wrist,” she says.
Seeing my mother’s diamonds on her wrist does something to me and I snap. I loose all fucking sense of control and instead of telling her why I want her to wear the bracelet or how much it means to me, I grab her face and slam my mouth against hers. Pulling her onto my lap, I let my hands travel down her sides and around her body. My tongue slides inside her mouth and I cup her ass in the palms of my hands.
I was surrounded by women all fucking night and with the snap of my fingers, I could have any one of them. But none of them held a candle to Violet. I wanted her, plain and simple.
A moan slips from the back of her throat as she threads her fingers through my hair and returns the kiss. Sucking on my tongue and nibbling on my lips.
On the streets I’m on the path to power, but in the back seat of this car, I’m powerless. Violet is the one calling all the shots and I’m okay with that. I’m fucking thankful for the reprieve. In the back seat of this car there is no pressure to be something I’m not.
I feel every stroke of her tongue in my dick and it takes every ounce of self-control for me not to pull her pants down and bury myself inside that sweet little cunt of hers.
“Keep grinding on me like that and I’m going to fuck you right here,” I growl against her lips. She pulls the ends of my hair and bends her head, taking my lower lip between her teeth.
“You wouldn’t.”
It sounds like a dare, but a weak one at best. I may have been pushing Violet aside and doing my best to feign indifference to her advances, but I never blatantly denied wanting her.
“You had the chance to do that in Miami, remember?”
She stops to lick my lips, and I drag my fingers through her hair, twisting the long locks around my fist as I yank and angle her head. My mouth covers hers and my tongue slides in, lapping around all that fucking sweetness, wishing it was her pussy.
God, picture that.
Violet’s legs wrapped around my head, my tongue sliding in out of that delicious cunt, flicking her clit until she comes. I’d fucking lick every last drop.
Her fingers leave my hair, and she slides her hands under my jacket, gripping my shoulders as she rides me. Bruno, my driver, clears his throat from the front of the car, and I tear my mouth from hers, but she doesn’t relent. She keeps at me, swirling her hips as she rests her chin on my shoulder. Turning her head, her breath brushes my ear.
“He can watch,” she taunts.
“The fuck he can,” I growl, slicing my gaze to the rearview mirror. Bruno eyes move from Violet’s ass to mine and I glare at him. “Keep your eyes in front of you and take me back to my fucking hotel.”
“Yes, sir.”
Bruno peels away from the curb and Violet’s body presses into mine. I grab her hair and jerk her head so that her eyes meet mine.
“Last chance to run, Bug, and trust me, after what went down tonight, you should.”
“What went down tonight?”
I bite the inside of my cheek and shake my head.
Slip of the tongue.
“Last chance,” I repeat.
She studies me for a moment before yanking my tie, pulling me closer.
“Gonna say it one more time, Rocco, I’m not scared of you. Now, make sure I’m back before sunrise. I have to dance tomorrow, and I prefer to do it without your cum dripping down my thighs.”
Christ.
“Then it’s a good thing I plan on having it drip down your throat.”
How’s that for honesty?
Are you scared now?
Chapter 16
Rocco Spinelli
We barely enter my hotel room before I lift her into my arms and press her back against the door. Her legs wrap around my waist and she pulls my mouth back to hers. In a frenzy to claim one another, our tongues clash and our teeth clang. Both of us are desperate for control, and we make a show of it by nipping and sucking at each other. My teeth brush her lips and her fingers curl into the ends of my hair, holding me in place as I assault her mouth.
It’s ruthless.
Unapologetic.
Fucking combustible.
But I’m not surprised, I knew Violet and I would set the world on fire. I knew it the first time I kissed her. Here’s a