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CHAPTER 36

ROYAL

The temptation to lock myself in my office the moment we got home was strong. But the pull leading me to follow Bianca’s heart-shaped ass up the staircase and into our bedroom was just a tad stronger.

The trip started out on the rocky side, I had to admit to that. It didn’t help that most of my time was spent locked away with the boys working out the details and strategizing for the next phase of the plan to keep Emma safe. Throw in the little detail of the fiery inferno in the barn and the even smaller detail of me not checking in with Bianca after the fact, and well . . . it could have started a little smoother, I suppose.

But, if missing a few steps in the good husband handbook caused a little break in our relationship that lead to the explosive fireworks in the bedroom, then I can’t regret any of it. She was perfect like I knew she would be. The heavenly body of hers that could have only been built for me was flawless. Her voice growing hoarse from screaming my name, absolutely majestic. The ecstasy that crossed her face when an orgasm tore its way through her body brought on by me, my cock, my hand, my tongue, my lips—enchanting wouldn’t begin to describe it.

The thought had my cock growing hard, and the moment we were through our bedroom door, I slammed it shut. After reaching forward and hooking my fingers into the material at her waist, I pulled back until her body slammed into mine. Leaning into her ear, I whispered, “This looks like a new place to claim.”

With one hand holding low on her stomach, I used the other to snake under her shirt, sliding my fingers over her warm skin up to her breast. She hummed low in her throat before licking her lips to speak. “This is true, but let me check on Peter first.”

She began to pull away, and I spun her before turning our bodies and slamming her against the door. My lips went to her neck as my fingers traveled over her sides, along the underside of her arms, until our fingers laced together above her head. “Peter will be fine for another hour, Amore. Your husband, however, will not.”

I kissed a wet trail down her neck searching for any bare skin I could nip at, “Do you know how hard it was to sit next to you for that drive, with your hand in mine, only inches from my cock . . . and not have you?” I bit down on the skin of her breast that was exposed above her shirt line. She gasped, her body bucking into mine, seeking my skin against hers. “I almost pulled over on numerous occasions with the temptation to drag you over the center console.”

“Why didn’t you?” Her voice sounded breathless as I took another bite into her skin.

“Would you have wanted that?” I asked as I switched to the neglected side of her neck, lavishing it with attention.

She hooked her leg around my hip and pulled me toward her, forcing my body to grind against hers. “Mmhmm. God, why can’t I get enough of you? I’m supposed to hate you, Royal. I’m supposed to hate everything you stand for.”

I pushed my hips into the junction of her thighs hard enough to make her moan. “Do you?”

Her head fell to the side, allowing me more access. “Do I what?”

“Do you hate everything I stand for?”

It was important to me to hear the answer to this question. I needed to know she understood me, that I didn’t repulse her with my existence. The silence that hung in the air as I waited for the response seemed to take its own pulse. The anxiety that threatened to drown me as each second went by began to consume me until finally, she shook her head.

“I—I can’t. I wanted to. I wanted to hate you so badly for so many reasons. But I can’t.” She licked her lips. “You have your own morals, and I’m not saying they are always the right ones, but you stick solidly to your beliefs and I respect that.”

I felt the weight leave my shoulders. “Want to know what else you respect?”

She batted her lashes, coyly. “What’s that, Mr. Russo?”

I let go of a hand above her head to undo my belt and release my cock, letting my slacks fall to my thighs. I then slid my hand up her leg and under her skirt, pushing the material to her hip, loving that she didn’t wear underwear. Lifting her body with one hand, I thrust forward, impaling her body with my own. I smirked as her eyes fluttered. “My cock.”

Then I proceeded to show her just how much she should respect it . . . multiple times.

I awoke to a text message early the next morning. Frank’s leasing agent informed me that Frank hadn’t been at his apartment in a few days, and he was concerned. I replied saying I would look into it and I planned to. But Frank was a grown man, and I knew from his past that this wasn’t the first time he disappeared. Although, in the past, he owed me, this time around who the fuck knew what he got himself into.

Allowing myself a few extra minutes cocooned within the blankets, I rolled over, expecting to see Bianca asleep. I was greeted by her wide, green eyes. Shit, they were enchanting. “Morning, beautiful.”

Her eyes batted a few times. “What happened to Amore?”

I reached up, tucking a few wild strands of hair behind her ear. “Amore describes how I feel about you, not what you are.”

A blush crept up her neck and colored her cheeks. “Oh, you are good.”

My eyes roamed to her lips. “You make it easy.”

Her body shook with a sudden bout of giggles. “Mr. Russo, you are quite the sweet talker.”

I leaned close, my lips finding hers for a quick kiss. “Is it working?”

“It might be working.” She closed the few centimeters between us and bit my lips.

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