Rocco's Atonement

“You aren’t going to give her time? Freedom? You’re going to push her into a relationship when she is probably so naive to what you want? She isn’t some one-night stand. She’s an everything girl.”

I try to remember he’s just being protective of her.

“She is my everything.” I lean forward so I don’t have to raise my voice. “I want it all with her. I won’t allow any more time apart from her than is necessary. I’ll take it as slow as she wants, but I’m not backing down again.”

“Rocco?” I hear her voice and my body relaxes. She moves up behind me and slides her hand down my back, calming me more. I back away from where I was leaning in his face. He looks between us, and I wrap my arm around her. “Geoffrey, you and I have talked about Rocco, and I know you are just trying to protect me, but I’ve lived a sheltered life enough. I want to be with him.” She pauses and looks up at me. “Wherever that leads.” She turns back to him. “No matter what.”

Geoffrey stands there for a moment before he lets the door close between us.

I turn her and push her against the closest wall, crowding her body with mine.

“Spend the weekend with me. Let me take you out and show you that you made the right choice.”

She smiles up at me. “Is that a question? Are you asking me out?”

“No, it’s an order.” I grin down at her before I take her already kiss-swollen lips again. I can’t get enough of her. I push my hard cock against her so she can feel what she does to me. She whimpers and pulls away.

“I’m a virgin.” Her voice trembles and is breathless.

“I figured, sweetheart. I don’t want to rush you. We’ll take our time. Let me date you.”

“Yes, please. Kenzie and Rylee are coming over tomorrow to help me find a dress.”

“I’ll pick you up at two. Okay?”

Her brows scrunch and her lips pinch. “Are you going to go sleep in your car again?”

“No, I’ll crash on your sofa. I worry about you, but it’s more than that. I want to be near you too.”

“I’ll show you to the guest room.” She pulls away and takes my hand, then she leads me through a door and down the hallway past the kitchen. She stops at a doorway on the right, there’s another door facing us on the left.

“That is my room.” She points to the door on the left. “This one”—she returns the focus to the door in front of us—“has a private bath, and I just had this room furnished.” She opens the door, and we move into a room with a queen-size bed. There are two walls of windows and doors that lead out to the large veranda.

I take in the bed and immediately have to look away because the images of our bodies rolling around naked on it flashes through my mind. I turn from her and discreetly adjust my cock that is demanding to break free and take her virginity.

“Um, let me run down to the garage and grab my gym bag so I have clothes. In the morning I’ll head to my apartment to shower and change. I might grab some extra clothes too.”

“Please do. I’m going to change into something comfortable. Let me grab you a keycard to get back in.”

She moves out of the room, and I follow her. She heads back through the penthouse and through the foyer to the open hallway across from the one we just emerged from. I follow her past more doorways and finally into a room with bookshelves that are mostly empty. In the room sits a desk and there are large glass double doors leading to another private veranda.

“This is my office.” She opens a desk drawer and pulls out a card. “I’m still working on decorating it. I want to go through my parents’ things to see what I want to add in here. But here is a card for you. I’ll program it into the system.” She waves her hand to the computer. “I’m still learning how to use it.” She chuckles softly, but I can tell it’s forced. I move into her, pushing her ass into the desk.

I lift her up onto its mostly bare surface and push into her. Her skirt rises, showing me her milky thighs, and I have the urge to mark them with my scruff and teeth. Mark her so others know she is mine.

“Don’t do that, Ever. Don’t knock yourself down. Too many people have done that to you for too long. It’s time for you to shine. I’ve read your words. You are smarter and more talented than any of them in your little finger.” I pick up her hand and kiss the tip of her pinky finger. I can’t stop myself from sucking it between my lips and nipping it softly. Her mouth pops open as she sighs. My other hand weaves into her hair at the back of her neck and I pull her toward me. I press the hand I was just kissing to my chest. “Feel my heart, sweetheart. You do that to me.” I take her lips again, forcing my tongue in to slide against hers. She’s panting and writhing across the desk, and I bet if I put my hand on her pussy, she would be wet for me. But I don’t. I pull away.

“I better go get my things before I take this too far right here on your desk.”

She nods; her eyes are glassed over with desire. I look down her body to see her nipples are erect under her dress. She’s clenching her thighs as she tries to relieve the desire I’ve ignited in her. I turn away and walk out of the room before I push her too far.

I return as fast as I can, praying the cool May night air controlled my libido some. But it was all for naught when I walk down the hall toward the room she gave me. I peek into the kitchen and find my girl is reaching for something over her head. She’s no longer in her dress but now in a pair of tiny cotton shorts that barely cover her rounded ass. Her top has spaghetti straps and isn’t long enough to cover her completely. It’s more of a skimpy half shirt.

“Motherfucker,” I groan, and she squeaks as she startles and turns to look at me.

I can’t stay away any longer. I drop my bag and stalk after her. She doesn’t back up, but her eyes flare wide as she bites her bottom lip. The lip I intend to bite and suck. I move around the island in the middle of the kitchen, and when I’m standing over her, she is so tiny compared to me. But I can’t stop myself. I grab her waist and hoist her up onto the marble surface of the island. She gasps, and I watch her nipples pucker under the cotton of her tank top. I force my way between her legs and grip her shirt. I pull it up her body and over her head. I drop it onto the counter and take her in. Her full C cup breasts sit proud and move with each intake of her breath. Her tawny pink nipples are turgid. I lean down and suck one into my mouth. I haven’t said a word to her because I can’t move words past my tight throat.

I need to taste her.

Mark her.

I won’t take her yet, but I’m going to show her who she belongs to. I pinch her other nipple as I push her back onto the counter, then I move to that nipple. Kissing between her breasts. Sucking the skin in gently to mark it. Her back arches off the counter as her hands thread through my hair. She’s pulling me in tight to her, not away from her. I can practically smell her desire.

I pull up and look down at her.

“I need a taste of you, Ever. Please tell me I can,” I beg. She nods and I grip the edge of her shorts, pulling them down her body and tossing them with her top. I wedge myself between her creamy thighs and spread them open. My hands brush the inside of them when I feel something. I focus on it and see small circular scars on the inside of her thighs. My desire abandons me in an instant.

“Ever,” I groan as I realize what the scars are from. There are some small and some bigger. She comes out of her fog and focuses on where I’m looking. Her legs immediately try to close, but I keep them open.