Binding Rose: A Dark Mafia Romance(50)

“Are you sure?” He cocks a brow. “Because in that outfit, that’s the only quality time together as husband and wife I’m interested in right now.”

And to drive the point home, he removes one hand from beneath his head and hides it underneath his Armani briefs. I swallow dryly as I watch him stroke his cock, up and down, ever so slowly.

“Since you’ve changed your mind, does that mean you still want to learn?” His smooth velvety voice makes my lower belly coil in desire.

I nod, licking my suddenly chapped lips.

“Good. Come here.”

I take a step towards the bed, his eyes fixed on me while he strokes his cock in his hand.

“Get on your knees on the bed.”

My pulse quickens with every order, threatening my heart to explode inside my chest at any given moment, but still, I do as he commands and place my knees on the edge of his bed.

“Good girl.”

“Don’t patronize me,” I try to snap back, but my words hold very little heat behind them.

“You don’t like to be called a good girl?” he teases.

“I’m twenty-seven years old. I haven’t been a girl for quite some time.”

“True. But how many twenty-seven-year-olds do you know that still have their hymen intact? Your virginity doesn’t help your argument, now does it?”

The frown that springs forth on my face is immediate.

As if it’s my fault I held on to my virginity for this long.

Like he didn’t have a hand in my forced celibacy when he swore to uphold the treaty.

It was because of him, and men like him, that I spent most of my adult life unable to have friends, much less a boyfriend who was brave enough to touch me. Since the ripe old age of seventeen, everyone knew I was engaged to the notorious Tiernan Kelly, and because of it, my father made sure that any man with a working penis, who even dared to be within arm’s reach of me, needed to hold the last name Hernandez. I don’t know about Tiernan’s sexual past, but I doubt any of his lovers included family members. And if I was to lose my virginity before my wedding day, then that was the pool of men I had at my disposal. Having sex with a cousin, even if twice removed, felt too much like incest for me. I preferred being a virgin to the alternative.

“Just spare me the good girl commentary.”

“Does this mean I shouldn’t expect you to call me Daddy either?” he taunts with a low chuckle.

The man is having fun at my expense while blatantly jerking off in front of me.

God, he’s infuriating.

I would tell him as much if I wasn’t so fascinated by how his cock just seems to grow larger and thicker with each stroke.

“Come closer,” he commands when he sees how transfixed I am by what he’s doing.

I inch closer to him, until my knees hit his bare feet.

“Closer. Put your knees on either side of me,” he instructs, his voice once again sinfully throaty.

Again I do as he says, until my ass is seated on his knees. He pulls his hand out of his boxers and returns it to behind his head.

“Take it out.”

“And by it, you mean—” I point to his bulging shaft.

“My cock, Rosa. Or is there a more sophisticated way to say cock where you come from?”

“Dick,” I mumble more as an insult to him than the name I’m comfortable with to describe his privates.

“Dick will do.” He chuckles. “Just quit stalling and take it out.”

I bite my bottom lip, my gaze falling from his face back to his member. Tiernan lets out a groan, his cock bobbing under the thin black material of his bedsheet.

“How did it do that? You didn’t even touch it,” I ask curiously, honestly amazed that a body part could have a mind of its own and move whenever it felt like it.

He lets out another low chuckle, and it’s the first time I register that he looks relaxed. He doesn’t have that permanent scowl on his face that he persists on keeping anytime he’s with me. He looks boyish somehow. If I squint my eyes just a little bit, he almost looks like his brother, Shay.

Carefree and playful.

“What’s so funny?” I ask, not as nervous as I was a minute ago.

“You. You’re the one that’s funny.”

“Because I don’t know how a man’s anatomy works?”

“Because you are a grown-ass woman, yet you are acting like a child at Christmas, looking at my cock like it’s a toy she desperately wants to play with but doesn’t know how.”

His statement isn’t too far from the truth, I’ll give him that.

“Are you going to tell me or not? How can it bob like that all on its own?”

“You want to see how?”

I nod.

“Bite your lip again,” he orders.

My forehead creases in puzzlement, but I do as he says and bite my lip.

This time instead of him groaning, he mutters the word fuck just as his cock bobs again.

“See? Magic,” he teases, melting further into his mattress.

“Does that happen every time a woman bites her lower lip around you?”

He shakes his head.

“It’s a pesky little habit that only started since you came into my life.”

I don’t know why that provokes butterflies to flap their wings and fly frantically in my stomach, but it does. With the warmth his words bring me, I bite my lip again as I pull his boxers down enough to free his cock. My ass falls back on his legs as I stare at the monstrosity lying in between them.