FIERCED 3: Finale of the Stepbrother Raider Romance Series Read Online Free Page B

greeting as far as I'm concerned.”
    The tension in my upper body floods out of me when she makes a joke like that and I know she's okay. Not only okay. I can tell she's excited to see me as much as I am her. It's going to be a good night.
    “Well I took care of that other asshole that hurt you too, baby. I promised no one would ever hurt you and I'm a man of my word.”
    “Baby??  What happened to Principessa ? Have I been demoted?”
    “There's no higher royalty than being my baby, at least in my book.”
    “But you were so mad at me. You barely spoke to me the entire ride out of Africa.”
    “I'm sorry, Babe. I should never have brought you back in a rage. I guess I was part messed up about how fast everything went between us and part guilty about Tenley wanting more out of me.”
    “So you and her are a thing?”
    “No. We had a thing at one time but we aren't a thing and I never led her to believe it was more than it was, I promise you.”
    “Sometimes us girls get carried away with our fantasies. Magical thinking let us easily transform our wishes into reality.”
    “That's why us guys have the tendency to freak out when we get close. We know that after great sex and sometimes even bad sex, a woman gets herself involved to the point that she can't let go.”
    “Which category did I come under?” I can't resist asking and Rocco's lips curl into a filthy secret smile as he leans his solid upper body toward me. Those lips come close to my ear so I feel his warm breath on my neck.
    “You know as well as I do that was the greatest sexual encounter ever. Your body fits into mine and mine in yours like a key in a lock.”
    “You unlocked me that night.”
    “And you me, babe, and you me. I just had a hard time letting you in.”
    “I think I like that revelation.”
    “Here's another. Have I told you yet how shockingly beautiful you look tonight?'
    “So you like the princess gown and updo?”
    “I like it. I like you in a baggy muscle shirt of mine with your hair all blowing. I like you naked and sweaty underneath me. I guess I just like you.”
    The body at our feet starts to stir and Rocco lifts his arm from the floor to drag him toward the stairs.
    “Miss Saint James, your father's looking for you. He wants you inside.” The most stupid of the black suit brigade, a headphone wearing automaton is staring at me as though I'm one of the delectable canapes on a platter. He doesn't notice Rocco hauling the body to the stairwell where water is lapping at the lower steps. My devil bad boy grins at me from behind the wall of dumb man meat and pulls the mask, the protruding, almost explicit, mask from the body on the ground and I gasp.
    Of course.
    Why hadn't I recognized that slimy silken voice? Because he put a frog in his throat like a laryngitis patient precisely so I wouldn’t recognize him. Rocco identifies the prone body of Ryan in the same moment I do and with a shove of his foot, rolls the body into the water. He steps back out onto the terrace wearing the depraved disguise.
    “Come along then, Ms. Saint James,” He takes my arm to lead me away from the controller and toward the parry. “I think it's time you introduced me to your father.”
    “Are you nutso?” I hiss as we enter the party, now crowded with revelers all wearing masks. “My dad will know it's you in a flash and your mom's here somewhere.”
    “Let's see how clever Pappy is. And as for Monica Moviestar, she'd have to stop flirting with all these gilt mirrors long enough to notice my appearance.”
    His hard fingertips grip the flesh of my arm deliciously and shivers of lusty hunger run through my body so I can hardly stand. I want to press myself into him, feel his arms encircle me and crush me into him. Never let me go. I want him inside of me pressing deep into my inner channel, stretching me open for him, claiming me and making me his once more.
    As though reading my mind, he swirls me into his arms and onto the dance floor. We