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ROSA

My friends giggle around me. Four of us just completed a modeling assignment here in Prague. I flip my hair, scanning the dance club. Lights reflect red and blue along the ceiling with other lights strobing around the room. My father would swallow his tongue if he saw the dress I’m wearing. The short silver dress shimmers in the strobing-colored lights. No bra and just a scrap of a thong between me and the dress. It’s so low in the back, I feel indecent.

Hands cup my hips, pulling me against a hard, warm body. I can tell he’s tall with the aroma of citrus and sandalwood. Leaning the back of my head against his chest, we’re writhing to the beat. My friends turn and smile, two offering a thumbs up. He must be gorgeous. They’re drooling.

A new song starts before the last one ends, offering a constant beat. Finally, he turns me around to his handsome face. Piercing blue eyes sparkle as a smile lifts the corner of his mouth. He thinks I’m as hot as I think he is. And damn, he is fire. Warm milk chocolate hair with wild light streaks makes my fingers itch to run through it.

He leans in to me. “I’m Rory.”

I take a breath. I never use my real name, but my conscience niggles at me, wanting to share it. “Rosa.” It’s my real name, because it feels like he could mean something.

“Nice to meet you. Want a drink?” I bob my head as he pulls me off the floor, cupping my elbow, leading me to the other end of the bar. Stopping at the edge of the bar, he asks. “What do you like to drink?”

“Bottled water.”

A subtle brow lift from the gorgeous man, makes me smile. He orders my water and a shot of vodka, I assume for himself. He hands me the unopened bottle and walks me and his drink to a side table. The two men standing at the table make eye contact with Rory but quickly scamper away. He oozes power, like the men in my father’s family, but Rory’s power is veiled in a sophistication my father lacks.

He pulls out my chair and grabs the other to pull it close. I can feel the warmth from his body as we sit and my panties dampen. “It’s interesting to find another American in Prague.”

He shrugs. “My family business sends me all over the world, and Prague has the best nightclubs.”

“Yeah? I haven’t been to that many.”

He drops his head to the side of mine, and I can feel his longer hair tickle my ear. “You’re young. Give yourself time to travel and experience the world.”

His scent captivates me as I whisper. “I love to experience new things. Want to be my tour guide?”

His head snaps back to stare. “Don’t tempt me.”

“Why not? You’re the first man I’ve ever wanted to pick up at a club. Take me back to your place and give me some of those experiences you alluded to.”

He stands, yanking me into his arms, slipping me next to his warm body under the protection of his side. “I’m not letting you leave until morning, pretty girl.”

“You growled like it’s a threat. I’m happy to go back with you.”

We exit the club as I take out my phone to text my friends that I’ll call them in the morning. We stop as we reach a silver SUV. “Tell me you’re not a virgin.”

Laughing, I squeeze his upper arm, raising to my tiptoes. “No. Rory. That train left the station a long time ago.” He opens the door as I climb inside.

Pulling into the parking section of the hotel, he maneuvers to valet parking, handing his keys to the attendant as he strolls around to open my door. His large, warm hand extends for me to clasp. “Step into my castle, Princess Rosa.”

I can’t help the blooming smile on my face. My grandfather called me that when I grew up in Texas with my mother’s family, away from the evilness of my father’s life. We walk arm in arm into the hotel, stepping onto the elevator. The doors close and his hands grab me, pulling me to him as he lifts me off the ground to take my mouth with his. The hint of vodka remains on his tongue as he explores my mouth. If I wasn’t hot for the man before, this kiss would do it.

Setting me down as the elevator dings, we step out into the expansive hall with blue and gray carpet and gaudy gold sconces adorning the walls. He shifts his footing to place me next to his side once more. Anticipation bubbles in my core as he walks us down the short hall. It’s a penthouse suite with an ornate double dark wood door. He gets us into his room and before I get a chance to look around, he shoves me against the wall, sliding his hand to my throat and kisses me hard. It’s possession. Nothing I’ve experienced prepared me for the assault on my senses this man is causing. He moans as his tongue dances with mine. It’s glorious.

“Tell me you want this.”

What? “I uh. Yes, damn it. I want this. Give it to me.”

He chuckles. “Is there anything you don’t want me to do to your body?”

What the hell would he want to do? “Huh? What do you mean?”

He releases his hand from my neck and gently strokes my collar bone, kissing my forehead. “What shouldn’t I do to you?”

“What do you want to do?”

The chuckle returns as he scoops me up and struts to the bedroom, standing me against the bed. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

I gasp. “Yes. Oh, yes.”

“Can I be rough?”

“Sure. I trust you won’t hurt me.”

“No, pretty girl. I won’t.”

He reaches around and unhooks the single hook holding my tiny dress on my body. The swath of material falls to the ground, pooling around my slingback heels. Braless, he strokes his hands under and around my breasts. His warm hands cause goosebumps which peak my nipples. Leaning down, he wraps his lips around one and fingers the other. My pussy soaks my panties. “Oh…”

“You’re so responsive.”

“I love what you’re doing.”

“It’s only going to get better from here.”

His thumb grazes the side of my breast as his hand scales down my body. His lips pop off my nipple, and he gathers me into his arms, cradling me, and lying me on the bed. I sigh; the anticipation races my heart.

“Have you ever been tied up, Rosa?”

“What? No.” I giggle. “I’ve read about it.”

He kisses me quickly, then rubs his face along the side of mine, nibbling down my throat as my breath catches. He’s so much more experienced than I even imagined. “Are you going to tie me up?”

“You sound like you want me to.”

“What would you do to me once you tied me up?”

“I’d make you suck my cock, then I’d fuck you ‘til you couldn’t come anymore before I exploded in you.”

My jaw drops. “Uh. Yes.”

He chuckles as his eyes twinkle. He steps away from the bed and moves to the dresser, which holds his duffel bag. Rummaging around for a moment, he pulls out a strip of condoms. I’m on the pill, but I want a condom every time. He walks back to me with it and a small bundle of red and yellow rope in his hand. He rips off one foil square package and tosses the rest on the bed-side table and reaches out with a hand. “Put your wrists together in front of you.” He drops the single condom next to me on the bed.

My mouth waters, waiting for what’s going to happen next as I put my wrists out like he instructed. The smile he offers makes me feel like I’m a perfect student.

“Good girl.”

“Thank you.”

His pupils look as big as pennies, and his stare bores a hole into my soul. “If I do anything you don’t like, you’re going to say the word ‘red’. If you are unsure about anything, you will say, ‘yellow’.”

“It’s like the stories I read in my books.”

His hands move around mine, flipping and tucking the rope around my wrists. The knots give my hands room to move just enough not to constrict. When he mentioned tying me up, I wondered if I would be afraid, but I’m not. I’m excited.

“You’re doing such a good job, Rosa.”

I should feel guilty giving him my name. I know better. The thought spins around my brain, but I can’t focus on it. What’s going to happen next? How big is his cock? I mean, the man is huge, so he’s got to be so much bigger than the two boys I had sex with before.

Rory stares at my hands. Satisfaction plays on his face, giving me a warm feeling in my chest. He’s happy with me. He wraps his hand around my elbow and pulls me to the bed’s edge, picking me up and setting me on my feet. I smile as he grabs a pillow to drop it on the floor, where he points with one hand as he steadies me with his other. “Kneel.” Falling to my knees, his fingers grasp the button on his slacks. He shoves down his pants and briefs, causing them to pile at his feet. His shoes are off, and I can’t remember him removing them. His perfectly erect cock stands along his taut stomach. It’s bigger than I imagined. I catch his smile as he strokes the back of my head. “Take my cock into your mouth.”

I don’t have free hands, so I turn my head and open my mouth as he pushes his cock down and between my lips. His hand continues to rub the back of my head as he holds the shaft at the perfect angle for my mouth. I’ve never done this, but it seems like the most natural thing to do. I slip my tongue around the head and slurp as he moans. His fingers knead the back of my head as he strokes the bottom of his cock. I wish my hands were free to grab it.

He chuckles. “Stop thinking and suck my cock.”

The command makes my pussy cream, and I can’t wait to please him again. Bobbing up and down on his hard length, he moans. Satisfaction surrounds my soul. This has nothing to do with my family or my job. This is all me, all Rosa. I find a pace that helps me take him deeper into my mouth. I’ve watched this on porn, so I get the gist of what should be done, but it’s a heady feeling for me to be pleasuring him. He growls and startles me.

“Enough.” He pulls me off my knees and tosses me onto the bed. Grabbing the condom, he kneels against my bent legs. With one hand and a quick move, he slides the condom on his massive penis and then slips his finger into my pussy. “You’re so damn wet.”

I bite my lower lip and nod. “I want you.”

“And me, you shall be having.” He reminds me of a wild cat, like you see on a documentary. A moment of trepidation skitters across my mind as he moves my bound hands to above my head. “I won’t hurt you. Get out of your head and just feel.” He parts my knees and lines up his sheathed cock against my pussy.

I move my pelvis to meet his cock.

“Tsk. You stay still.”

His sharp words startle me until I look into his lustful eyes. “Yes, sir.”

Chuckling, he uses his massive hand to support me as he plunges his hard cock into my warmth. “You’re so perfect.”

His praise lifts my spirits. I want his praise like I want my next breath. Three quick thrusts and my pussy stretches. He’s so much bigger than anyone else I’ve had. Well, two others, but my inexperience doesn’t seem to make any difference in his bed. He pushes in a little more with every thrust, and my pussy is full. I moan and he smiles. I cry out. “Oh, God.”

“Rory will do.”

My breath catches as my hands ache to wrap around him. The skin chafes along the braids of the rope. My body coils in pleasure, tightening down, needing to explode. Tingles start in my core and spread to the tips of my fingers. I’ve read about this feeling, but words don’t compare to the sensations bombarding my soul.

“You feel so good.” His length keeps the perfect pace in and out. I can’t breathe with the sensations building in my body. My toes curl as my pussy clenches around his rock-hard cock as he pumps in and out, not quite pulling out all the way. It’s as good as the erotica I’ve read. Better because the sensations are real. My hands clench into fists as I scream. The spring that has been coiling snaps, and my body explodes in pleasure. His thrusting continues as my pussy tightens around him while my body plummets off the ecstasy cliff. For my first actual orgasm during sex, it was stupendous. I want that again.

My eyes catch the twinkle in his. He licks his lips and my mind focuses on his words. “Let’s do that again.”

“Mm hm. I’ve never done that before.”

He smiles. “You’ll do that every time, as long as my cock is the one pounding you.” He thrusts in a few more times before he pulls out. Using his hands, he spins me over and adjusts me up on my knees. “Are you a good girl, Rosa?” His voice is deep, demanding with a touch of gentleness that makes me want to confess every infraction.

The words resonate in my chest. Am I good? His open hand smacks my ass, vibrating my body as he pounds. “Answer me!”

“Yes. But sometimes I’m bad.”

He chuckles as he pumps into my pussy. “How bad?”

“Well, I’m here, aren’t I?”

“You are here, and I plan to keep you here all night. You feel so good.”

The steady bombardment of his hands caressing my body while his cock entertains my pussy leaves me breathless. He’s got to be tired. Time has no meaning as my body races to climax again.

His hand smacks my other cheek, bringing me to the present. “Stop thinking and focus on what I’m doing to you.”

I want to please him more than I ever imagined. His grunting gets louder, making my pussy clench and my body tingle. The roughness of the bedding rubs my nipples, which is helping to build that feeling again. An orgasm hovers almost close enough to grab it. His hand slips to my hip as he jerks me to his pelvis, increasing his depth. I’m going to come. Two in one night. His hand holds onto my hip, fingers digging in just enough to keep my attention. My heart races as he moans.

“Come for me.” Ecstasy is my new best friend. My pussy ripples around his cock. The orgasm builds as he picks up the pace. He’s close. So am I. So close. “Get there, baby.”

That’s all my body needs. His words of encouragement spur me on. The impact of my climax overrides all my senses. I tumble off the precipice of emotion as he announces his climax. I’ve never felt this content and never been this close to anyone before. My emotions rock me until I chill as he pulls out and walks into the bathroom. The warm and happy feelings that surrounded me are replaced with insecurity. I fall to my side and use my roped hands to pull the sheet over me. Rory comes back with two pieces of cloth in his hand. He shifts the sheet and washes between my legs with a warm cloth. Smiling, he leans to kiss me, then replaces the wet cloth with the dry one. He steps away, and I struggle to catch my breath. What happens now? I feel the blush of embarrassment creep up my neck. I’m not a one-night-stand type of woman.

He comes back into the room and motions for my hands. He brushes his thumbs over the back of my hand as he removes the rope. The rope falls to the bed while he rubs my wrists and hands.

“You did so well.”

I smile. His compliments mean so much more than they should. “Thanks.”

“Tell me about yourself.”

I chew on my lip as I prop the pillow up against the headboard. Is this what you do after a one-night stand? Chat like it’s a date? “Um. I model a little. I love to travel, so modeling gives me an excuse. What do you do?”

“I work for my family’s business. We’re in logistics.”

“Logistics? What does that mean?”

He lies next to me, stretching along the bed. His hand strokes my body underneath the sheet. “My family provides things for what companies need.”

“That sounds ominous.”

He chuckles. “It’s pretty benign, trust me.”

His words make me realize I do. “Where do you live?”

“New York, most of the time, but I travel a lot.”

He shifts the sheet to reveal my sex. “Where do you call home, Rosa?”

“I spend most of my time in Mexico with my mother, but I grew up in Texas.”

He nods. “I think I know enough for now.” He pulls the sheet off my body. The coolness of the room pebbles my nipples as he lands on me, pinning me to the bed. “I’m going to make you come so hard.”

I giggle. “Bring it on.”

Light is just creeping through the curtains of the expansive window. My phone buzzes on the table next to the bed. The beautiful man breathes deeply, sound asleep next to me as my body hums with sore muscles and chafed wrists and ankles from multiple sexcapades during the night. I can’t help but smile as I move into the bathroom and close the door. Whispering, I answer. “Hello?”

“Oh my God, Rosa. Get your ass back to the hotel now. Your father just landed. He’s on his way here, and your bodyguard is going insane trying to find you. Shit, you can’t stroll into the hotel in your dress from last night. What are you going to do?”

“I’m coming. Try to stall for me.” I stare at myself in the mirror, feeling more beautiful than I ever have. “Crap.” I step out of the bathroom and move to Rory’s bag. He’s got to have something I can wear. He’s fucking huge, but shorts might work. I could look like I was exercising. There’s a rubber band on the desk, and I snag it as I find a tight wicking athletic shirt and workout shorts. Scooping up my panties, I leave my dress pooled on the ground with my shoes. Slipping on the panties, shorts and shirt, I glance back at the stud in the bed. I itch to touch him again. Fear drives me out of his room and down the hall to the elevator. Using the key I swiped from his desk, I activate the elevator and pray I can get to the hotel in time. The bodyguard my father sends with me is an addict who passes out every day after my photoshoots. He wouldn’t have had any idea I wasn’t back if I hadn’t slept here.

The elevator dings in the middle of the ride down. A teenage girl, about my size, steps into the elevator. She’s wearing a track jacket and shorts and tennis shoes. Opening the phone cover, I slip out the fifty-dollar bill I always carry for emergencies. I hold it out. “I’ll pay you fifty for your tennis shoes, socks and jacket.”

The girl doesn’t even think before she’s kicking off her shoes and pulling off her socks. I reach down to get them as she peels off her jacket. Handing her the money, I dress in the elevator. This will make my exercise excuse more legit.

Ten minutes later, I run to the back of my hotel and smile at the cute man in the doorway having a smoke. I point to the door and bat my eyes. His language isn’t recognizable, but all men understand a woman’s meaning. He turns and motions for me to enter. The freight elevator takes me to the mezzanine level, which houses the gym. A man holds the door as I run inside and get on the treadmill. Let’s make this look good.

Voices speak behind me as I turn into the annoyed face of my father. “Why aren’t you in your room getting ready for breakfast?”

I reach for the towel on the rack and blot my face. “I’m sorry. I came to run.”

His brow lifts as his jaw tightens. “I want breakfast. Let’s go.” He picks up my phone and begins to flip through. I know this is what he does, so I deleted any incriminating texts or calls. He harrumphs and hands me my phone as we exit the room. “Hurry up and shower, so you look presentable. You shouldn’t work out. You’re a woman.”

I nod. There isn’t anything I can do and expressing any individual thought will only get me in trouble.

RORIC

My ringing phone wakes me from the deep slumber. I reach for my phone as my other arm extends across the bed. It’s cold. “Hello?” I turn my head to notice the opposite side is empty. A quick glance of the room confirms she’s gone.

“Roric. Come home now.”

“Yes, Papa. I have a ten o’clock flight, so I’ll be at your place by early afternoon.”

He ends the call without a reply. “Prick. He lost all manners after my mother died.” I throw my feet over the side of the bed, noticing the shoes and dress from the night before. My smile creeps up my face and dims as I notice my open duffel. Did she just take my clothes or my money, too? I rummage around. Everything important seems to be here. Why did she take shorts and a t-shirt instead of wearing her dress? I guess she didn’t want to do the walk of shame. If she’d stayed, I would have bought her a new outfit from the boutique in the lobby.

I collect the dress and shoes and toss them in my bag.