Page 58 of Sin & Secrets

There’s nothing in this moment besides her. All I can smell, all I can think of isCassandra. Cassandra.Every move she makes, every sound that escapes those sweet lips only draws me further into this trance.

She squeezes at my crotch again, and I realize she’s managed to remove my pants entirely. Her fingers wrap themselves around my shaft.

Fuck. I need her. Now.

“Rocco!” she half squeals as I suddenly stand, dragging her up with me.

It feels almost practiced the way she immediately wraps her legs around me. I stride out of the room, trying to remember through the fog of lust where my fucking room is.

But then her lips are there again. On my cheeks, in my hair. Everywhere on my face besides my mouth.

“Angioletta. Mi ucciderai.”

This woman will be my end.

I move faster than I ever have in my life, pushing through doors with reckless abandon as I try to dislodge her.

But God. Those kisses. Those lips. That tenderness. I am lost entirely to it.

It’s no use.

She has already taken my heart.

The only thing I can do is try to prevent her from ever knowing it.

With one final surge of resolve, I push her from me. It feels like I’m detaching my own limb as she falls away directly onto my own bed.

Thankfully, her giggles reach me moment later, unconcerned by my inner turmoil. She’s delectable, enticing, overwhelming.

I stalk across the bed to her on my hands and knees. “No more kisses,” I scold her.

Daringly, she leans forward and plants one on my nose. “Or what?”

It’s exactly the wrong question, and we both know it.

It takes nothing for me to lift her, to turn her over so that she leans back against my chest. “Or,” I bite at her ear, “I will have to punish you.”

She gasps as one hand grabs her neck, the other finally freeing my throbbing cock from my boxers. I press into her back, letting her feel the entirety of my want and desire.

“Bend over,” I demand as I push her forward by the neck.

Her amble rear raises willingly in the air, and I smack it affectionately.

Her responding whimper is like music to my ears. “You like that?”

I take a cheek in my hand and squeeze down hard enough to bruise.

“Mmmhmmm,” she whines in response.

Greedily, I rid her of her pants and indulge her again. This time the pink mark against her slapped skin has my hand grasping at my cock.

The other goes to seek out her sex. I almost cum in my own hand at the feeling of wetness I find there. Her little gasps at my touch are even more exciting.

“Please, Rocco,” she begs me, bending down further into the bed. The call of her dripping core is more intoxicating than any substance in existence.

I can’t deny her. Not when I can barely deny myself.

I line myself up at her entrance and reach forward, finding purchase in her hair and her breast.

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