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)
“Why the hell would I do that?” Father asks, gulping as he stares down the barrel of Romeo’s pistol.
“Because, Billy boy, you’ve seen what I can do on my own. Next time I come knocking on this door, I’ll have the Lion’s Den behind me.”
“Sal Lione sent you?” Father’s turning different shades of green. Almost looks like he’s going to be sick, knowing the mafia’s after him.
“He did. Your move, Billy. I urge you to consider it wisely.”
“If it’s money you’re after—”
“It’s not. Not anymore.” Romeo turns his eyes away from Father and looks deeply into mine.
I keep my eyes on Father, as much as I want to stare straight back into Romeo’s. He will not get a chance to try anything stupid.
“You’re really going to do this?” Father asks. For the first time in my life, I see a different emotion other than mockery on his face. “Set this whole world on fire for her?”
He’s scared, but there’s something else there too.
Respect.
“I would. I did. Isn’t he proof?” Romeo flicks his wrist to point the gun at Martin.
“Why not kill me? End this before I can cause waves?” Father’s breathing is erratic. As if this is the question that’s going to have Romeo change his mind and end it.
“You didn’t kill me, either. Said it was because of Jess.” Romeo pulls me into his side and squeezes me against him tightly. “Has to mean somewhere deep down you love your daughter, that you want what’s best for her and know that it’s me.”
“And you are,” I say, nestling cozily under his arm. “My Romeo. My monster. My beast.”
Father talks again, but neither of us listens as we walk backward through the door. He keeps me tucked under his arm the entire walk out of Mayfair Manor and to his car a short distance up the road.
It’s over. He knows it, and so do I.
We can finally be happy.
EPILOGUE
JESS
Three Months Later
Ican’t get enough of him. His body, his mind, his soul. We’ve spent the better part of our three months together in his bed. His mouth feasting on mine, our bodies tangled in a magnificent web of desire, and our thoughts synced on one thing—how are we going to blow each other's minds this time?
“I’ve given it some more thought,” Romeo says from the bottom of the bed. His cheek rests against my inner thigh.
Looks like it’s his turn to come up with a new, inventive way to make me squeal.
Gentle kisses trail over my flesh, and his hands start to move to their favorite perch. My sensitive breasts that erupt pleasure straight to my core at Romeo’s touch.
“What’s that?” I ask, sinking my hands into his head and grabbing a handful of his hair. Using my new leverage, I pull it closer to his destination as my body shakes in eager anticipation.
And like the master of suspense Romeo is, he keeps me hanging by a thread as his tongue flicks out and makes a long run over my sex. My hips buck instinctively at the sensation, closing any gap between my body and his mouth.
Hungry growls rumble between my legs. I must have set him off, as not a second later, Romeo’s tantalizing nibbles, kisses, and licks ascend my belly. Over the hills of my breasts and down the crest to my neck. His cock bobs eagerly where his mouth just finished, and the hefty head knocks desperately at my entrance.
No need for knocking, my beast. You’re always welcome inside.
“You don’t remember what we spoke about?” he asks, grazing my earlobe with his teeth.
“We’ve spoken about a lot,” I answer, arching my hips into his erection. It slides haphazardly against my wetness, and we buckle and moan in synchronicity.
“Yes, but it’s the pressing question I’m addressing.” On the word pressing, Romeo thrusts his hips forward. The mix of pressure from his girth and the way it glides against my clit makes me whimper.
He’s teasing me, and it won’t stop until I’ve figured out what’s gotten him in such a devilish mood.
Game on, my love. You know I don’t like to lose.
“Selling the apartment and buying a house?”
“Wrong.” He follows it with another buck of the hips and a squeeze of my breasts.
“The wedding?”
He grins at me, leans in, and gives me a deep kiss. In tandem, he moves one hand away from its favorite place and between our bodies.
“Wrong again.” His hand shuffles between our bodies for a while until it grabs hold of the base of his cock firmly. He uses it to guide his thick girth into me.
I’m surprised my brain still has any function left, yet through his intoxicating actions, the answer comes to mind. My arms swing wildly over his shoulders, latching onto him for dear life and sheer excitement. “Having a baby?”
“Bingo,” he says, slamming his length inside of me.