Page 11 of Unworthy Ties

Gabriella

I couldn’t sleep. All I could think about was Rocco, and our night on the boat. The way he had kissed me had been so sincere and full of want; nothing like the man I thought I knew.

The memory of his touch lingered on my skin, a whisper of electricity that made my heart race even now. The lapping of waves against the hull, the stars twinkling above us like a blanket of diamonds, and the way his lips had perfectly slotted into mine.

So, instead of being in bed like a normal person, I was sitting on our sofa, staring into the night sky in hopes it would give me answers.

As I gazed at the stars, the door abruptly opened. My heart leapt as Rocco stepped inside, his eyes immediately finding mine in the dim light. Fuck. I knew it was late, but I hadn’t realized it was that late.

“I…” I started, but stopped as I noticed the state he was in. His knuckles were bruised, and there was a small blood splatter on his pants. “Rocco, what happened?”

Without hesitation, he crossed the room and cupped my face with his hands, pulling me into a kiss that was filled with emotion. Desire coursed through me as Rocco’s lips met mine, urgent and filled with need.

He broke away from the kiss, his gaze holding mine as he ran his thumbs gently over my cheeks and down to my neck. It was clear he was conflicted, but there was also determination there. A fiery passion that made my belly tremble.

“I need you,” he muttered, before crashing his lips against mine once more.

The kiss was a wild dance of tongues and groans that left us both breathless. Rocco picked me up with ease, cradling my body against his as he kicked the door shut behind us. We didn’t care who or what might hear us.

We made our way to our bedroom without breaking contact, our lips still locked in a heated embrace. The sweet smell of blood mixed with his unique scent, making me hunger for more than just his lips.

For a fleeting moment, I wondered if I was insane. Just a few months ago I was in love with his brother. But as his hand tweaked my clothed nipple I gasped, arching into his touch. All thoughts of Felix vanished from my mind as Rocco’s skilled fingers worked their magic.

As we stumbled into the room, Rocco kicked the door shut with his foot and gently set me on my feet.

He laid me down on the bed, his eyes dark with desire as he hovered over me. “You’re so perfect,” he murmured, his voice husky with need. His hands roamed my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I arched into his touch, craving more.

I shivered under his touch, my body aching for more. “Rocco,” I breathed, reaching up to tangle my fingers in his hair. “Please...”

I didn’t know what I was begging for. It was the first time a man had ever touched me like this, and it felt like my body was on fire.

Rocco’s eyes flashed with a primal hunger at my plea. He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. “Tell me what you want, Piccola,” he whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

I whimpered, my body trembling with need. “I... I don’t know,” I confessed, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I’ve never...”

“I know,” he murmured, running his hand through my hair. His touch was soft, reassuring, but I could feel the restrained power in his muscles. “I’ll be gentle.”

He lifted my nightgown over my head, leaving me in nothing but my panties and bra. Rocco’s eyes roamed over my exposed skin, his gaze scorching. As his fingers trailed down my sides, each inch of skin prickled with goosebumps, reacting to the intimate touch.

“You’re beautiful,” Rocco whispered, his voice laced with reverence. He leaned down, pressing warm kisses along the curve of my collarbone, his lips grazing my sensitive skin. My breath hitched in my throat, and I arched my back off the bed.

With a flick of his fingers, he unclasped my bra; the straps sliding down my arms before he tossed it aside.

I watched as his eyes darkened and focused on my bare chest; despite the urge to cover myself up, all I could do was exhale a shaky breath.

His palms cradled my breasts, then his thumbs brushed against my erect nipples.

Rocco groaned, his lips capturing mine as our tongues intertwined, dancing together while we explored each other’s mouths. A moan escaped me as he teased and tantalized my taste buds, igniting a need deep inside that I never knew existed.

Our fervent kisses morphed into deep, hungry moans when Rocco guided one hand from my breast down to the waistband of my panties.

He traced the lace patterns with his fingertips, leaving a trail of shivers down my spine.

“You’re so wet for me,” he rasped against my earlobe, the passion vibrating in his voice.

In one swift movement, he slid off the saturated fabric and tossed it away like a discarded memory.

The cold air briefly seeped in but was soon replaced by the smoldering intensity of Rocco’s gaze.

He cupped me gently; his thumb massaging my clit in small circles that ignited pleasure like fireworks throughout every part of me.

Eyes glazed over, I cried out and arched into his touch. Rocco’s dark hair cascaded in front of his eyes as he leaned down–his lips forming an exquisite path from the crook of my neck to the dip in my collarbone. He bit down delicately, and I gasped.

“Tell me what you feel,” he whispered against my heated skin.

“It feels... incredible,” I moaned, pressing further into his tender grasp. It was a sensation beyond anything I could have ever expected. “Please...”

He complied, easing a finger inside of me—the feeling was foreign yet intensely gratifying as he moved, curling his finger to press against that secret spot that made stars dance before my eyes.

“So tight,” he murmured, inserting another finger.

I couldn’t hold back the cry that escaped me–my hips lifting to meet his touch. Rocco leaned down, took my breast into his mouth, sucking and nipping as he expertly continued to thrust his fingers in and out of me.

The familiar sensation of an approaching orgasm began to build within me–a coiling tension pulsating in my lower abdomen.

Nerves knotted in my stomach, and my face flushed with embarrassment – soon someone would witness the climax of my pleasure for the first time.

Feeling overwhelmed, I squirmed and tried to suppress the surge of satisfaction that threatened to overtake me.

“Let go for me, Piccola,” he urged, desire palpable in every syllable.

And with that permission, I surrendered myself entirely. My body arched off the bed, a guttural moan pouring from me as an intense wave of rapture crashed over me. It felt like bolts of lightning coursing through every vein; each nerve electrified as if charged with energy.

As the wave of rapture subsided, I lay there, panting and trembling. My senses heightened, I could feel my heart racing in my chest, the echoes of pleasure still reverberating through me.

Rocco looked at me with such intensity that my breath caught in my throat. His eyes were dark pools of desire, pupils dilated with need. I felt vulnerable yet exhilarated under his intense scrutiny. His fingers trailed down my sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“You’re beautiful,” Rocco breathed, his voice filled with awe. He leaned down, pressing soft kisses along my collarbone. I gasped at the sensation, my back arching off the bed.

He unclasped my bra with skilled fingers, sliding it off and tossing it aside. His eyes darkened as he took in my newly exposed flesh. I resisted the urge to cover myself, instead letting out a shaky breath as his hands cupped my breasts.

He groaned, his lips finding mine once more as he tweaked my nipple. It was like nothing I could have ever imagined, his tongue dancing with mine as he explored my mouth. A moan escaped me as he teased my taste buds, eliciting a need I didn’t know existed.

Our passionate kisses turned into deep, hungry moans as Rocco slid one hand down to my panties. He traced the lace with his fingertips, sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. “You’re so wet for me,” he murmured against my skin, his voice rough with desire.

In one fluid motion, he pulled my panties off and tossed them aside. I gasped at the sudden cold air, but it was quickly replaced by the heat of his gaze. Rocco cupped me gently, his thumb rubbing over my clit in circles that sent sparks of pleasure through every nerve ending.

I cried out, arching into his touch. Rocco’s dark hair fell in front of his eyes as he leaned down, his lips trailing a path to the crook of my neck and down to my collarbone. He nipped gently, causing me to gasp. “Tell me what you feel,” he whispered against my skin.

“It feels... amazing,” I moaned, arching into his touch. It was better than anything I could have imagined. “Please...”

He slid a finger inside of me, and I gasped at the intrusion. The feeling was foreign yet intensely pleasurable as he began to move, curling his finger to hit a spot that made me see stars.

“So tight,” he murmured, adding a second finger.

I cried out, my hips bucking up to meet his touch. He leaned down, capturing my breast in his mouth, suckling and nipping as he finger-fucked me into oblivion.

The familiar feeling of an orgasm approaching began to build within me. Nerves twisted in my stomach and my face flushed with embarrassment—this would be the first time someone saw me come. I squirmed, trying to hold back the tidal wave of pleasure that was about to crest.

“Let go for me, Piccola,” he urged, his voice husky with desire.

And with that, I let go. My body arched off the bed, a guttural moan escaping me as an intense wave of pleasure crashed over me. It felt like lightning coursing through my veins, every nerve ending tingling with electricity.

In that moment, I knew—there was no going back. I was his. Completely.

In the daze of coming down from my orgasm, I hadn’t even noticed Rocco had stripped his remaining clothing. His dick was flushed, leaking pre, and near begging to be inside of me.

His gaze met mine as he positioned himself at my entrance. “It’s going to hurt.”

“I know,” I whimpered, bracing myself for the inevitable pain.

“Trust me,” he growled before sliding into me smoothly. It was a tight fit, but he was careful, taking it slow until I adjusted to his girth.

Rocco’s eyes locked with mine as he began to thrust slowly, his hand finding its way to my clit again.

He teased me expertly; each thrust sending shivers of pleasure throughout my body.

The feeling was overwhelming—I wrapped my legs around his hips, digging my heels into his lower back for leverage.

It was painful. But with each thrust of his hips it would slowly fade, the pain being replaced by an all-consuming pleasure.

With each thrust, I felt him getting closer, the head of his dick brushing against that sensitive spot inside me again and again. Rocco’s hand never left my clit, teasing and pleasuring me until I couldn’t take anymore. He thrust once more, and I cried out as I came apart beneath him.

Watching this stern man come undone was more beautiful than looking at the most expensive piece of art in the world.

Rocco’s eyes squeezed shut, his jaw clenched, and a deep groan rumbled from his chest as he finally let go.

His hips pounded against mine, his cum filling me up like a promise of forever.

He growled my name, his body trembling as he emptied himself inside of me.

Our breaths came in ragged gasps as we clung to each other, the sweat and sex slicking our skin. Rocco collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving as he pressed gentle kisses along my jawline and neck.

“I want you to know,” he murmured against my skin, “you have always been mine.”

In that moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us entwined in a bond that transcended time and space.