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Rome was aware of two things: one, she felt so fucking incredible; and two, he wasn’t wearing a condom. The third thing he became aware of quickly was that he didn’t give a fuck he’d filled her with his seed. Beth didn’t belong to anyone else. She was his. All his.

He’d never had a woman that belonged to him, and staring into those lust-filled eyes, he knew he could get used to it.

With his cock still balls-deep inside her, he eased her back just a bit and slid his fingers between his lips. Once he had them nice and wet, he slid them down toward her pussy and began to stroke across her clit, drawing back and forth, watching her reaction as he did so.

He felt her tight pussy squeeze his cock, and just a moment ago, he was going flaccid but now he felt himself getting harder. Beth was so close, and rather than tease her to the point she couldn’t stand it, he danced her right across the peak, hearing her scream his name as she came all over his cock.

Her orgasm ignited his own need, and he wanted to fuck her all over again.

Chapter Six

“What is it about the gardens?” Rome asked.

Beth spun toward his voice. He’d been gone this morning, and she hadn’t expected to see him all day. After enjoying her breakfast of tea and toast, she’d decided to head back out to the garden.

She had been at Rome’s now a grand total of five days. Each day, whether it was raining or not, she would try to venture out at least once. She loved being out in the open and feeling the grass beneath her feet. Last night there had been a lot of rain, and she knew her feet were covered in grass and dirt.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

“I live here.”

She chuckled. “Good response.”

“So, tell me, what is it about the gardens?” he asked.

She smiled at him. “Don’t you think they’re beautiful?”

“I do.”

“And you need more of a reason for me to want to be outside?”

“Yes.”

She folded her arms across her chest. She had come to see this about Rome—he needed answers to everything or at the very least, explanations as to why she did certain things.

“I don’t really know why I come out here, I just know I love being out here. When Ben and I were with our parents, we lived in a horrible place. The neighborhood was beat down and most of the people had given up. We did have a small lawn. It wasn’t much, but it was small, and since we left, I haven’t had the time to just walk over grass. I know it is stupid as we have small parks and places you can go, but I work a lot. When you’re tired, it’s hard to appreciate the little things, you know?” she asked.

She wasn’t sure if he understood what she was trying tosay.

“How long has it been?” he asked.

“Five and a bit years. Six in a few months,” she said.

“Do you regret it?”

Beth looked at him and frowned. “Yes and no. Yes, because I thought we were leaving our problems behind. I thought Mom and Dad were the problem.”

“Ben’s a problem,” he said.

“Yeah, he’s a problem, and he is still my brother, but I don’t know, coming here has helped me get some perspective. I’m a little confused, because I love him. I loved my parents, but I was able to leave them. With Ben, I feel we have fallen into this horrible rut.” She sighed and moved over to the bench.

“Talk,” Rome said.

This was so strange for her. She didn’t really know Rome. Yes, she knew he was a scary and dangerous man, and that he could kill her and no one would come looking for her. Talking to him shouldn’t be easy, and yet it was.

She took a deep breath, about to avoid it, but then decided to take him up on his offer to listen.

“I love my brother, I do, but I think when this is over, I need to leave him behind as well. There are things I want in life, and coming home to find your brother trashing your apartment, or having sex on the sofa, and not doing anything to help pay the bills after five years, it … it’s not good.”

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