don’t see any chains holding you here. And I don’t see you trying to run anymore either,” I purred.
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