Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
His lower half shakes as he moves his hips back. The spasms make his cock twitch against my walls in a new, involuntary delight.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls. The first sign of Romeo losing control of the beast.
Exactly what I want.
“Fucking soaked.” He slams his full length back inside of me. Without his mouth trapping my sounds, I scream out.
“You’re fucking mine.” Claiming me as his is the final stand. As soon as the words leave his lips, my beast releases a thunderous roar.
He clamps his hands onto my hips, using his new leverage to pull me into his ever-hastening thrusts. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and my moans pass my lips in feeble grunts. My hands have traveled away from his head and to his back. It’s only after I’ve clawed half his back that I realize what I’m doing, but Romeo hasn’t even winced. Like it didn’t hurt at all, while my fingertips feel like they’ve just tried to dig through a brick wall.
“Don’t stop,” I moan. “Never stop. Your cock feels perfect inside me. I neve—”
My words are cut short as a toe-curling orgasm clenches my throat and makes me sputter choked giddy sounds.
“Fuck!” Romeo snarls. His body tenses and stiffens, veins bulging across his rippling frame. “I’m going to come.” He sounds disappointed, but it doesn’t stop the rhythm of his ramming. “Fill your womb with my seed. Mark you as mine. Forever.”
“Do it,” I whimper. “Come for me, my beast.”
I can see it in his eyes—the moment it happens. A moment before his intense pounding changes to harder, slower thrusts. And with the final one, Romeo releases his hot, sticky liquid in me before his body gives out, and he crumbles on top of me.
In a frantic struggle to get his hands under my body, he pulls me into a tight hug against his chest. I return his hug, burying my face in his chest. I can feel the erratic rhythm of his thumping heart against my cheek, and it brings a smile to my face.
Where have you been all my life? Lying in wait to save me from my sorry fate? It doesn’t matter now. You’re here. Holding me tight and helping me forget about the nightmares of the past.
I’ve never felt safer than in your powerful arms.
11
ROMEO
“It’s time to wake up, sleepyhead.”
A soothing voice rouses me from slumber, but my heart immediately starts racing. I’m not used to having company, and I’m sure Jess’s voice would’ve inspired the same frightful reaction, but this speaker is a man. The same one who let me drive through Mayfair’s gate.
I should’ve known they’d follow me.
My eyes open, but I don’t get time to adjust before the handle of his pistol connects the bridge of my nose. I see stars before my eyes blur. Woken up just to get knocked out? That’s some inventive fucking cruelty.
“Eyes up.” The gate guard grabs my hair and yanks my head up to drink in the scene.
Two men pin Jess against my wall. Tears roll down her cheeks as muffled cries pass through a duct tape gag. Blinding rage pierces through me, and I try to launch off the bed. I’ll kill them for laying their filthy paws on what belongs to me. I’ll bathe in the delight of watching them suffer.
My attempt is cut short with the gate guard yanking hard on my hair. He pulls me straight back into bed, and with a firm twist, he makes me look at the other two in the room.
Mr. Tweed and the big, bad Billy Mayfair.
“What am I going to do with you, Jerome Whitaker?” Billy speaks. “Or is it Romeo Valesca?”
At least he doesn’t know I’m working for Don Lione. I doubt I’d be comfortable in bed if he did.
“You just couldn’t keep your nose out of my business and your cock out of my daughter, could you?”
I try to look at her. I want to tell her I’ll make this right, even if it kills me. But the gate guard has my neck pinned to the bed, and fighting against him might result in a bullet to the back of it.
Better bide my time, hide my intentions, and do what the Don ordered when I’m back on solid ground.
“Not going to say anything?” Billy raises a brow. Tweed’s standing next to him with a smug fucking grin I can’t wait to wipe off his face. “Fine, I’ll talk, and you’ll listen. You’ve had your fun and filled my little girl’s head with promises of a life beyond the one she’s living. You gave her a taste of something she wanted, and my appreciation for it comes with sparing your life.”
My face must be doing something funny because Billy is about to crack up.
“But it’s over now, Romeo. Come near my house or my daughter again, and you’ll see why I’ve cultivated the fear of everyone in this town. Do I make myself clear?”