Page 26 of Sin City Obsession (De Salvo Empire #1)

Chapter thirteen

The Call

Rocco lived in a penthouse, of course. It was quintessential billionaire bachelor in the heart of one of the most notorious, bustling cities in possibly the entire world.

And not just any penthouse, either. A two-level glass palace with sweeping views of the Vegas Strip that put even her view from the hotel to shame.

Ceiling heights that probably pushed the entire thing into a three-floor unit under a technicality.

And for the cherry on top—private roof access, leading to a rooftop deck, outdoor cooking setup, and even a rooftop pool.

It was as over-the-top as it could be. It dripped of luxury, wealth, confidence, and authority.

It felt exactly like the home the most powerful man in Las Vegas, maybe the entire state of Nevada, should feel.

Alessa soaked in every detail as he guided her through the large open spaces, up the steps that had somehow been worked so seamlessly into the design her eye had skipped right over them, and ultimately into his ensuite.

He had a wet-room with a massive shower space, built-in bench, and large, modern soaker tub.

Instead of being beneath a window, the tub was positioned beneath a skylight that would, at night, provide a direct view of any visible stars—or the glow from all the neon.

And nearly everything, from the floor up the walls, was black marble.

Except for the vanity countertop, which looked like the exact same pattern, but with the colors reversed.

The traces of ivory in the marbling had become a marble base, and the polished black the accent. It was stunning.

Rocco indicated the laundry—an actual laundry chute, which descended to his resident housekeeping crew who lived in the unit below—and they shed their soiled clothing. “It won’t be their first time dealing with bloodied clothes, and they know not to ask questions,” he assured her as they stripped.

Alessa smiled, but something inside her had begun to twist. Was this already the end? Were they already done?

Had she been a fool for thinking, for even a second, that they were or could be anything beyond a convenient fling?

A secondary surge of water startled her into focus, and Alessa turned toward the sound. The tub was already filling, and water rained down from the showerhead just feet to the side. Rocco strode toward her, completely naked, all hard muscle and dark, hungry eyes.

“Come on,” Rocco said, catching her by the arm and tugging her closer. “Let’s rinse off before we soak.” He leaned closer and trailed his lips over her hairline. “Don’t get shy on me now, beautiful.”

A choked laugh escaped her at his suggestion and she allowed her feet to move. “I haven’t rinsed off before getting into a body of water since I was a kid, and then it was an outdoor shower by a pool.”

He chuckled, crowding her beneath the spray and sliding his hand over her back. “We could jump in the pool later if you want.”

Alessa tipped her head back, letting the water hit her face and soak into her hair as it rolled down her neck. “I’ll think about it.” She wanted to, in the same way that she was quickly becoming afraid to get too comfortable, and even more afraid it might already be too late.

Rocco pressed a kiss to her shoulder before moving to catch some more of the water for himself.

Despite the look in his eyes, he made no attempt to seduce her before turning off the shower and guiding her to the tub.

He turned that off, too, since it had filled nicely, and climbed in before extending a hand to her.

“Get that gorgeous ass in here and sit on my lap. We’re going to stay in this tub until the water’s cold and neither of us can move—for one reason or another. ”

“Oh, are we now?” Her gaze flicked, momentarily, to the pair of phones that sat on the shelf just within reach. She didn’t remember setting her phone there. Still, she accepted his hand and stepped into the tub. A soft sigh escaped her at the perfectly heated temperature of the water.

“Flirting already, I see,” Rocco teased. He tugged her against him, heedless of his hardened cock.

Alessa squirmed until she had crawled backward up his torso, enough to hug his cock with her thighs and flatten her back against his chest. Then she let herself relax, her head automatically rolling in toward his as he curled one arm around her abdomen, just under her breasts.

“I was too exhausted last night to notice,” she said softly, “but you’re kinda comfortable. ”

Rocco vibrated with a low chuckle. “Well you should know, if you crash on me like this, I will absolutely take advantage.”

She nearly told him to go right ahead, but caught the words before they could stumble stupidly off her tongue. Instead, she flicked water in his direction and mockingly scolded, “Is sex all you think about?”

His rumble turned into a deep, delicious growl. “When you’re pressed against me like this? Yeah. It is.”

Heat flashed through her that had very little to do with the steamy bath water.

Rocco pressed a lingering kiss to her hairline and suddenly said, “You haven’t made that call yet, beautiful.”

Alessa blinked, entirely derailed by the declaration.

She tilted her head back to look up at him, prepared to ask what in the world he meant, when realization dawned.

Of course, he meant that call. The one she had hoped to put off until the next day.

And then she balked. “Seriously? You want me to be thinking about another man right now? ”

Rocco made a derisive sound and his arm tightened around her. “Not for a second.” His chest expanded with a hard breath. “But we both know it needs to get done.”

“ Now ?”

Something wicked took over his expression. “You’re right. I think I need to make sure you know who you belong to before you make that call.”

“I what?” She didn’t even know where to begin with that statement.

But Rocco had stopped listening. Or stopped conversing. He was nibbling along the shell of her ear and the arm around her dipped lower. It only took him a few seconds to find her clit, and then he had her earlobe in his mouth as his fingers began to work.

Any protest she might have had died on her lips. Her hips began to rock with his ministrations and she let her head fall to the other side, exposing more of her neck. She felt so wanton, the way she was spread, but she struggled to care.

He licked and sucked down to her jaw, his hand steady, until she was balancing on the precipice. Then he removed his touch, rolled his hips, and she felt his thick length sliding into her pussy. The angle wasn’t one they’d tried yet, but her body already recognized him. Already welcomed him.

Alessa moaned, grinding her hips down to take him deeper, faster.

Rocco lifted his hand and captured one of her breasts, kneading it almost roughly as he worked his fingers up to her nipple. “That’s it, beautiful,” he murmured against her skin. “ Be a good girl and come on my dick. Let your body show me how much you fucking love it.”

Her core pulsed and she moaned, moving one hand up behind her in a blind attempt to reach for him. Her fingers connected with his hair and she tugged. “Rocco, sir, please. Please come with me. Please fill me up.”

He crashed his lips to hers and bucked beneath her, filling her up in a different way.

A way she still very much enjoyed. His kiss was rough, demanding, and the water sloshed around them as their bodies moved together.

He had both hands on her breasts now, grabbing them with his whole palms one moment, then torturing the nipples in the next.

Finally the kiss broke, Rocco bit lightly down on her lip, and caught her unfocused stare.

“I’m going to fill you up tonight, my queen.

Make no doubt about that. But right now, I just want you to come all over me.

Come on my fucking dick. Show me how good I make you feel.

” He angled his head, ran his tongue over her ear, and in a husky timbre she barely heard, he reached in and took command of her body. “ Now .”

The orgasm crashed into, or over, her and Alessa lost her sense of self for a long moment as her body shook and burned in Rocco’s arms. She wasn’t even sure if she screamed.

She only knew that when she came back to herself, they were still in the tub, and he was still nestled fully inside her.

He’d released her breasts at some point in favor of winding one arm around her once again, the fingers of his other hand gently brushing through her hair.

It was nice. It was relaxing. It was the sort of tender and sexual blend that made a woman feel things Alessa knew, in the recesses of her mind, she was not supposed to be feeling.

Rocco kissed her forehead softly and it was a moment before his murmured words seeped into her post-orgasmic brain. “You are mine, Alessa Adimari. My beautiful, deadly queen. Mine .” It didn’t feel like he was speaking for her to hear, but her heartrate kicked up with each quietly uttered syllable.

She had to force herself to stir enough to draw his attention. “Rocco, you didn’t—”

He met her stare with a searing smirk. “I will. Later.”

“Later?”

He reached out, gave his hand one hard shake, then lifted her phone from the shelf along the far wall. And even as he spoke, she remembered what he’d said minutes before. But she couldn’t quite believe what he was saying in the moment. “Make your call, beautiful. Buy yourself some more time.”

She accepted the phone as if in a daze, watching water drip from her very wet fingers and much more achingly aware of the body part that was not technically hers which was still nestled snugly in her core. “I— But— We should—”

Rocco kissed her cheek. “I’d prefer you made the call on speaker.”