Page 7 of Captive Desire

Romeo doesn’t try to hide his smirk. My amazement only fuels his pride. There’s something about seeing this man so cheeky.

“Our home,” he corrects. “You like what you see?”

Unfortunately, yes. When I’m not taking in this man, I’m taking in the golden swirls trailing against white paint. Like a guide, they lead us deeper and deeper into the home.

Losing count of how many turns we make, and how many steps we climb, Romeo leads me to a door. Once the door is open, I can see it’s a bedroom.

One that looks occupied. He’s brought me to his room, one of the most dangerous places in this building. Now that the door is shut behind us, I might as well call my situation lethal.

Once his hands are free, he’s turning his attention toward me. Stalking in my direction, I take one step back to discover there’s nothing behind me but a solid wall.

My poor heart picks up in speed and a gasp leaves my lips when one of his hands flattens against the wall. The other captures my chin, making it impossible to look at anything but him.

There’s a sizzle, the start of a hot flame growing from the pit of my stomach toward my heart. The same thing happened the first time I saw this man. An instant sense of lust, an ache to make him mine.

“Tell me you don’t want me, angel.” His fingers graze my cheeks and the weight behind his stare is enough to make my knees shake. “I’ll put you in a separate room until I can make you fall in love with me.”

Romeo doesn’t know that he’d already stolen my heart once. That also means he doesn’t know he’d broken it with his sudden disappearance.

I need to be strong to avoid letting that happen again.

There’s something about him calling me that pesky nickname again that does me in. When his hand lowers enough for his fingers to graze my stomach and cradle my baby bump, I realize what kind of battle I’m fighting here.

“I…” My breath tickles his lips as he gets close. So close that I drown in his cologne with every inhale.

I can’t want this. He’s bad. Dangerous even.

Romeo doesn’t kiss me. As if my suffering can get any worse, this man gives me the power to decide. Despite not being the good guy, he’s letting me choose.

Call me foolish, but I cave at the welcoming temptation.

I kiss this man because I know if I don’t, I’m not going to be able to stop thinking about the missed opportunity for ages.

Romeo

Tasting her for the first time after all of these months, it’s no wonder I lose myself the moment our lips touch.

If I need any proof that this woman still wants me, even slightly, this is it.

Carefully pressing my body to her front, I cradle her chin with my free hand. I can’t stop touching her. From her stomach to her face, I caress her like she’s like a vase, easily breakable. She’s so warm, so welcoming.

Tongue darting across her lips, she opens up right away. Going as far as to torture me with a delicious moan, I feel myself unravel more and more.

Mine. Everything about Charity is just that.

When she claws the front of my shirt, it’s not to push me away. Rather, she’s trying to pull me in closer. Sharing the same curse of staying apart after all of this time, there’s plenty of catching up to do.

I haven’t forgotten her taste. Her body is just as I remembered as well with the exception of this new bump.

When my mouth moves to her jaw and then her neck, she lets out a soft groan.

“I never forgot about you. The memory of that night has haunted me ever since you disappeared without a word.” Whispering the words like they’re meant to be a secret, all they do is make my cock harder.

She looked so surprised to see me in that meeting room. If she had forgotten me, I wouldn’t have held it against her. Now that I know that’s not the case, she’s doing nothing but feeding my pride here.

Parting ways, I’m left staring at her in awe. Taking in her panting state, I lick at the taste of her lingering on my lips.

If she’d let me, I’d devour her right here. Even if my knees ached, I’d fall to them, peel her clothing down and get a taste of her pussy right here and now.

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