Page 78 of Tainted Ties

Aurora gripped my hair, pulling me in for an ardent kiss. “I want you, Roman Mancini.”

I never knew how desperate I was for someone to want me until I met this hypnotizing siren.

“Good, because I was never letting you go.” I wedged my hand in between us, applying firm pressure on her clit with the pad of my thumb, stroking her in slow circles.

With one hand gripping her hip, I thrust into her, each one hard with promise.

She moaned, circling her arms around my neck for support.

The harsh sounds of our breathing grew as did the savagery of our touches.

“Yes,”she cried as her pussy clenched around me tightly.

“Are you going to come for me, baby?”

Her mouth grew slack, her eyes rolling back as waves of pleasure washed over her trembling body.

That look was all it took for me to come undone.

My cock twitched and with one final thrust, I bit into the crevice of Aurora’s neck as I came, marking her mine, forever.

Chapter28

Roman

“You know I was surprised when you called for this meeting,” Uncle Stefano pointed out.

“It’s an urgent matter.”

He leaned back in his chair, the leather groaning under his weight, waiting for me to continue.

I didn’t know how favorable this meeting would end, but I couldn’t ignore that my uncle had a vendetta against my wife. He had to know where I stood, even if that displeased him.

“I’m excluding Aurora from this scheme. No harm will come to her, physically or otherwise.”

He hummed with a continuous nod of his head. “Are you finally admitting to me that you’ve fallen in love with the girl?”

I wish I’d heard him wrong, but the silence in the room was eerily still as my uncle stared at me with unsettling ease.

“I’m not in love with her,” I retorted, the sentence not sounding quite right to my own ears.

“Yet your eyes tell a different story, Roman.”

My eyes?

I glared at him, unwilling to give him an extreme reaction to his comment.

“You want to exclude the person who pulled the trigger on my son?” he scoffed bitterly. “No, I don’t think so.”

“She had no choice,” I bellowed, rage simmering beneath my skin.

He pinned me with a hard stare. “Did she tell you that herself?”

“She didn’t have to.” I’d never tell him about Aurora’s fear of blood, not because I didn’t trust my uncle, but because that was a vulnerability of hers. If she had kept it from me, I knew she wouldn’t want others to know. “It was her father’s doing, I’m sure of it.”

“Even if that’s true, it doesn’t excuse the fact that Aurora Bianchi held that gun to my son’s head.”

My jaw ached from grinding my teeth. “I loved Milo as if he was my own brother. Do you think I won’t inflict pain on the person who executed his death?”

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