Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
"I would have given anything for my dad to love me enough to fight for me," Mila says, crying harder. "But he chose his addiction and his misery over me."
"Mila–"
"I won't let you choose me over Tahani, Roman. I won't."
"Baby–"
She's sobbing openly now, and I'm afraid she's going to hyperventilate. I grab her and pull her into me, holding her hard as she fights me. She screams at me to let her go, but I don't. I trap her against my body, refusing to let go as she breaks down. Every tear eviscerates me, leaving me raw and bleeding. But I don't let her go.
I will never fucking let her go.
My entire adult life, I've played by the rules. I've done everything I had to do, everything that was asked of me, and I didn't complain. I kept Tahani safe. I avoided Mila. Until the day she asked me for two weeks, I played by the fucking rules. But as she falls apart in my arms, crying for the father that broke her heart and out of fear that she's going to tear me and my daughter apart, I'm fucking done with the rules and doing what's right.
"I'm not letting you go," I growl in her ear, sweeping her up in my arms. "Not now and not ever, Mila. I'm not letting Tahani go, either. I will not choose between the two of you. Do you hear me, baby?" I lay down on the bed, pulling her down with me and tucking her against my chest. "I'm not letting either of you go."
I hold her until her tears stop and her body sags against mine. She lies quietly in my arms for a long time, not speaking. I don't know where her mind is at, but I meant every word I said. I'm not letting her or Tahani go. They're mine.
"Promise me that you'll fix things with her," she whispers a few minutes later, her voice thick with the tears she just shed.
"I promise you," I vow, "I will fix things with Tahani. Right now, she just needs time to cool down and process. But you aren't leaving me, baby."
To keep her and to fix things with Tahani, I will do whatever I have to do. Face whatever I have to face. Fuck the rules. Fuck right or wrong. Fuck Guerrero, Francisco, and their war. I will never give up my daughter or Mila. Not for anyone.
Mila's quiet for a moment, thinking. "Okay," she whispers then, her voice soft and sweet…and full of hope.
My eyes fall closed, relief running through me like an electric current.
Chapter Twenty
Roman
“I’m not ready to go,” I whisper, pressing my forehead to Mila’s, my hands sinking into her thick hips. “Christ.”
My heart feels like it’s trying to claw its way out of my fucking chest at the thought of leaving.
“You have to go.” She drags her hands through my hair, her voice sweet. “Your boss needs you. Besides, I’ll only be a few days behind you.”
A few days sounds like a fucking lifetime when she’s been in my bed and on my cock every day for the last three weeks. I want to tell her to skip her fucking interview tomorrow and come with me now, but I swallow the words back, trying like hell not to be selfish with her.
“You’re coming straight to the house when you get to LA,” I growl, palming her ass. “No stopping.”
“What if I have to pee?”
The smile in her voice tells me that she’s fucking with me.
“Hold it, Mila.”
“What if I want food?”
I press my lips to her ear. “I intend to feed you my cock as soon as you’re back in my arms, Mila. You won’t need food.”
She moans, pressing her hot little body up against mine. “Roman,” she cries. “You can’t say things like that when you’re leaving!”
I hide my smirk against her shoulder. “Should have thought about that before you started fucking with me, Mila. Now, you’ll spend the next three days thinking about choking on my cock.”
She whimpers, her face going to my throat. “You’re so mean to me.”
“Mean?” I crane her head back until her eyes meet mine. “No, baby. If I were being mean to you, I’d tell you that you aren’t allowed to touch my fucking pussy until I see you again.”
Her eyes go comically wide. “You wouldn’t.”
I briefly consider it—torturing her for the next three days, making her live in the same fucking agony I’m going to be living in until she’s wrapped around my cock again—but quickly discard the plan. Getting this woman off is my motherfucking mission in life. If I can’t have her in my bed tonight, she’ll ride her pretty little fingers and scream my name while I watch Facetime.
“Keep fucking with me,” I say instead of telling her that, and then I nip her bottom lip. “You know how much I love refusing to let you come until you’re begging for mercy, baby.”