Series: The Rossi Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
He’s chaos, and I’m just a girl falling helplessly in love.
“Just remember, you asked for this,” he grunts, his fists clenched into the sheets beside my head.
I go to say something, anything, but the words never come. Before I can even take my next breath, he’s pushing inside me, filling me with one hard thrust.
The pain is blinding, searing me to the bone. My hands fly up to grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh as I cry out in pain. Feeling impossibly full, I try to breathe through the pain and adjust to his size. Tears spring from my eyes and slide down my cheeks.
Hero stills for a moment before he starts moving again in slow, deeply penetrating motions.
“Hero,” I whimper.
“Shhh…it’s okay.” His lips find mine once more in an all-consuming kiss. A kiss that tells me more than he ever could say out loud. He might have tried to scare me off with his words, but he can’t hide behind this kiss.
He bares his soul to me—and I give him mine in return.
With my mind occupied and my body wound tightly with need, the pain between my legs lessens, each stroke bringing more pleasure.
My hands roam free over Hero’s back, shoulders, and arms. I want to touch all of him, feel every inch of his body, map him out, memorize him. Moving on top of me, he snatches my healthy wrist and pins it next to my head.
He’s gentler with the other side, putting his arm across my elbow to keep my hand from touching him the way I want to. With me immobilized beneath him, he starts moving faster, more viciously. His hips thrust upward, driving into me over and over again, moving me against the sheets.
“You happy now?” Hero pants directly in my ear. “You happy I’m fucking you?” His voice is raw and full of emotion. “You like me deep inside you?”
“Yes…” I’m able to get out in between moans and the slaps of his flesh against mine.
Upon my words, Hero picks up speed, pounding into me over and over again. This time, he twists his hips, sending little rivulets of pleasure straight to my clit.
I can’t feel anything but the way he makes my body sing as he pushes me higher and higher. When I finally reach that mountain top, the orgasm hits me so hard, I see stars. I’ve never felt anything so intense. My entire body spasms and releases, waves of pleasure washing over me, leaving me stranded on a cloud floating into the sky.
But Hero doesn’t stop. He grunts and keeps pumping into me, dragging out the aftershock of the orgasm.
Suddenly, he sits up and pulls out of me, and I nearly cry out at the loss of him. I’m mesmerized as he takes his hard length into his fist and begins jerking himself off violently. Instantly, I’m reminded of the time I did it for him. My gaze trails up his perfectly sculpted body as I watch him intently through hooded eyes.
His own eyes are closed, nostrils flared, and a sheen of sweat covers his handsome face. His head falls back while his body jerks with a loud groan. Seconds later, his hot cum lands against my lower belly. And it feels like he is marking me, claiming me.
He keeps pumping himself until he empties every drop onto my skin. He stares down at it like he’s deep in thought for a moment, then he gets off the bed without making eye contact.
With my brain still flushed with endorphins and my bones having liquefied under my skin, I do the only thing I am able to right now: I lie here.
Hero disappears into the bathroom, and I hear the water running, then he reappears holding a washcloth. Stopping in front of the bed, he kneels between my legs and cleans me.
My entire body is sensitive, and I shiver at the contact of the scratchy wash cloth against my flesh. When he pulls it away, I see a smear of red. He doesn’t lift his gaze to mine. Instead, he gently wipes away his sticky release from my belly.
My stomach twists into knots as I realize I’ve done exactly what my parents never wanted me to do. I’d broken the most sacred rule in my family’s home.
Sex before marriage. And worse yet: without a condom.
I feel stupid and used.
“You’re going to be a little sore for a while. If I were you, I wouldn’t go around campus fucking any other guys right away. Give it a couple days or you might regret it.”
His words hit me like a ton of bricks. They’re menacing, cold, and don’t fit his caring actions.
“We didn’t use a condom,” I blurt out, and my cheeks heat when I see Hero’s gaze. There’s a smug look on his face. I’m not sure if he means it or is doing it to be an asshole.