She moaned as I trailed it below her navel and a groan of pure fucking need escaped me as I tossed the knife away towards the sink. My fingers took up the path the knife had been painting and I dipped them between her thighs, sliding two inside her and groaning again at just how wet I found her.
She cried out, her spine arching as I drove my fingers in and out, delighting in the way she writhed before me.
“Poor little Principessa,” I growled, pulling my fingers back out again through pure force of will. I wanted to finish my game with her before I gave in. “They never let you be free like this, did they?”
She shook her head as her eyes locked with mine and I stole a kiss which was a promise in itself as I licked frosting from her lips.
“I might keep you in a cage, little bird, but I’ll never clip your wings,” I swore.
Her needy panting was answer enough and I stood back again as I grabbed the vanilla pumpkin cupcake next.
She watched as I took a bite and the spicy, sweet taste flooded my mouth. I had to admit this was the best one yet; if it wasn’t for the sweet aftertaste of the vanilla then I might have been able to say I genuinely liked it.
Sloan groaned as she read my answer on my face and I chuckled darkly as I used the pumpkin frosting to mark her breasts then let her suck it from three of my fingers again.
I ran my mouth over her perfect tits, sucking on her nipples and chasing my tongue with my teeth so that she cried out at each sting of pain.
“Please, Rocco,” she begged as I slid my hand down her stomach, painting a trail towards the very centre of her.
“Please what?” I asked, sucking on her nipple again and relishing the noise she made in response.
“Just…do it,” she gasped, her hips shifting again in a desperate plea.
“Do what?” I asked, drawing back and lifting the final cupcake from the table.
“Kiss me…there,” she ground out and I almost wanted to force her to tell me where there was exactly, but I was too hungry for her to keep playing.
“I actually have a secret to share with you,” I said as I raised the last cupcake to my lips.
“What?”
“I fucking love cherries.” I bit into the final cake with a groan as the taste of it washed over my tastebuds and Sloan smiled widely. I wasn’t even faking, the thing was fucking divine. I could have eaten them all day every day, but there was one thing I wanted to eat more.
I took the cherry between my teeth then swiped the rest of the frosting off of the cake and pushed my hand between her thighs, covering her with it.
Sloan moaned with need as I pushed my fingers straight inside her and started moving them back and forth. I was getting frosting fucking everywhere but I planned on eating every last scrap of it so I didn’t care.
Her hips were moving in time with the thrusts of my hand and for a moment I just watched her, getting off on the way she looked spread before me and begging for more.
I pulled my fingers back out of her and took the cherry from my mouth before placing it straight on top of the frosting.
Sloan was panting with need and I dropped to my knees before her, pushing her thighs wide and groaning as I pressed my mouth down right on the centre of her.
She cried out, bucking against me as she demanded more and I gave it to her willingly. I ran my tongue over her, dipping it inside her as I licked the frosting out of her and tasted the sweetness of her beneath it.
She tasted so fucking good that I groaned, working my way up until I was sucking and licking at that perfect spot and she was grinding herself against me and calling my name with a keen desperation. The sound of her begging me for more turned me on so fucking much that I had to fight against the urge stop this and just take her. But I wanted to own this moment. I wanted to be the author of this memory in her forever more.
Sloan cried out in pleasure, her heels digging into the work surface as she came, making her slide up it away from me.
I pushed myself upright so that I could see her as she writhed beneath me, biting my lip as I admired the perfection of her body.
She’d pushed herself so far along the surface that her head hung over the end of it, her ebony hair trailing down to the floor as she tried to catch her breath in the wake of what I’d done to her.
I moved around to kneel by her head where it hung back over the end of the island and kissed her mouth upside down, worshiping her full lips as they moved against mine in the unfamiliar way.
I pulled back and smiled at her wickedly as I untied her hands. “Do you want to try anything else while I’ve got you here?” I teased.
“Yes actually,” she said, biting her damn lip again. “I want to know how it feels to take control of you like that.”
“You want to tie me up?” I asked with a snort of amusement as I stood. She stayed where she was with her head hanging upside down over the edge of the breakfast bar right in line with my crotch.
“No. Not that.” Sloan reached for me and tugged my belt loose before sliding my fly down.
I gripped the edge of the work surface either side of her head as she freed me from my pants and my heart leapt as she pressed her lips to the end of my cock in a kiss that sent my blood pumping pure fucking fire through my limbs.
I opened my mouth to say something, but whatever the fuck it had been was lost to me the second her lips slid around me.
A curse left me as she drew every fucking inch of me into her mouth and she moaned like it was turning her on as much as it was me. Which wasn’t fucking possible because despite the fact that I’d fantasised about her doing this to me more times than I could count, the reality of her laying before me like this and the feeling of those full lips sliding down the length of me weren’t something my imagination could compete with.
She drew me in and out of her mouth and I could feel myself losing control already. Because this girl was more than just some easy lay. She was a fucking diamond which had been trapped beneath layers of coal for too goddamn long. She rose to every challenge I gave her and exceeded my expectations every, single, time.
I groaned as I thrusted in and out of her mouth and she kept going and going until I couldn’t hold back a moment longer. Her fingernails bit into my ass as she drew me in one last time and I exploded in her mouth with a groan of pure fucking ecstasy.
I pulled back out of her, dropping to my knees so that I could kiss her and taste my lust on her lips.
This wasn’t just about sex, it was about her. And for the first time since I’d made that bet with my brothers, I felt kinda shitty about it. Because getting Sloan Calabresi to fall in love with me wasn’t the kind of thing I should have been joking about. It was the kind of thing that would only happen if I turned out to be the luckiest son of a bitch in the entire world.
And I was beginning to hope I just might be.
I shoved a bundle of dirty clothes into the washing machine with a stupid grin on my face. A week snowed in to this manor had been anything but a nightmare. It was like living in the deepest dreams of my heart.
There were a hundred words to describe what was between me and Rocco. Crazy, stupid, dangerous, senseless, hot. But the only one I could focus on was exhilarating. My blood was pumping, I was wide awake and the world seemed to present a future to me I never would have considered in a million years. That I didn’t have to live under my father’s rule. I didn’t have to answer to anyone. Whether this thing with Rocco was for now or forever, it didn’t matter. It had helped me make a decision that had never felt like it was mine to make before. I was going to get out of here, claim my life back and do whatever the hell I wanted with it.
I snapped the door shut on the washing machine and stood up. I’d been washing everything from the sheets to the towels. It was the first load I’d done since I’d been here and it looked like Rocco and his brothers had been working through every item in the house to avoid cleaning anything themselves. But I for one, did not wanna wear the same sweatpants for the fi
fth day in a row. I’d already done the whites which were currently spinning around in the dryer opposite me, now it was just the colours left.
“Wait.” The door swung open and Rocco strolled into the laundry room, tugging his shirt off. My eyes immediately fell to his ripped shoulders and I sucked on my lower lip. “I’ve got a few more clothes for you.”
He continued to strip and I enjoyed the show, leaning my hip against the machine as I waited. He got down to his boxers and I held out my hand with a sideways smile as I surveyed all of his hardened muscles.
“You first, bella.” His eyes dropped to the blue shirt I was wearing. His of course.
I smiled teasingly. “Fine, but no touching me just because I’m naked, I have things to do.”
“What things?” he chuckled.
“Maybe I have an escape plan to execute,” I taunted and his face dropped.
“The snow’s started to thaw,” he said in a low tone.
A beat of tense silence passed between us.
“When the road is clear, will you let me go?” I asked, wondering if he really did care for me. Because surely that meant he’d let me go free, even if he did want to keep me. We hadn’t spoken about what would happen when his family returned, but with each passing day those words had circled in the back of my mind, forcing me to confront them.
“If I let you go, will you really leave?” he asked, dropping his head so his forehead pressed to mine. The intensity of his gaze made my heart stutter and suddenly I didn’t have a clear answer.
Of course I’d leave…wouldn’t I?
I couldn’t stay here in Rocco’s arms forever. It was a dream, a stolen moment of madness. But at the same time, I didn’t like to think of it ending. In fact, the thought of leaving Rocco made my heart start to fracture.
I glanced up at him then shrugged, not giving him a real answer. Even though it should have been easy. It should have been a yes without hesitation.
“I’m not staying here for your father to use me against my family,” I said, choosing my words carefully.
“But if you could stay with me elsewhere..?” he suggested with a mischievous smile.
I rolled my eyes. “It’s not possible.”
“Anything’s possible.”
“Not this,” I breathed. “Our families-”
“Forget our families,” he growled. “I don’t want to talk about any of that right now. I just want to enjoy you. So shouldn’t you be taking that shirt off?”
My shoulders dropped and I bought into the beautiful promise of his words. If we didn’t talk about it, we didn’t have to deal with it. I knew it was childish, but we didn’t have much longer together like this. A day or two maybe. And I wanted to enjoy them too, revel in them. In him.
I pulled the shirt over my head as lust twisted through my body and took me hostage. I dropped it to the floor, finding a carnal desire burning in his eyes. He immediately dropped his boxers and handed them to me and I turned to put them in the washer, hiding my blush at the sight of him hardening for me.
“No touching,” I reminded him and he responded with a low noise in his throat.
When I’d set the machine to run, I jumped up and tried to hurry past him to the door with a grin. He kicked the door shut and stepped sideways to block my way. “I’m not touching you, but if you happen to get in the way…” He made his body as big as possible, spreading his arms and stalking forward.
I giggled, backing up until my ass hit the dryer and the vibrations of it rumbled through me. “Cheat,” I taunted as he closed in on me, resting his hands either side of me on the surface.
“If you’re the prize in this game, Sloan, I’ll do whatever it takes to win. Cheating, bribing, intimidating. You name it, I’ll do it.”
I leaned back as he leaned in, his minty toothpaste breath calling me in for a taste. “How about begging?” I raised a brow and he raised one back.
He got as close as he possibly could without touching me and I pressed harder against the dryer. It went into a higher gear and the buzz of the machine ran right to my core and made me gasp.
“I don’t beg,” he grunted, his gaze swinging to my chest then back up to my lips.
“I thought you said you’d do whatever it takes?” I questioned innocently and he released a breath of amusement that made my skin tingle as it washed over me.
“Hm,” he growled, leaning in to kiss my neck. I pressed my hand to his mouth at the last moment, laughing as I tried to slip past him. He caught my hips, lifting me and slamming my ass down on the dryer so the vibrations ricocheted through me.
“God-ah-no,” I gasped, jerking forward to try and get down, but he clamped my thighs down with his hands. “Rocco!”
“Please,” Rocco purred, but it wasn’t begging, it was mocking, his smile demonic. He leaned in again and I arched my back to keep away as the damn dryer went into overdrive.
“Let me up,” I demanded, half meaning it, half not. Because holy shit this was starting to feel good. Rocco pressed down harder on my thighs, rolling them outwards and baring me to him.
“Please let me have you.” His tone said he already had me and that it was obvious as hell. I tried and failed to get up again and the fight went out of my limbs.
He brushed his mouth over mine, but wouldn’t give me more. He nuzzled and teased and drove me crazy when I tried to grab him and pull him closer.
“Please,” he said, laughing and I tipped my head back as I started to come apart.
The dryer ended its cycle and I could have punched the damn thing as the tremors abandoned my body and left me wanting. I gripped the back of Rocco’s neck, giving him a serious look as I locked eyes with him.
“I need you,” I panted and his amusement died in an instant.
He clutched my hips, dragging me toward him and my lips parted in hopeful anticipation as he lined himself up to take me.
The sound of the front door opening made my heart nearly leap out of my throat.
“Fuck,” Rocco hissed, dragging me off the dryer and pushing me toward a row of bed sheets which were hanging at the back of the room.
“Rocco?” Frankie’s voice sounded. Before he got me behind a sheet, the door opened and Rocco shoved me behind him, shielding my naked body with his.
I glanced around his arm with dread swelling in my gut.
Frankie looked from me to Rocco, his mouth wide open. He wore a thick snow coat and had a gun hanging loose in his fingers.
“Is he in there, Frankie? I need a word with him,” Martello’s voice called from beyond the room and a strangled noise squeezed its way out of my throat. My heart thundered and my body ran hot all over. Shit shit shit!
“He’s in here and he’s fucking naked!” Frankie called back and horror sped through me. He’s going to tell everyone. “I’ll make sure he gets dressed and send him your way, Papa.”
“Fucking typical,” Martello muttered and his footsteps pounded away.
Frankie grinned his damn head off, looking between us. “Well, well, well.”
“Don’t start. Get the fuck out and stall for time,” Rocco snapped.
Frankie smirked. “Sure.” He glanced at me. “See ya, Sloan.” He slipped out the door and I ran a hand anxiously through my hair.
Rocco marched to the dryer, ripping the door open and tossing a shirt and some underwear at me. “Put that on,” he snarled, his voice lacking warmth.
He tugged on his own shirt then some boxers and sweatpants as I pulled on the overly hot clothes. Then he snatched my arm, tugging me firmly toward the door and my heart pounded uncomfortably in my chest.
“What are you doing?” I whispered as he pulled me into the hall and marched along it at high speed. He guided me straight to the cellar and I dug my heels in in alarm as he opened the door. “Rocco,” I hissed in alarm. Surely he wouldn’t put me down there after everything that had happened between us?
He shoved me inside and a crack tore across my heart. He followed me in, pulling the
door to behind him. A shadow shrouded him and fear flickered in my soul as I looked upon a man I didn’t recognise. Not from the past week anyway. This was the man who’d taken me, chained me, caged me.
“Get down there and be quiet.” He pointed over my shoulder but I refused to move.
“You’ll let me out later though, right? When they’re gone?” I asked, desperately searching for some warmth in his eyes. But there was nothing but a cold, hard wall.
“Who says they’re leaving?” he spat then stepped out of the cellar and shut the door in my face.
I stared at the door with my heart sinking toward the depths of my stomach. My legs were bare and it was freezing in here. Even though I knew there were blankets at the bottom of the stairs, I couldn’t stand the thought of going down there and wrapping myself up in them. I rested a hand to the wood, trying to process what had just happened.
Rocco had looked so distant, like everything we’d shared hadn’t happened at all. Maybe it had just been an act in front of Frankie, but then why hadn’t he reassured me when he’d left?
Why was I standing here feeling like I’d just fallen prey to the biggest con ever? That I’d been locked up in a house with a guy who’d had nothing better to do than screw me to keep himself satisfied. It wouldn’t have been that hard for him to pretend.
The door suddenly opened and Frankie came into view, holding a cardboard box in his hands. “Here.” He placed it in my arms, pressed his fingers to his lips then shut the door again and locked it behind him.
I frowned, placing the box down as my heart beat unsteadily. I switched the light on then pulled the box open and a bundle of white fur shot into my arms. I gasped, unable to believe it as I held Coco tighter. He went mad, licking my face, my arms, any bare piece of skin he could get to.
“Coco!” I hugged him to my chest as emotion welled, spilling over into actual tears of joy. “How are you, little beast?” I cooed, stroking him as he trembled with pure happiness. I hushed him, running my hands over his soft fur. “We’ll get out of here,” I promised him, placing a kiss on his head.
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