Rocco goes deathly still. His eyes watch my every movement as my lips slide up and down, letting his finger glide over my tongue. I savor the taste and show him exactly how much I’m enjoying myself with a groan.
I watch as the sound causes Rocco to unravel before me. Pain, lust, helplessness, wanting, hunger, darkness. His head leans closer, and for a moment, I think he might kiss me.
But he presses it into the wall by my shoulder, closing his eyes. “Cas.”
Emboldened, I pry his arm from my neck and take his unoccupied hand in both of mine.
I want to see how far he’s willing to go, how far I can push this. There’s no other thought in my mind other than thinking about all the ways I can make him lose control.
I need him to see me as I am, not as some scared little girl begging for help, but as a woman completely drowning in my desire.
“Touch me,” I whisper as I guide his hand across my body. His finger snags on my nipple as it passes over my breast.
The sensation is so tantalizing I let out a short gasp.
His eyes snap open. “No.”
I don’t stop. I take his hand further down my body. If he could just feel the wetness pooling between my thighs…
Suddenly, he pulls his finger from my mouth, and both his hands capture mine, pinning them above my head. “Not like this,” he growls in my face.
His lips are so close to mine that I can feel his every breath.
“When I have you, you won’t be trying to bargain for your life.”
I can barely hear him over the pounding in my ears. He’s not negotiating with me; he’s telling me.
But whatever future moment he’s imagining feels too far away. “I want you anyway.”
I feel his wince because we are so close. “I’ll take you somewhere far away from this hellhole and worship you properly.”
It’s as if he’s trying to convince himself along with me. Nothing has ever felt more terrifying than the prospect of him walking away right now. I feel like I would do anything, say anything, to make him stay.
“Then take me,” I beg. “Worship me now. I’m right here.” He shakes his head, and my words become desperate. “I want you so fucking badly.”
He hisses. “Cas.”
My name on his lips sounds more like a promise than a warning.
“If you don’t, I’ll have to pleasure myself. Or better yet, I’ll go next door and see if…”
I realize a moment too late the impact my words have on his resolve.
His head dips to my neck. The sensation of his lips grazing the sensitive skin there has me arching my back, pressing myself into every inch of his body as lightning seems to shoot through my veins. If I cry out, I don’t hear it as I succumb entirely to him.
It’s better than anything I could have imagined. My nerves seem to be on fire as my desire ricochets through my body at lightning speed, igniting parts of myself that I never even noticed before.
It’s all so wrong. So, so wrong. And yet so unbearably right.
Suddenly, he holds my wrists with one hand as he pushes my stomach back into the wall with the other. The sting of rejection is soothed over by the flick of his tongue against my neck.
“Rocco,” I hear myself breathe as I tremble beneath him.
His hand slips further down my stomach, dipping beneath the band of my pants toward the place I had just been longing for him to touch.
Every part of me rejoices—screams to get what it wants.
“Please.”
