“We’re snowed in,” she protested weakly. So weakly that I had to wonder if we were both questioning her motivations for staying now.
“Mmm.” I pushed away from her and moved to take a seat at the kitchen island so that she could feed me.
Sloan dished up two huge bowls of mushroom ravioli and set one before me before taking a seat opposite. I concentrated on my food, not looking up again as I felt her eyes on me.
“Do you like it?” she asked and I growled at her, keeping my eyes on my food. She inhaled sharply in surprise then barrelled on all the same. “It’s just that most people say thank you when someone does something for them-”
I dropped my fork with a clatter and looked up at her suddenly, relishing the way her big brown eyes flashed with uncertainty. “You’re not eating with the man you think you know, bella,” I growled. “You asked me to dress up like a Romero for you so that’s who you’ve got. If you don’t think you can handle it, then maybe you should be careful what you wish for.”
Her lips popped open in surprise and I couldn’t help but stare at them, imagining up the things I’d like to do with her mouth.
“So you just think you can put that suit on and it gives you free rein to be an asshole, like the world’s most dickish superhero?” she asked, her spine straightening in the face of my behaviour.
“I’m always an asshole,” I pointed out. “And you won’t find some superhero lurking beneath my clothes no matter how hard you hunt for one.”
“Yeah, it seems like when you get beneath your skin you just find the same old mobster asshole I’ve known my whole life. You’re all just clones of each other. When you put aside your theatrics and your pretty lies, you just revert back to this.” She waved a hand at me like that said it all. “You’re actually reminding me of my father right now, acting like the big man in his big house with his big-”
I slammed my fist down on the surface, making the cutlery jump and causing her to flinch. “I am nothing like your father,” I growled in a low warning. “Aside from anything else, I would never put a price on you. I would never let any man place a single bid and I’d certainly never sell you.”
Sloan blinked at me as her cheeks coloured and I could see that my words had affected her. She turned her eyes back down to her meal and shrugged one shoulder in an attempt to deflect from what I’d said. “I’m not yours to sell anyway,” she muttered.
My lips twitched and my grip tightened on my fork. “I know.”
Silence fell between us, yet despite our outburst it actually felt liberating, like something had been banished from the empty space that divided us.
I turned my attention back to my meal and finished it without another word, spearing each piece of ravioli like they had personally insulted me and chewing them like a savage. It tasted fucking divine, but she didn’t need to hear that.
When I’d finished, I shoved my plate across the breakfast bar at her and she caught it in surprise, looking at me like she wasn’t quite sure what to make of me.
“What’s wrong, principessa? Do you think you can’t handle me like this?”
A fire lit in her eyes at the challenge in my tone and she took our plates and deposited them in the sink with her shoulders pressed back.
“I can handle you just fine, Rocco,” she said with her back to me. “You just enjoy your little power trip and let’s hope your head doesn’t swell up too much.”
“It’s not my head that’s swelling,” I assured her as I got to my feet and stalked over to her.
She stilled as I came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist as I pressed my mouth to her neck.
She moaned softly as I ran my tongue up to her ear.
“You’re so confusing, you know that?” she protested as I began to unbutton her shirt.
“Aren’t you curious to find out what it would feel like to give in to me completely?” I growled. “To do everything I say…”
Her elbow caught my stomach and a laugh escaped me as I stepped back.
“How about you try out doing everything that I say,” she suggested firmly.
“You think you can take control of me?” I teased, half wanting to see her try.
Sloan shrugged but the movement was filled with attitude which said she actually believed she stood a chance.
“You haven’t tried your dessert,” she said innocently, turning to look up at me beneath those long lashes.
I released a breath of frustration and she pouted at me until I relented.
“Sit.” She pointed back at the breakfast bar and I arched an eyebrow at her as she tried to boss me about. She pressed a hand to my chest and exerted pressure until I relented and stepped back.
She kept pushing until I’d made it back to my chair and shoved me down into it.
“Close your eyes,” she commanded, her eyes sparkling as she tried to take control of me. When I didn’t comply, she reached out and tugged my tie loose. My heart beat a little faster as she slid it from my collar, stepping behind me so that she could blindfold me and I didn’t object to this new game. She could have been about to pull a knife on me for all I knew, but somehow I trusted that she wouldn’t.
She moved away from me and I waited as I heard her placing things down before me on the work surface.
“Okay,” Sloan breathed, moving beside me and tugging the blindfold off again.
My eyebrows rose as I took in the row of utterly perfect cupcakes sitting before me. They looked like the kind of thing you’d see on TV, not in real life. Each of them was individually hand decorated in five different designs and she bit her lip as she waited for my assessment of them.
“Well if anything would ever be capable of changing my mind about sweetness then this would be it,” I said slowly, turning to look at her. “Assuming they taste as good as they look.”
“Better,” she said with a confidence that made my pulse spike. When Sloan gave something her all, I doubted there was anything she couldn’t achieve.
She reached out and pointed at the first cupcake in the line-up which had been delicately decorated with a swirl of pink and white frosting and had a fat cherry sitting on top of it.
“Cherry and almond twist,” she said before pointing at the next which had yellow frosting with a tiny, intricately detailed green tree painted on it. “Lemon and lime. Salted caramel. Strawberry lemonade and vanilla pumpkin.” That last one had a perfect little pumpkin sitting on top of it which looked like she’d made it entirely out of sugar paste.
“You’re going to feel bad when you don’t win me over, bella,” I teased.
“You’re going to eat your words,” she promised as she reached out and selected the salted caramel cupcake from the line-up, a perfectly symmetrical crisscross design painted on the top of it in chocolate and caramel.
Sloan raised the cake to my lips like she was hoping to feed me and I smiled darkly as a better idea occurred to me.
“I can’t really eat food that’s not on a plate,” I protested slowly, reaching up to grasp her wrist and lowering it as she frowned at me.
“You really need a plate for a cupcake?” she asked, arching an eyebrow at me.
“Yeah. I really do,” I agreed.
She rolled her eyes and headed to collect a plate for me. As she returned with it, I snatched it from her grip and threw it across the room where it smashed against the wall.
Sloan half jumped out of her skin, staring up at me in surprise as I got to my feet and towered over her.
“Don’t we have any plates?” I asked calmly, waiting for her to fetch me one.
Her full lips parted as she almost protested and I raised an eyebrow at her. Sloan quickly pulled another one from the cupboard and turned back to find I’d stalked across the room after her.
She gasped in surprise, almost dropping it herself before I plucked it from her fingers and launched it across the wide kitchen to join the other in a thousand pieces on the floor.
“What are you-”
Sloan’s lips had parted, her breaths coming faster as she stared up at me like I was insane.
All the best people are, sweetheart.
I kept claiming every plate from her and smashing them until there weren’t any left in the cupboard and her hand fell empty at her side.
She bit her lip, unsure what to do and I lunged at her. Sloan gasped in surprise, releasing her lip into my keeping as I claimed her mouth and sank my teeth into the plump flesh just like I’d promised her I would if she did that again.
She moaned as I tugged it between my teeth and I drove the length of my body up against her as that sound made me so hard for her that I was almost bursting my fly.
I bit her just hard enough to draw blood and groaned as the iron tang of it coated my tongue. I kissed her harder, sliding my tongue into her mouth and revelling in the way her lips parted for me eagerly and her tongue met with mine.
I pulled back as suddenly as I’d assaulted her and she leaned back against the work surface panting with need, her thighs parting like she was hoping I’d take her right there.
“I thought you wanted me to eat your cupcakes?” I questioned darkly, looking down at her with an ache of desire growing in me which I could only control through pure force of will.
“But you don’t have any plates,” she breathed, her brow pinching as she clearly still wondered what the hell I’d been doing by breaking them all.
“Then we’ll just have to improvise.” I scooped her into my arms and twisted her around as I headed back to the breakfast bar.
Sloan gasped as her ass hit the marble worktop and I reached between us to unhook the buttons of my shirt which she still wore like it belonged to her.
“Rocco,” she protested weakly, her eyes on me as I worked.
“Mmm?”
“Are you seriously going to eat off of me?”
“I’ll go one better than that,” I promised her. “If you’ve managed to bake a cake that I like, then I’ll let you be the final course.”
“What?” she squeaked, her thighs inching closer together like she wasn’t sure if she wanted that or not.
I paused as I unhooked her final button and looked into the depths of her warm, brown eyes. “When your Italian boyfriend made you come, didn’t he ever use his mouth to do it?” I asked slowly.
“Erm, he was a fan of…missionary position,” she breathed, her cheeks reddening adorably.
“And that was it?” I asked, arching a brow. “He never changed it up, did it doggy style or with you on top?” She shook her head, getting even redder and my smile widened. “So he never went down on you?”
“No,” she breathed. “I don’t even know if I’d like that or-”
“Oh you’ll like it, bella, I promise.”
She was practically glowing now and I couldn’t help but push it a bit further.
“So you’ve never given a blowjob either?”
Her eyes dropped to my crotch where I was straining against my fly so hard that it hurt and her tongue slid out to wet her lips.
I groaned at the sight of that, practically bursting at the thought of that mouth wrapped around my cock.
Sloan’s gaze moved back to my eyes and the embarrassment was quickly turning to lust as she considered all of these options which apparently hadn’t ever occurred to her before.
“Fuck, you really are a virgin,” I growled hungrily. And that fucked up little bit of me couldn’t help but love that idea. I might not technically be the first guy to get beneath her panties, but I could be her first everything else.
“No I’m not,” she growled defensively.
“I’ll admit you’re not once you beg me to fuck your mouth,” I whispered, reaching out to push my shirt off of her shoulders.
Her lips parted but she didn’t seem to have a response ready for that one and I chuckled to myself for successfully flustering her again as I tossed the shirt aside.
I reached behind her and drew the cupcakes closer to us, lining them up along the edge of the worktop.
Sloan watched me like she wasn’t sure if she should be panting or protesting and I was looking forward to showing her which.
“Underwear off,” I commanded, lifting the lemon and lime cupcake and dipping my finger into the yellow and green frosting.
Sloan looked like she wanted to object as I stood before her in my full suit but she swallowed her complaints and unhooked her bra before sliding it off.
I bit my lip as I looked at her full breasts with a fierce hunger rising in me and waited as she slid her panties off too.
I reached out with my frosting covered finger and she gasped as I painted it straight down the centre of her left nipple.
I leaned forward and licked it back off again a moment later and she moaned eagerly as my mouth claimed her flesh.
I stood back with a smirk and took a bite from the cake in my hand. She’d gotten the perfect balance of sweet and sour into the mix and my tastebuds tingled as I chewed on it, I still wouldn’t have said I’d exactly go out of my way to eat it, but I could appreciate her talent.
“Do you like it?” Sloan asked, watching me as I swallowed.
I swiped my finger through the frosting on the remainder of the cupcake, covering it with the yellow and green mess.
“Nope,” I replied before pushing my finger into her mouth.
She sucked every last bit off of it, taking her sweet time as she looked into my eyes. My little principessa may have been innocent, but she sure as shit didn’t want to be.
“Keep eating,” she commanded. “There will be one you like.”
I snorted at the challenge as I picked up the salted caramel cupcake next.
Sloan sat watching me eagerly which really wasn’t very plate-like of her.
I growled hungrily and pushed her back so that she was lying on the work surface, completely bare before me and I took a bite out of the salted caramel cupcake next. The sweetness of it hit the back of my throat and I practically had to force it down. I didn’t manage to hide my wince and Sloan pouted at me.
“I told you,” I taunted before painting a line of the frosting straight down the centre of her body from her neck to her navel.
She gasped, bucking her hips before me and I tutted at her.
“Plates don’t wriggle,” I reminded her.
“I’m not really a-”
I pushed two fingers covered in frosting into her mouth this time and she moaned lustily as she sucked the frosting off.
“You like that?” I purred as she arched her back, her hands clamping around my wrist. “Plates don’t grab either, bella.”
“I told you I’m not a plate,” she growled.
“Tut, tut, tut. I don’t think you’re grasping the rules of this game. Am I going to have to restrain you?”
Sloan stared at me in shock like she couldn’t quite believe I’d suggested that and her pupils widened with desire.
“Yes,” she breathed. “I think you’d better.”
“Fuck, Sloan,” I moved to claim my tie from the stool where I’d been sitting earlier and approached her slowly, wondering if she was about to blink or not.
Sloan raised her hands in offering and I bound them together tightly, before tying them to a hand towel hook on the end of the kitchen island so that her arms were pinned above her head.
She moaned with excitement and I slid my jacket off, dropping it on the floor and not giving one shit that that suit had cost over four thousand dollars.
I took the next cupcake between my hands and broke it in half, finding a centre of strawberry jam in it which I immediately painted up the inside of her thigh. She squirmed against her bonds as my fingers slid higher, moaning in encouragement as I drew closer to the centre of her, but I wasn’t giving in just yet.
I couldn’t say I’d ev
er remembered a time when I enjoyed eating jam before that moment but as I sucked it off of her silky smooth thigh, I found myself salivating with hunger. Although it wasn’t so much the sugar that had me aching for more, it was the girl hidden beneath it.
I followed the line all the way to the very top of her thigh and paused between her legs, aching for a taste of the real treat on this table.
“Do you still think you won’t like it?” I teased, my lips just brushing against her in the barest of touches which was enough to make her gasp. Her hips bucked in a silent demand and I had to shift back so that I didn’t touch her there. Not yet. Not until she was begging for it.
I pinned her thighs to the table with my hands, forcing them wide as she gasped again. I turned my attention to licking the caramel frosting off the centre of her body, starting at her navel and moving up until I reached her neck.
Sloan ground herself against me as my weight pressed down on her and I tutted again as I reached for the strawberry lemonade cake and pushed three fingers into the frosting.
Sloan groaned wantonly as she sucked it from all three fingers at once, her tongue circling to track down every little bit of frosting as I pumped them in and out of her mouth.
I leaned over her, gripping the edge of the island to keep my weight from crushing her and my fingers brushed something hard which was stuck beneath the edge of the work surface.
I frowned, pushing myself upright as I moved around the side of the island and leaned down to get a look.
My eyebrows rose as I spotted the sharp knife taped beneath it and I reached out to tug it free.
“What’s this?” I asked slowly and Sloan’s eyes widened as she realised what I’d just found.
She squirmed against her bound hands, trying to wriggle away from me.
“I put that there before we-”
“La ragazza disubbidiente,” I purred. Naughty girl.
I touched the knife to the base of her throat, the cold kiss of the blade drawing a gasp from her lips as I slowly trailed it down her body.
My heart beat harder as I moved it lower, watching the way her skin pebbled with goosebumps and her nipples hardened even more than before as I toyed with her. Her eyes were wide with what I could have mistaken for fear, but I was almost certain it was really exhilaration. I didn’t exert any pressure with the blade, just caressed her skin with it as I watched her fall apart for me.
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