Page 7 of The Billionaire's Destiny

My vision blurred, and my heart hammered against my ribs. “Rocco…I…I…love you,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

My confession wasn’t the grand romance I’d pictured. There were no sonnets or moonlit balconies, just the back seat of a car. Telling Rocco I loved him brought fear, too: the terror of emptiness if he left, regret if he never knew how much he meant to me. That fear could haunt me forever. Love was never simple. It was wild, chaotic, and full of longing. But I accepted his love and gave mine in return, with all its messiness and hope.

Rocco’s eyes shone, and a smile on his lips made my heart pound so hard it could escape my chest. “You love me.” Hearing him repeat it with pure joy made me realize there was power in vulnerability. It was not a sign of weakness but a true testament to the strength of love.

“I do, Rocco. I love you.”

He groaned, capturing my mouth in a scorching kiss, his tongue claiming mine with hungry strokes that left me breathless. When we finally broke apart, he nuzzled my face, andhis lips trailed over my cheeks and forehead. His hand tangled in my hair as his lips moved down my neck, the roughness of his stubble igniting a desperate ache inside me.

“Oh, Bella,” he groaned, kissing me again, rougher and more insistent. Each stroke of his tongue sent shivers through me, making me writhe in my seat, desperate to ease the ache inside of me.

“Rocco, I need you.”

“Unfasten your jeans.”

I did as he asked, and he slipped his hand inside, bold and demanding. I stared down at his fingers moving inside my thong then rubbing my clit. “Ohh.” My skin heated seeing the open front. It was scandalous and dirty. We weren’t even alone, and he didn’t care. His fingers rubbed the sides, slipping down to trace my opening, and teasing me as he pushed his finger in. My pussy quivered in pleasure, and it was already so intense. My hand gripped his arm—not to stop him, but to steady myself, and I cried out. “Ohh.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, and his lips brushed my temple. “Don’t come,” he commanded, wanting to keep me on edge. I was hot and willing to surrender to his will. I tried hard not to move with his fingers and to slow down the orgasm I knew was coming. My legs vibrated as I trembled. I lifted my hips, pressing my clit against his fingers.

“Bella,” his voice rose as a warning, and his fingers slowed to a light tease, circling my clit.

I let out a whimper. “You’re torturing me.”

“I’m torturing myself. You have no idea how sexy you look squirming against my hand inside your thong. You’re so wet; why are you so wet, Bella? Hmm? Are you always so horny, waiting for me to fuck you?”

I bit my lip to stop the moan, but it came out loud in the car. My hips lifted again, and I rocked against his fingers, which had gone still. “Are you?”

“I am,” I whispered.

“Good; that’s how I want you,” he praised, and kissed the side of my head before pushing two fingers inside me. I arched my back and gasped, my inner walls clenching around them to keep them in. “You’re so desperate, you’ll fuck my fingers. Show me.” He pumped inside me, and I moaned as I rocked my hips while he used his fingers to fuck me.

He groaned. “Damn, you’re so hot, Bella. All I think about is fucking this tight pussy.” The car slowed, and I groaned as he eased his hand out of my jeans. “Not here.” Pleasure filled his face as I refastened the buttons. He leaned over and kissed me, then removed his sling.

I frowned. “Hey. You can’t do that?”

“It doesn’t hurt that bad.”

I rolled my eyes. “But you could reinjure it.

The car stopped, and I caught a wince in his expression. “See?”

“I’m fine. They taped it. I’ll get physical therapy, but even the doctor recommended that I not depend on the sling.”

“He said after a week. You still have a few days.”

He pressed a kiss to my lips.

I shook my head laughing. “A kiss doesn’t solve everything.”

“I think I have more plans than a kiss.”

The car slowed in front of the estate and parked.

Rocco climbed out and held out his hand for me, and I clasped it. “We’re not to be disturbed, Rick. Tell my mom I’ll come see her at Luca’s.”

“Yes, sir.”

He lifted my hand and kissed the back of it. Then we walked through the door, and he pushed me against it, tugging mypullover up. I lifted my hands as he pulled it off. His eyes widened in shock to find I had nothing on under it.