Page 76 of Dark Romeo

Why did I ever come here?

Abel banged on Roman’s apartment door again, making it thunder against my back and into my body. “Roman, open up!”

Roman’s fingers tightened on me. Any second now he would open the door and feed me to the monster. It’s what he should do.

In my mind’s eye, Abel’s face glared back at me from his arrest photo I’d found among the files of the Tyrells’ known associates. I’d recognized him instantly as Scarface from the graveyard. The one chasing Roman, the one I had mistaken for Roman’s father. I knew Roman must hate Abel, or at least dislike him. But not enough to help me.

Stolen glimpses of crime scene photos of women who had crossed the Tyrells flashed in my mind. Dresses torn, skin slashed into ribbons, bodies violated over and over again before they likely begged for death. I doubted anyone would ever solve my murder.

Roman lifted his hand towards the door. This was it…

Instead Roman pressed a finger to my lips, making me flinch. I stared at him, my mind a tumble. He wanted me to stay quiet. Was he…helping me? His features were impassive except for the pinch of his mouth and a hint of wildness in his eyes. He was afraid. For me?

Of course it wasn’t for me. He feared for himself. It wouldn’t look good for him if he was caught alone and half-naked with a lady cop in his apartment. His loyalty to his family would be immediately put into question. With these kinds of families, loyalty and trust meant everything.

“I know you’re in there,” Abel yelled again. “You little shit,” he added in a lower voice. There was the sound of a keys jangling. Roman’s eyes widened. He grabbed me around the waist, picking me up as if I weighed nothing, and strode across the living room, his feet barely making a sound against the tiles. I could barely breathe. I didn’t dare protest or make a sound; I just had to trust that whatever he was doing was going to save my ass because it meant saving his own.

The key sliding into the lock sounded like a saw going through wood. The lock clicking open sounded like the cock of a gun.

Roman dropped me on the bed in his room and flipped me over to my stomach. He grabbed a hand around my hips and yanked me back so I was on my knees at the edge of the bed, my hips in the air. He growled in a low voice. “Play along if you want to live.”

What?

The front door banged open. I heard Roman’s towel drop to the carpet. He shoved my dress up to my waist and I felt cold air between my thighs.

“No. Fucking. Panties,” he hissed.

Shame flamed my cheeks. I tried to crawl away but his hands gripped my hips. What the fuck was he doing?

He pressed against me so the backs of my thighs were flush against him and his length was pressed against me. Holy shit. He was naked. And hard.

My pussy throbbed as I remembered the last time Roman and I were in this position.

“Roman?” The bedroom door creaked open. I muffled a small scream into the mattress. “Jesus Christ,” Abel muttered.

My cheeks flared when I realized what he would be seeing. Roman naked and my ass in the air. At least he couldn’t see my face. Just play along, Jules. You might get out of here alive.

Roman let out a small snort. “Get out, dog. I’m busy.” As he spoke he ground his hips against my ass in a slow, lazy way as if he were fucking me. His hard cock slid all along my pussy, rubbing at my clit. I let out a moan. There was no need to “play along”. Despite myself, I lifted my ass and pushed back against him. I wanted more of that delicious friction. I heard a low curse coming from Roman as his cock pulsed between my thighs. He wanted this as much as I did.

“Your father wants you,” Abel said, cutting into my thoughts. What the fuck was I thinking? Had I completely lost my mind? Abel, Giovanni’s “butcher,” was still here. I was still in danger, and all I could do was wriggle around on Roman’s dick like a horny teenager?

“I’ll come after I’m finished,” Roman said.

“I’m to bring you to?—”

“Get the fuck out, dog. You’re killing the mood.”

“Maybe your lady friend would?—?”

“She is not for you.” Roman’s fingers dug into my hips and I let out a small squeal. “Now get out before I fucking throw you out.”

I could feel the tension heating up the room like a suffocating steam. Were they going to start fighting?

Roman kept grinding against me as if he didn’t care we had an audience. My body and mind warred as my thighs coated with wetness. This was fucking crazy.

“Fine,” Abel finally said. “But you are to go to your father’s as soon as you’re done.”

“Yes, father dear,” Roman muttered.

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