Page 27 of Sin City Obsession (De Salvo Empire #1)

Something pulsed, deep inside, that she didn’t know how to name.

Or perhaps she was afraid to name it. Yet she found herself going through the motions of unlocking, dialing, and even tapping the speaker button.

As she did the last thing, and ringing filled the air, she finally cut Rocco a hard look and hissed, “Don’t you dare start anything.

” She really didn’t want to have to ‘wheelchair’ him .

He only smiled and tightened the arm still around her middle, making sure she was snug against his chest. It would have been cozy, arguably romantic, if not for the heavy and distracting presence of his cock inside her.

The line connected and a different kind of heat rushed to Alessa’s face as Dante’s voice followed the soft click. “I assume you’re calling with good news.”

It’s not a video call it’s not a video call it’s not a video call.

“Yes,” she said, managing not to clear her throat like an awkward, self-conscious teen.

But it came out somewhat strangled and she winced.

“Apologies for the late call, but I thought you would want to know sooner than later. George’s employer, as well as one add-on, are off the board. ”

“I assume there was a reason for the add-on?”

“I had valid cause to believe the other man was in the same profession as George,” Alessa replied.

She couldn’t decide if she was grateful or distracted by the fact that Rocco remained completely still and silent behind her.

“He knew about George’s assignment. I didn’t feel it was a good risk to leave him be. ”

Dante hummed, but when he spoke again, his question was entirely unexpected. “How’s Vegas?”

Her eyes bulged and she nearly dropped the phone. “What?” The question squeaked out of her before she could catch it. That time she did clear her throat as she hurried to continue. “I mean, I don’t understand…”

“You’re going to tell me something else has come up,” Dante said, his words calm and his tone steady. “That you need to stay for another couple of days to tie up loose ends. And I’m sure you have just enough of a something that you can back yourself up if I challenge you. Isn’t that right?”

Alessa swallowed hard and tried to burrow deeper into Rocco on some thoughtless, unknown instinct. The movement had him rubbing against her and forced her to bite down hard on her lips to hold back a moan of pleasure.

Rocco pressed a kiss into her hair and began a slow, gentle rubbing motion with his underwater thumb.

Alessa drew a breath. “There is a woman who caused some issues today,” she managed to say, her voice steadier than she had anticipated. “I’m not sure what she knows yet, and only have a theory about her reasoning. I prioritized dealing with Gwathney.”

“Of course.” He barely paused. “Mop up all the loose ends. You know my rules. But when that’s done, Alessa, I have another assignment for you.”

Dread clamped down on her chest and Alessa found herself unable to breathe. Another assignment? Already?

“I don’t want to see you or hear word of you stepping foot in Newark for the next two weeks.” Dante said the words in an almost harsh tone, like it was a punishment or an order anyone would struggle to obey.

And it worked, because Alessa gaped at the phone she held precariously above the water, feeling like she’d just taken a blow to the chest. It wasn’t until Rocco curled his fingers around her throat, unexpectedly pinching off her air-supply, and simultaneously shifted enough to smother a muted chuckle in her hair that Alessa began to process the words beneath the tone.

Her body, of course, was much quicker to process Rocco’s movement, and she would surely have gasped or moaned if not for the manual collar around her neck.

It was only unfortunate that she kind of had a kink for that.

Rocco softened his grip after a few seconds, having composed himself and carefully straightened. Which only helped her so much.

Alessa swallowed one more time and hoped any oddness in her voice would be contributable to the strange thing her boss had just said. “I-I’m sorry, Boss … are you putting me on time-out? Am I exiled?”

“Mandatory vacation,” Dante replied. “The only vacations you ever take are the kind your parents drag you on, which they haven’t done in three years. You’re overdue, and we both know you need the breather.”

Her mouth opened, but this time it was a different sensation—a different emotion—that strangled her. This time she made a sound, like a whimper.

For the life of her, Alessa would have sworn Dante sighed.

“ That is why. I’m not penalizing you for having emotions, Alessa.

I’m insisting you deal with them. You’re no good to anyone if you implode in the middle of a job one day.

So, two weeks. I don’t care if you stay in Vegas, I don’t care who you fuck, but don’t come home unless one of us calls you first. Is that clear? ”

Sure she was hallucinating, Alessa said, “Yes, Boss. Thank you.” The line went dead a second later and the breath rushed from her lungs. Her arms gave out without warning and it was only Rocco’s startlingly fast reflexes that kept the phone mostly above water .

“Thank fuck. I thought he was gonna drag that conversation out just to force us to admit we were doing something indecent,” Rocco said with a thick grunt.

In the next instant, he hauled them both up and slid her off his cock.

He turned her to face him, still in the tub, and anchored his hands on her hips.

“We’re going to towel off, then it’s straight to bed.

Tonight I’m showing you the difference between fucking and making love. ”

She felt a little dizzy. “Rocco…” She was confused by Dante’s overly generous consideration, concerned by her own neediness, and insanely aroused at the same time. It felt like nothing made sense.

He kissed her forehead, then swatted her butt to get her moving. “Loose ends will keep. That pussy needs filling, and neither of us is sleeping until we’ve had at least two more orgasms. You’ll feel better in the morning.”

Well, that makes sense.

She stepped from the tub, took one of the towels from the wall-mounted shelf, and moaned a little at the softness as she pressed it to her skin.

“Save some of that for me.”

Alessa rolled her eyes and continued quick-drying herself. “They’re your towels. Content yourself with that.”

“I’m burning the set tomorrow.” He waited out her exaggerated look of horror, grinned, and added, “Or you could move in, and they could become our towels.”

Her heart just about rolled over and she averted her gaze. “Sure, wise-guy.” Maybe she should consider taking her forced vacation somewhere else, if she was already feeling so attached to this man. But the mere idea felt like a betrayal to herself. She had no clue how to deal with any of it.

So when Rocco pulled her from the ensuite, into his massive bedroom, and laid her on the oversized bed, she didn’t fight. She pushed aside all the conflicting, confusing things that had flickered inside, because they were scary. They were mood killers. And this was not a mood she wanted to kill.

No, she very much wanted to enjoy every second of Rocco Cavallo crawling over her, kissing her at seemingly random intervals, until his tongue was tangled with hers again.

She wanted to enjoy the way he took hold of her hands and pressed them into the mattress, their fingers threaded, high above her head.

She couldn’t not enjoy the feeling of his cock, still hard and ready, sliding back into her depths as if it were a long overdue reunion.

Alessa moaned into the kiss as he bottomed out, then gasped aloud when the kiss broke and he began trailing open-mouthed kisses down her throat.

His hips moved with hers, slowly at first, more rocking than thrusting, until they picked up momentum.

He drove deep inside, and scraped against every sensitive spot when he backed out again, his lips never far from her skin.

Their chests were almost glued together.

Her breasts dragged against his pecs as their bodies moved.

Her legs lifted of their own accord to anchor over his hips, as if he wasn’t close enough.

He wasn’t.

She couldn’t get him close enough.

When he released one hand to wedge his arm beneath her, holding her body tighter to his, it was marvelous. But it still wasn’t enough. So she latched her freed hand over his shoulder and her nails dug into his skin.

She was begging again. Some distant part of her brain registered that her mouth kept repeating some form of a plea—she couldn’t seem to stop herself where he was concerned. She certainly couldn’t be bothered to care.

Then he finally came, his cock kicking inside her as the roar of his release filled the air. She could feel everything. And she wanted so badly to come with him.

Rocco lowered over her once more, breathing hard.

His pounding thrusts reduced back down to deep, grinding rocking movements of his hips.

He’d come, but he hadn’t softened yet. He brought his lips to her ear, and his words washed over her soul.

“You’ve been such a good girl. I won’t draw this one out.

Put your hands on me, and this time, when you feel it, let it happen. This time, we come together.”