Page 55 of Roque

“Fuck, Blue.” He broke from our kiss, his eyes staring intently at me. Lost in the spell between us, I cupped his cheek and whispered, “My birthday was last week.”

“What?” His voice was low and dangerous. “Fucking with me, little girl?” he growled.

“Never.”Liar. You’re fucking with him behind all this…blue hair and fake blue eyes…

Johnny scowled at us from his place behind the punch bowl. Five cheerleaders hung off his biceps; each dying to get fucked by the mini-mob prince-to-be. I rolled my eyes, “wanna get out of here?”

He hissed as I let my tongue slide along my lower lip. “This is a dangerous game, bella. One I won’t let you walk away from.”

“I know.”

He took my hand and nodded over to Johnny. Instead of taking me back to the frat house like I expected, he held my left-hand prisoner in his grasp while he maneuvered the Suburban through the dark autumn night and to the fanciest boutique hotel in Princeton.

“Wow. I guess I was a sure thing, huh?” I swallowed.

He cut the engine. Instead of taking me straight up to a room, he slipped his jacket off and put it on me. “The gardens here are not to be missed. Even in the face of winter.”

Puzzled, I let him lead me through an arbor draped in twinkling lights and dried vines. A maze of stonewalls, man-made waterfalls and trellis’s covered in dried blooms met us.

“This is… beautiful. The dead, dark and dried up blooms are… haunting?” I breathed in the crisp air.

“It’s us. Or at least me. It’s reminds me of home…of Italy.” He slipped, then caught himself. “I mean where my ancestors where from.”

He led me through stones still covered in wet moss. Dried leaves crunched under our feet as we walked through summer’s graveyard. Dried, dead hydrangea blossoms still danced for the night breeze.

“I did something once. Something that still haunts me. This place reminds me of someone from a day long ago.”

I blinked back tears. “Roque—"

But he cut off my words with a harsh kiss. Taking me in his arms, we danced under the full Harvest Moon—to hooting owls and ghosts either cheering us on or determined to work against us.

Our kisses turned frenzied. He wanted to own me. Consume me. One thing he hadn’t lost is that eerie intensity of his. It’s stronger than before.

When he swept my legs out from under me to carry me to a small gatehouse at the edge of the garden, almost in the woods, I didn’t put up a fight.

He kicked the door open and deposited me onto of a fluffy cream-colored bed. Looking around, the whole mini cottage was just a bedroom with fat white candles, white furniture and flowers… everything is pure, Virginial.

I shivered as he loomed over me.

“My big, bad wolf has come at last,” I teased, opening my arms.

He paused as if my words triggered a memory. His eyes almost glowed in the dark as he unzipped the back of my gown and it slid down.

“Mine,” he growled, not even bothering to undress as his hips straddled mine. His dark head bent down to take one nipple between his two lips. “Delicious, he groaned, going back and forth.

Electric energy zinged from where his mouth pulled on my them, going straight through to my core. Throbbing need had me writing beneath him. My hands clawed at his back, urging him closer.

He chuckled against my throat, letting a hand stroke down my body. “You want this, bella?”

I nodded, unable to speak as his fingers stroked through my mound. I gasped into his mouth as he parted my flesh, finding the little screaming bud of nerves wanting his touch.

But the attention only makes my need worse. I needed him deep inside of me. I always did. He shed his clothes. I stared wide-eyed at his muscular chest and biceps covered in ink down to his wrist.

“Scared?”

He teased my sopping entrance with the thick head of his shaft. Ran his hands over my small breasts and down stomach, to play with me while watching my face.

His teeth grit as he fed his cock to me inch by agonizing inch. “Fuck, Blue. You are so tight.”

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