To be owned by a Rocco

Chapter Four

Body fit for a king
James Rocco

Standing at the sink, I wash off blood stains on my arms.

"I got two people's blood on my heel now." She murmurs, scrubbing a paper towel on her heel.

"I'll buy you a new pair. Hell, I'll buy you ten pairs." I say.

She narrows her eyes. "Why? I killed your girlfriend." She points out.

"She's not my girlfriend." I say.

"Not anymore she's not."

"I don't do girlfriends." I answer pushing down my sleeves.

"Ah, of course. How did I not realize?" She giggles to herself. "You're exclusive."

"I am not exclusive."

She rolls her eyes hopping off the counter. She looks at the time. "It's late I have to go."

"It's too late you shouldn't leave alone. You can stay here." I argue.

She laughs. "You're sheets are probably worth more than my closet." Which is probably true.

"I've seen your car, you're not broke, amore mio. Why are you hiding it?" I ask.

She bites down on her bottom lip. "I don't deserve it. I get all this money for killing the wrong men."

I raise my eyebrows. "So whose the right man?"

She shakes her head. "It doesn't matter."

My father. My dead father. But why?

Even though I want to know I don't push it. "You can sleep in my bed, it's the most comfortable." I mumble.

"I don't want to force you out of your bed."

"Then don't. I won't do anything, believe me." I say.

"So Shelly was right, I'm not your type." She murmurs.

I spin around, smiling. "She said that?" I get a nod. "Well she's wrong. I don't just like pretty things, amore mio. You are incredibly sexy, it is humbling to see you take down as many men as you have."

"Believe me mi amor, I'd love nothing more than to worship the ground you walk on. If that means ripping off the limbs of all the men who look at you, so be it." I answer. "But I won't force myself on you. No need to scare you away."

She's blushing all the way to her hairline and I smirk. I turn back around and guide her to my room. I pull off my shirt and she studies me a moment before looking away.

"Do you need clothes?" I ask.

She nods. "Yeah."

I get her one of my t-shirts and a pair of boxers. She slips away into my bathroom.

I pull a pair of shorts on. Then I lay on my bed my face towards the ceiling. About thirty minutes later she walks out of the bathroom, her face clean of makeup, her hair down and wet, and she's wearing my clothes.