Chapter Eighteen

Rose Alexandria Sinclair;

I was tidying Frederico’s room when the memories of that night hit me like a freight train, vivid and impossible to push away.

That arrogant bastard—he’d pushed me to my limits, made me finger myself while he watched, only to have me beg for his cock. And when he finally gave in, it was rough, consuming, leaving me trembling long after it was over.

I was so lost in thought that I didn’t even hear the door open.

“What’s taking you so long?”

His deep, authoritative voice made me jump, the sheet slipping from my hands. I spun around to find Frederico leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, his sharp gaze fixed on me.

“Are you always this distracted while you work?” he asked, his tone cool but edged with something darker, something knowing.

I swallowed hard, my face flushing as I fumbled for a response, but before I could say anything, his smirk deepened.

“Let me guess,” he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous low. “Still thinking about last night?”

“No, why would I?” I snapped, throwing the question at him, though my voice wavered slightly. Frederico didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he scoffed, stepping further into the room with that maddening confidence, his eyes locking on me like he could see straight through every lie.

“I can smell your wet pussy, Rose,” he said bluntly, his deep voice sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. “It’s so obvious. You’re a slut—you know that, right?”

My breath hitched, my fingers tightening on the edge of the sheet I was holding. Heat crept up my neck, mortifying and undeniable. How could he say something so shamelessly? And worse—why did his words stir something in me I didn’t want to admit?

“I did what I did yesterday because of the money… I’m not—” I started, my voice shaky, trying desperately to salvage some shred of dignity.

“Ah, don’t even try to finish that,” Frederico cut me off, his voice dark and commanding. His smirk deepened as he closed the distance between us, each step stealing the air from my lungs. “You’re a slut. My pretty slut.”

I took a step back instinctively, my heart pounding as he towered over me. The room felt smaller, hotter, with him so close.

“Now get on the bed,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Spread those legs and let me eat you.”

“W-what?” The word stumbled out of me, barely a whisper, my lips trembling.

He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear, his voice low and filled with wicked intent. “Let me taste you, Rose. I want you to come in my mouth.”

My knees threatened to give out as my body betrayed me completely, warmth pooling low in my stomach even as my mind screamed at me to push him away.

My breath hitched, my chest rising and falling rapidly as his words washed over me. His eyes were locked on mine, daring me to resist, but my resolve crumbled under the intensity of his gaze.

Slowly, like I was moving through water, I stepped back toward the bed. My fingers trembled as I reached behind me, unzipping my dress and letting it slide down my body, pooling at my feet. Standing there in nothing but my lace panties, I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, but I could feel his eyes roaming over every inch of me.

“Good girl,” Frederico murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver racing down my spine.

I climbed onto the bed, my knees sinking into the mattress as I lay back, my legs pressed tightly together out of reflex. But Frederico wasn’t having that. He grabbed my ankles gently but firmly, spreading my legs wide as he knelt between them, his gaze dark and ravenous.

“Beautiful,” he muttered, almost to himself, before leaning in.

The first touch of his lips against the inside of my thigh sent a jolt of electricity through me. I gasped, my back arching slightly off the bed. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as his mouth moved higher, each kiss slow, deliberate, and maddeningly soft.

“F-Frederico,” I whimpered, my voice breaking as his breath brushed over the damp fabric of my panties.

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against my skin. “So responsive,” he teased, hooking his fingers into the waistband and sliding them down, baring me completely.

The moment his tongue touched me, I couldn’t stop the moan that spilled from my lips, raw and needy. My hands instinctively flew to his hair, tangling in the strands as his mouth worked me over with skilled precision.

“Oh, God,” I gasped, my thighs trembling as he alternated between soft, teasing licks and deep, demanding strokes. Every nerve in my body felt alive, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in my core.

“Keep moaning for me, Rose,” he muttered against me, his voice muffled but no less commanding.

I couldn’t stop if I tried. The sounds spilling from my lips were desperate, needy, my body entirely at his mercy. And when his fingers joined his mouth, stroking and curling inside me, I shattered, crying out his name.

“Ah… Mm… yes…” I moaned, my breath hitching as his fingers slid deeper into me. I couldn't even register how many, but each movement felt like a slow burn, building a fire that was impossible to extinguish. His other hand gripped my right breast, his thumb brushing over the sensitive flesh.

“Please, Frederico… I need you…” I begged, the growing ache inside me undeniable. The sensation of his touch, his dominance, was overwhelming. I couldn’t think—couldn’t focus on anything but the heat and the tension building between us.

Smack

The sound of his hand connecting with my skin sent a shock through my body, making me gasp. The way he held me, so possessive, his mouth teasing my skin, was both maddening and intoxicating. His lips found their way to my breast, and I couldn't help but arch into him, desperate for more. His tongue flicked over my nipple, the feeling sending waves of pleasure coursing through me, pulling me higher and higher.

I bit my lower lip, the sensations overwhelming, each touch and kiss sending me further away from reality. Everything but him, everything but the feel of his hands and lips on my body, disappeared.

“Yes! Yes! Frederico…kiss me…” I whispered, my voice breathless, wanting more, needing more. The moment his lips captured mine, the world seemed to stop, the only thing that existed was us—our bodies, our desire, and the fire that was growing inside me, burning hotter with each passing second.