\[Denali’s POV\]
The feel of a tongue rubbing against my clit while a finger works me, rouses me from my blissful slumber. It seems that everything Rosco and I did the night before just wasn’t quite enough. Would this become a regular occurrence? Honestly, I wasn’t too opposed to it, especially when he was so damn good at pleasuring me.
“Mmmm,” I moan, spreading my legs wider so that Rosco has better access. “So early?”
“It’s never too early.”
Whimpering, I begin to move my hips along with his tongue and fingers that are moving just right inside of me until I feel an orgasm building, but before I can go crashing into ecstasy, the door of our room opens and Nadia’s wide eyes come to rest on me.
“What?” She hisses, dropping the platter of food she carries to the ground. “What the hell are you doing?”
At her words, a low growl of annoyance escapes Rosco before he is climbing up from beneath the comforter where he is hidden so he can fix his rage-filled gaze on the shocked woman standing at our doorway.
“I think I should be asking you that question!” He snarls, not bothering to keep his aura in check. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, coming into our room as you please?”
“I came to bring you breakfast,” she snaps, keeping her narrowed gaze fixed on me. “I figured you may be hungry after such an eventful night.”
Remaining silent, I observe the scene unfolding in front of me. Even though I knew that Nadia and Rosco had a past, seeing just how not over Rosco Nadia was left me feeling possessive and jealous.
“So you thought that was a good reason to get a key to my room and come barging in?” Rosco snaps. “I think I’ve said this before, that I don’t want you around me.”
Flinching, I actually feel a flare of pity for the woman, who is clearly a rival. Rosco wasn’t sparing her at all, and even though I knew that it was necessary to get her to leave him alone, I still felt bad that she was being made a fool of.
Tearing my gaze from Nadia, I look to Rosco, taking in his angry gaze and the way his jaw ticks as he fights to keep his temper in check. And in the moment, I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly happened between them to make him hate her so much.
“Are you deaf?” Rosco growls when Nadia remains in place. “Get the hell out of here!”
For a moment, she doesn’t speak as she continues to look from me to Rosco, and when she finally seems to snap out of her jealous daze, she bares her teeth at me before turning on her heel and storming out.
“Wow,” I murmur, continuing to stare at the door. “She really…”
“Has no sense of boundaries,” Rosco finishes for me. “Sorry about that,” he continues. “I’ll speak to Harold about her intrusion and make sure that she doesn’t appear in front of us anymore.”
Nodding, I once again find myself wondering what exactly happened between them in the past, but if I were to ask, would Rosco tell me? I guess there was only one way to find out.
“Before that,” I begin, pushing aside the nerves I feel. “Can I ask something?"
I knew that there was a good chance I was overstepping boundaries, but I knew that if I didn’t know the truth, my mind would come up with worse scenarios than the actual truth of their relationship.
“You want to know about me and Nadia, right?” Rosco chuckles, reading my mind like a damn esper.
“Yeah,” I admit. “It seems like she really cares about you, and you both seemed pretty close last night when you were attempting to make me jealous.”
Goddess, I already sounded like a damn jealous girlfriend, but after being hurt, I didn’t want any secrets between the one I was considering for my future.
“We used to fuck,” he shrugs. “There really isn’t much to tell.”
Used to fuck. Nadia seemed too invested in Rosco for that to be the only thing going on between them, but would he close himself off if I push too hard?
“And there was a time our fathers were considering marrying us off to each other,” he continues, causing my heart to squeeze painfully. “But I refused. In the end, Nadia didn’t like that, so she tried to force me into marrying her by plotting against me.”
“Plot?” I repeat, raising a brow. “How?”
“She drugged me in an attempt to reveal our sexual relationship to everyone so she could play the victim and force me into marrying her.”
Ouch. So this woman really was a scheming bitch. Did that mean that I needed to look over my shoulder for the unforeseeable future? Being Rosco really was troublesome, but then again, if I wasn’t with him, I would have been married off to some other bastard, and things could be much worse.
“Don’t worry,” Rosco says now, seeming to catch onto my spiraling thoughts. “We will be returning home today, and you’ll never have to see Nadia again.”
“Already?” I ask, disappointment flaring. “I was enjoying vacationing.”
Since I grew up as a scorned daughter who was thought of as nothing more than a servant to do the bidding of those around me, I never got to vacation or even enjoy myself. Even if I did have Nadia here trying to interrupt mine and Rosco’s time together, I had to admit I was enjoying our time together exploring the city and relaxing by the pool and the ocean.
“Don’t worry, princess,” Rosco murmurs, running a hand along my cheek and then wrapping it in my hair so he can pull my face closer to his while my heart begins to race. “There are so many places I want to take you.”
As he speaks, he pecks my lips and then begins to roam down my jaw and throat to my still-exposed chest.
“There are also lots of new experiences I want to give you.”
“New experiences?” I repeat as a gasp escapes me from Rosco’s mouth, wrapping around my nipple. “Like…”
“You’ll see,” he chuckles, continuing to trail his lips and tongue down my body until he is once again between my legs.
Moaning, I arch my back while Rosco lifts my legs and places them on his shoulders so he can pick up where he left off when Nadia interrupted.
“Rosco,” I whimper, clawing the sheet be me. “Oh goddess.”
Dammit, he was too good with his tongue and even his fingers, which were now beginning to move in me at the same pace as his tongue, which is skillfully working my clit. It was clear he had plenty of experience, and even though that should have bothered me, I couldn’t help but be thankful to those women before me who left him so damn capable of making me feel so good.
“More,” I moan, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. “Faster.”
Not missing a beat, Rosco’s pace picks up until I’m finally crashing into orgasm, and despite the screams that are erupting from my lips, he continues to attack me until I start to come down from my high.
“My turn,” he growls, untangling my legs from around him and sliding up my body until he is hovering over me. “But if you’re still in pain from last night, I’ll hold off.”
His eyes and face are filled with so much concern in this moment that even if I were still in pain, which I wasn’t, I would want him. Rosco was truly the perfect mix of gentle and dominating. I was most certainly going to get addicted to him and his ways as more time passed.
“I’m fine,” I assure him, reaching down and wrapping a hand around his dick. “Better than fine.”
Keeping my gaze fixed on his, I position him at my soaked entrance to give him the go-ahead to take me. And when he pushes into me and begins to move, the world disappears, and all that exists is him and the overwhelming ecstasy that I’m feeling.