The Billionaire's Whispers Of Pleasure

Chapter 20

I bring my hand up to his bare face and feel it against the back of my hand. I want to open my eyes and see his face, but his voice has power over me, and I'm too weak under his touches to defy him. His bites and kisses go up to my earlobe as he takes the other strap off my shoulder and brushes his solid member across the lower of my back. Roco takes his time. He's way gentler this time and calmer.

“I'll put a blindfold on your eyes,” he informs, and I just bite my lower lip in response. He takes his hands off me, and a second later, I feel the fabric on my eyes, darkening my vision, before he ties it behind me.

I let out a gasp when he suddenly carries me in his arms. When he lets go of me, he instructs, “Bend over, hands on the bed.”

Bending over, I set my palms on the bed, looking over my shoulder as I anticipate what he's going to do next. Rocco pulls the blindfold at the back, leaning my head up, his other hand pulling my dress up, gone is the gentleness he was showing earlier. Rocco steps closer to my s*x so that I can feel his hardness. My s*x quickly pulsates underneath my wet underwear at the feeling of his steel member concealed in his pants. He releases the blindfold before he takes my underwear to the side and places his fingers flat on the folds before rubbing them in a circular motion. I move my hips to match his pace, and a stifled moan escapes my lips.

Kneeling down, he holds my hips, and my hair stands on end as his tongue runs across my s*x before he sucks on it, burying his face. I almost fall down on my face as my hands lose their strength from the way his tongue does its job: it's sucking out my energy and my ability to think straight. Looking up, my eyes in the back of my head when his teeth bite my c******s, sending me into ecstasy and madness. He doesn't stop there. He parts my folds with his fingers, spits on them before licking them with his tongue, and my legs start to shake at his unmerciful doing.

Before long, he stands on his feet and orders, “Sit on the edge of the bed.”

Swallowing, I follow his order and wait for what he's going to say next.

“Remove my belt,” he says, standing in front of me. I place my hand on his member, and I feel it move beneath me, rock-solid and begging me to grant it freedom. My hand flat across his pants, I move it teasingly upward before I manage to remove his belt. His belt falls onto the floor with a thud.

“Now, stand up and head to the back of the door.”

Confused, I stand up and slowly make my way to the door where I remember it to be, my hands feeling my way in the darkness. I can feel him following me behind.

“Stop,” he says.

I halt my steps just in time when my hands touch the back of the door.

“Place your hands above your head on the door.”

I step closer until there's no space between the door and raise my hands above my head.

“I'll let everyone outside hear you scream as I fill your hole, valeria,” he announces before he snakes his arm around my stomach; his other hand parts my legs and enters two fingers in my crack. Without warning, he positions himself before he pounds deep into me, my body pressing flat against the door as the door shakes along with me under his successive attacks. I gasp for air as Rocco doesn't show signs of slowing down. His mouth spreads kisses on my spine.

Not long after, I announce, “I'm going to come.” When I thought Rocco would slow down, he picked up speed even more. When I'm about to come, he pulls out of me, kneels down, buries his head in my s*x, and empties my release, and I cry out in utter pleasure, my hand reaching for his head and pressing it even more. When he's done, he carries me back to the bed and throws me on my back. Lying beside me, he moves my body onto my side, my back facing him, before he holds my leg up and fills into me once again, fast and deep, until he comes inside me.

He lets go of my leg, wraps an arm around my body, and pulls me into him. He hasn't pulled his member out of me, and I love it to stay there. It's still hard, but I can feel it soften up slowly. Rocco never stayed once he came, but today he doesn't seem to have a plan to leave, and he even wrapped an arm around me. I'm fighting not to fall asleep. My eyes feel heavy, and Rocco hugging me from behind doesn't help.

Before my body gives in to sleep, I hear Rocco mutter, “I failed, Valeria. I'm sorry.”

When I wake up later, Rocco has long left, but I have a feeling that he stayed longer than he usually did. I don't know what that means. Just like the last time, I wake up without the blindfold. Removing the duvet off my body, I grimace as my s*x reminds me of how hard Rocco pounded into me. I try to remember what he told me before I fell asleep, but to no avail. I fix myself before I leave the room and head to Nail's office. I left my phone in his office. Knocking at the door, I wait for a few seconds before Nail opens it. And when he sees it's me, he opens the door wide and gestures for me to enter.

“What time is it?” I ask as I plop down on the sofa.

Nail hands me my phone before responding, “It's eight in the morning. You want some?” he offers the box of pizza, and my stomach immediately growls at the sight. I take the box of pizza and take a slice before I place it beside me.

Nail sits beside me and asks, “Do you want this, Valeria?”

Taking a bite from the pizza, I look at him, confused, “What do you mean?”

He settles his arms over the back of the sofa. He doesn't respond for a moment, as if he's thinking of how he can rephrase his question better.

“Is this the life that you want?”

I take my eyes off of him and smile. “I thought you knew me, Nail.”

“I've been thinking the same about my life. I'm just curious, Val,” he responds, his eyes trained ahead, contemplating.

“I don't know, Nail. I'm content, but I'm not sure if this is the life I want. When my parents died, everything became unclear to me,” I mutter.

“Why don't we escape together? Move to another country and build a new life. And we can create a family together,” Nail suggests, and I'm not entirely sure if he's serious or not.

“You have a wonderful life. You have the bar, and you make a lot of money,” I state, reminding him.

“That's true. But it's not the life I wanted for myself when I was a child. I wanted to teach at a university and have a family. Just a simple life.”

Nail looks at me, places a hand on mine, and continues, “I regretted what I did yesterday, Val. But I really like you. We can start over together.”

I take my hand from his. “I appreciate you, Nail, and how you feel about me, but I don't feel the same way about you, and you know my situation and my contract with the man. You deserve better.”

Clearing my throat, I stand from the sofa and say, “I need to go.”

I slip out of the room, but I knit my brows when my eyes spot Jessica and Nick entering the storage room. Jessica doesn't seem to be struggling. If anything, she looks willing as she follows Nick inside. I continue my way out of the bar, and I will myself to stop thinking about what I just saw. I knew Jessica had feelings for Nick, and I'm apprehensive that Nick is just using her.

In the car, I pick up the small piece of paper glued to the steering wheel and read what's written on it: Take care. I place it in the compartment and tell myself not to dwell on it. I turn on my phone and check if I have messages, but my brows raise to my forehead in surprise when I see a notification that says I received another five hundred thousand in my bank account. I don't think Rocco should be sending me this money unless he breached the contract again. He has given me a lot more than what we agreed on.

I text Rocco's number asking about what the money is for, and when he doesn't respond, I dial the number, but it goes straight to a voicemail, telling me that the number is no longer in use.

I frown. Did he change his number?

I turn the key in the ignition. The car roaring to life, I pull out to the highway, and minutes later, I arrive at the apartment. I dropped by a drive-thru on the way as I'm not in the mood to cook, and it bothers me that I cannot contact Rocco anymore. I only texted him once, but I'm sure I was not invading his privacy. I did go to his place, but that's because he allowed me to. And he would not have sent me the location if he didn't want me to go there.

I take a quick shower. After I finish, I don't bother to put on anything, and I eat what I bought earlier in the kitchen. My birthday suddenly pops into my head. I will be turning twenty-one in two weeks, and for some unknown reason, my heart thumps fast in my chest. My birthday is the same as when my parents died.