Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“Reid is the best,” Crystal said, and I believed her with how she was clinging onto him, but then she looked at Rocco, and I got mad all over again.
I focused on Nico and Mattia, who talked about cars and engines. I rewound the conversation. She’d said Rocco wasn’t jealous, which was odd. He was jealous earlier when I was pretending I’d hook up with Mattia. I would never have done it, but I wanted a reaction out of him, and even though his composure remained completely stoic, his texts and burning eyes told another story.
“He’s fucking hot,” Tammy said. I was beginning to hate her.
“He’s emotionally unavailable.” Crystal clicked her tongue against her teeth.
“You’re just saying that because you tried everything to get a rise out of him and never got one.” Tammy laughed.
Crystal sounded like she didn’t care, but even though she was holding onto Reid’s arm, she was eyefucking Rocco. I decided I’d had enough of this party and this crowd. I’d be long gone in two weeks and never have to see most of these people again. I grabbed my phone and started walking. I thought it would be fun to mess around and make Rocco jealous, and it was, but not at the cost of me losing my mind in the process. The logical part of me screamed that I should stop the madness, that it was best if I didn’t give my virginity to Rocco or anyone else but Adriano. That idea repulsed the other part of me. It didn’t matter. I was done. If I felt this way and Rocco hadn’t even kissed my lips, imagine how I’d feel if he slept with me. I’d have to endure years of jealousy and longing while I stood by a man I’d never love. And Rocco would move on because that was what men like him did.
I kissed Rosie goodbye and told her I was exhausted, then said bye to everyone else and snuck out the side door that led to my brother’s house. A little garden sat between the houses. I’d only seen it during the day, but at night it was breathtaking. They’d strung little lights throughout. It almost felt like a fairytale. I startled at the loud slamming of the gate behind me and increased my speed. I hoped Dominic hadn’t told Nico or Mattia to escort me back. Dominic’s overprotectiveness was the only reason Dad let me stay here without his security. I heard movement behind me but kept going. I was near Dominic's gate when an arm grabbed me from behind, and a hand covered my mouth. Instinctively, my body tightened in readiness to fight or flee. I was ready to struggle against the person's grip until I heard his rough voice.
“Not a sound, Principessa,” Rocco said near my ear. My heart was still pounding wildly, but I sagged against him. He let go of my mouth but kept his hand on my stomach to keep me from moving.
“You scared me.” I elbowed him twice. Hard. He didn’t even make a sound.
“Why? Were you expecting Nico?” he asked, dropping his voice in a way that made my entire body shiver. “Or Mattia?”
“Were you expecting Crystal?” I spat out. “Or Yari?”
“Hm.” The sound vibrated through me as he bit my earlobe. I shut my eyes hard. “Is the Principessa jealous?”
“No.”
“No?” He chuckled, another sound that vibrated through me. “It sounds like you might be.”
“Are you jealous?” I countered. “You didn’t want me going home with any of them either.”
“What if I am?” He growled. It sent a shiver through my body. I was about to speak again when his hand moved down, and he started unbuttoning my jeans. He slipped his hand into my underwear as he bit my earlobe, and my legs started to tremble. “Shh.”
I inhaled sharply as his hand brushed against my mound. He murmured something, his voice low and husky as he said he approved of my “freshly waxed pussy.” I was so entranced by the moment that I forgot to breathe as he delicately explored my folds.
“Oh, my god.” I gasped as he pushed his fingers into me. My breathing was ragged as his hand moved. His thumb rubbed my clit as he thrust the others in and out of my opening. It felt like his fingers were everywhere as he touched my pressure points.
“Fuck. You’re so wet, Principessa,” he murmured against me.
“Rocco. Please.” I arched my back, wanting more. Needing more.
“Hmmm, that’s right. This is where you beg.” His lips brushed against the back of my neck as he removed his fingers and began to massage me up and down, my breath hitching each time he brushed against my clit. I only took five exhales before pleasure shot throughout my body. I sank back against his chest, breathing like I’d just run a mile. He took his hands away from my jeans, refastened them, and then smacked my butt hard. “Go to your bedroom.”