Page 147 of Dark Romeo

He raised an eyebrow. “Shall I continue, Detective Capulet?”

God, yes. “That would be good,” I stuttered.

The smile on Roman’s face widened. He curled his two fingers in, stroking at that glorious spot on the front wall of my pussy while he drew small circles on my clit with his thumb. Fuck, that was so good, the waves of pleasure growing deep and thick. My toes curled up in my shoes. I shut my eyes. Thank God the camera couldn’t see my face.

I barely listened as he spoke, describing her, me. It was all just a deep, soothing rumble outside of the pleasure cave I was lost in. The pressure built and built until I was trembling in my seat.

“Detective Capulet,” he said breaking into my thoughts, “you look like you are so close to your last question.”

“Yes,” I breathed out, my body already pulsating around his fingers, sweat breaking out across my forehead. I was going to go over the edge. Right here in the interrogation room with Roman Tyrell’s fingers deep inside my greedy, wet pussy.

“Do you…care about her?” I spluttered. I couldn’t bring myself to say the word love.

His fingers slid out of me, pausing for a mere second. “I’d kill for her.” He slammed his fingers deep inside, hard against my g-spot, his thumb vibrating against my clit. His words. His touch. The complete reckless taboo of it. It was all too much.

I came hard, biting down on my bottom lip so I wouldn’t scream, so hard that I tasted blood. My vision went white. My pussy clamped around his fingers, my fists scrunching my notepad in front of me as pleasure rolled through me wave after wave.

He pulled his fingers from me as my orgasm faded. I slumped back in my chair and blinked at him. Did that really happen?

Across the table, Roman’s eyes seared into mine, a hungry yet satisfied grin on his face. He pulled his right hand up and brushed his two fingers across his mouth, smearing it with my juices. He lowered his hand before he licked the taste of me off his lips.

JULIANNA

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Rosaline corroborated Roman’s story. Her lies perfectly matched his. Too perfect. He must have known that Eddie’s body had been found. He must have known that he’d be interrogated.

Roman disappeared behind a wall of expensive lawyers. We couldn’t hold him. Not unless we could find more evidence.

“Don’t leave town,” Espo said with a scowl as he held the station door open for Roman.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Roman said, his eyes on me. “Not while I’m having so much fun here.”

I flushed under his stare and hoped to hell that Espo didn’t notice. My mind flashed to what he had done to me in the interrogation room. I shivered at the memory of his fingers inside me. Damn you, Roman Tyrell. Damn you in the best way.

* * *

Roman was standing in my living room when I returned home that evening. I quickly locked my front door behind me and deposited my bag on the side table. He still hadn’t moved or said a word. I frowned as I studied him. His features, which earlier had seemed lightened by my admission that I knew he was innocent, were now grim. An uneasy feeling coiled in my belly. Something had changed since he walked out of the police station earlier today.

“Where have you been these last two days?” I asked, something I’d not been able to ask before now. “I was so worried when I didn’t hear from you. No response. Nothing. Then Eddie…”

His features twitched at that name, but he didn’t speak. Something was wrong.

“Roman, talk to me.” I moved towards him.

He avoided my grasp and we found ourselves circling each other. A flash of pain cut across his face. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Do what?”

“I can’t pretend to be someone I’m not.”

“I don’t understand. Why won’t you let me touch you?” I reached for him again but he grabbed my wrists.

The cold, cruel mask he wore with such a practiced ease, the one I hated so much, slammed down over his face. “I am a Tyrell.” Even his voice calloused over. “It doesn’t matter how hard I try to fight it, it’s in my blood. I can never get away from it. It’s part of me. The only thing you can do is to be smart. Walk away.”

I shook my head and yanked against his grasp. “I won’t?—”

“You have a choice. Be smart. Walk away from me.”

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