Page 14 of Sin City Obsession (De Salvo Empire #1)

Rocco caught her by the hips and tugged her even closer. “I want to know what happened out there,” he said, his voice momentarily gentled, “but I’m not going to push. If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine.”

Alessa swallowed and laid her palms bracingly on his chest. “What makes you think I want to talk at all?”

“I’m not assuming that.” He bent down and pressed a brief kiss to the top of her shoulder, on the inside edge of the gauze wrapping. With his lips still close enough to graze her skin, he murmured, “I don’t ever want to see you getting shot again.”

She tried to laugh at the absurdity of his statement, but something had taken flight in her belly and the sound that escaped her was little more than a puff of air. “I don’t think you understand the line of work I’m in, Rocco.”

He rumbled, tilted his head, and his lips made contact with the side of her throat. His fingers pressed into her hips, squeezing.

Alessa gasped, clutching fistfuls of his shirt.

She knew she shouldn’t. But this was so much better than crying into an empty hotel suite while reruns of some Food Network show played in the background.

So when his lips opened and he trailed his tongue up the side of her throat, she closed her eyes and decided—at least for the night—to just let go.

He teased the underside of her jaw with his teeth and she moved her hands to start working on the buttons of his shirt. He moved a hand up, tangling it into her hair, and tugged her head back a heartbeat before his teasing lips sealed over hers.

The heat that had been thrumming in her chest burst inside her, rushing through her blood and making her head fuzzy.

Her fingers fumbled and she pushed up on her toes as their tongues slid together.

She felt him lower a hand to her ass, squeezing firmly over the fitted, practically spandex material of the yoga shorts she’d changed into.

Normally they were comfortable. At the moment they were more restrictive than chains.

Rocco broke the kiss with a low rumble. The tight grip he had on her hair held her still as he met her lidded gaze. “Forget about work tonight.” He leaned in so that his lips grazed hers as he spoke, his stare unwavering. “Tonight, you belong to me.”

His words sizzled down her spine and Alessa dropped her fingers down to the belted waistband of his slacks. “My safe word is wheelchair,” she said breathlessly. “Because that’s where I’ll put the man who doesn’t stop when I say to.”

Rocco’s lips lifted in a dimple-popping grin that was in no way innocent. “That shouldn’t be hot,” he said, “and I sincerely hope you’ve never had to follow through on it. But I like it.”

She smiled, just a bit, and curled her fingers. “No one’s pushed that far.” She’d had a man tell her it was too aggressive and a mood killer, though. She figured that guy had probably spared himself worse pain by walking away, so she didn’t feel bad about sticking to her guns.

“Good,” Rocco said with a grunt. Then he pushed his tongue into her mouth again, sweeping wide and swirling around her own.

She barely paid attention to anything as he ravished her mouth, her hands busy trying to make a path to his skin and his erection grinding against her through their layers.

She moaned into his kiss at the feel of his hot, taut abdomen beneath her fingers some seconds later.

Then the backs of her knees hit the chaise edge of the sofa and she tumbled down, Rocco’s supportive grip suddenly gone.

Alessa gasped, startled just enough to blink around, and she saw him ripping his belt free. He let the leather fall to the floor, toed off his polished shoes, and took hold of her knees. He was shirtless from the waist up and Alessa had never felt more out of her league. The man was perfection.

His surname was tattooed in an arch over his left pectoral, but both ‘A’s had been replaced with playing cards.

Aces, specifically—the Ace of Hearts first, and the Ace of Clubs second.

He didn’t have any other tattoos she could see, but his sculpted muscles and the five o’clock shadow on his jaw were more than sexy enough.

He fingered the bottom hem of her shorts. “Let’s get these off so you can sit on my face.”

Her whole body clenched and Alessa reached straight for the shorts. “Yes, please,” she heard herself pant as she wiggled.

Rocco caught her chin in one hand. “Yes, what ? ”

She drew a sharp breath, understanding and a fresh flash of heat coursing through her. “Yes, sir.”

He stroked his thumb under her lip and let go. “Good girl.” He pulled her up, layered his fingers over hers, and swept her bottoms from her hips. “Step out.”

She did.

Rocco caught the back of her nearest leg, leaned in, and trailed kisses over her knee and up her thigh.

She felt him draw a deep breath, but instead of moving closer he straightened and stepped up to the chaise.

As he laid on his back, positioned so that his knees bent over the edge and there was a little space overhead, he patted his chest. “Get up here, beautiful. Let me see that pussy I’m about to feast on. ”

Alessa crawled on top of him, sliding herself across his hard chest until her knees rested above his shoulders.

She had to dip her chin practically to her chest to see him between her thighs and the notion was stupidly thrilling.

As was how delicious his body had felt against hers for those few moments.

Rocco sank his fingers into her ass and lifted her up, until all she could see was the top of his head. She felt his hot breath against her aching, sensitive skin when he rumbled, “So fucking pretty.”

She nearly screamed when he ran his tongue the length of her.

“So fucking wet.” One hand went up to her hip and she didn’t know if he’d pulled her weight down onto his face or if she had dropped on him, but his face was there. His mouth was everywhere . His lips and his tongue worked her pussy with an intensity Alessa had never experienced .

She moaned, her back arching, and had no recourse other than to claw at the nearest part of the sofa structure.

It was too good. She was losing her mind with every swipe of his tongue.

He wasted no time flirting with her clit, but he made sure to pay attention to all of her.

Licking, sucking, teasing, tongue fucking—none of it in any order.

All she could do was go along for the ride, grinding down on him in search of sweet, elusive relief.

Rocco gave her ass a squeeze as he tongued her opening, dragged a hand up her spine, and latched onto her clit. He tortured it with sideswiping strokes of his tongue, sucked it wholly into his mouth, and the next bit of friction exploded inside her.

Alessa cried out, her body shaking and her hips rocking, as the orgasm tore through her.

Rocco sat them up, the lower half of his face shiny with her release as he set her in his lap. “Goddamn, your pussy’s delicious.” He licked his lips pointedly.

She was out of it just enough not to feel awkward about that, so she smiled. “Thank you, sir.”

He groaned, slipped his hands beneath the hem of her tank top, and whisked it over her head.

He wiped the fabric across his face, then tossed it aside, leaving her sitting on his thigh in nothing but a bra.

“I want those pretty lips wrapped around my dick, and I’d really love to watch you swallow all of me. Are you up for it?”

Alessa licked her lips. “Fair is fair,” she said after a moment.

“Sir.” She scooted off his thigh, allowing him to stand, then climbed back onto the chaise.

She assumed he was expecting her to drop to her knees—and for him, she would—but she knew a way to give him what he wanted more effectively.

So she rolled onto her back, her head hanging off the chaise, and blinked up at him.

Rocco cursed roughly and the sound of a zipper briefly followed. “If you need to tap out when I’m balls deep in your hot little mouth, pinch my thigh.”

She rolled her lips between her teeth, her core aching at its continued emptiness. “Yes, sir.” She would not be pinching his thigh. Not unless he suddenly became violently aggressive.

He stepped up and, upside down or not, she almost reconsidered at her first visual of the cock she’d teased that afternoon. She wasn’t sure she had ever swallowed one of that size. But she was damn sure going to.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

Alessa complied, anticipation heating her blood as she watched him pump himself over her.

“Fuck, I should take a picture of you just like this so I can jack off to it later.” He crowded her face and guided his cock to her tongue, where she promptly swirled it around the tip.

Rocco let out a low groan of approval and began sliding into her mouth.

“That’s it, beautiful,” he said as he pushed into her throat. “Nice and relaxed for me. Fuck.”

Tears pricked her eyes as he filled her mouth, effectively chocking her. She wanted to touch him. She wanted his hands on her. She wanted his thick cock stuffing and stretching her pussy. But she also wanted him to take advantage of her a little in this position .

When he was as deep as he could possibly go, his balls swinging over her face, Rocco let out a heady grunt. “Put a hand on me, beautiful. In case you need it. Because I’m gonna fuck your face now.”

She would have whimpered if she could make even that much sound, but she quickly reached up to stretch her hands over whatever part of his skin she could find.

With the arm he allowed her to lift. He had one hand pressing down just firmly enough on her wounded arm to remind her not to be stupid, and in the back of her mind, she appreciated that, too.