Page 13 of Romeo

“Destroy him?” Her faded smile returns to her face, bigger and brighter than ever before. Her eyes twinkle with teary delight. And she starts to laugh—an ecstatic, erratic laugh bordering on frantic.

I might be reading the signals wrong, but is she … happy?

Without warning, Jess jumps onto the coffee table next to us to meet me face to face. Her hands find the bottom of my shirt, and her lips crush against mine as she shoves her tongue into my mouth.

Fucking hell.

“Do it,” she says between kisses. “I want you to. Fuck him up. Pillage and plunder his ill-gotten gains.”

She pulls my shirt over my head like a feral cat clawing at its prey.

“Starting with me.” She pulls back to finish, gazing straight through my eyes and into my soul. The same longing, hungry look I’ve had since the second I met her.

I fucking knew it.

She’s perfect.

10

JESS

Romeo may be a beast, an unholy monster sent here to leave this world in ruin, but he’s mine.

I can’t keep my hands off him. The thought of him crumbling Father’s empire and saving me from this hellish life tickles me to the core. And the deep satisfaction of knowing he’s doing it all for me leaves me too weak to fight the incessant urge to feel his body against mine.

Romeo loses himself to the frenzy that’s gnawed away at us since we met. He throws himself forward and locks our mouths together in another kiss while his enormous hands wrap around my breasts.

The ferocity with which he throws himself into me almost knocks me off the table, but he catches me before I can fall back and lifts me in his strong arms. We make out while we walk, discarding our layers with every step. My shirt goes first, then his jeans, and finally my bra, until we’re in his bedroom with my leggings and his boxers as our final barriers.

His stiff erection brushes against my belly as I slide down him and back to my feet. His entire body is vibrating, and the shakes get worse when his eyes meet my bare breasts. Just as quick as my feet hit the ground, Romeo hoists me into his arms again.

He buries his face between my tits and his mouth and tongue work over every inch of them. Long licks come to an end, his lips engulfing my peaked nipple. His tongue flicks against it with short, sharp strokes.

I perch myself on his hips, hooking my legs around them and tightening my body against his. The thick slab of meat dangling between his legs springs to life at my action. The tip brushes against my clit while the rest of his girth knocks at my door. Anguished, needy whimpers part my lips.

Enough. I can’t take it anymore. I need to feel him inside of me.

Leaving Romeo lost to his frantic exploration of my breasts, I curl my fingers around the waistband of his boxers and sink them to the floor. He groans loudly as his cock breaks free from its confines and meets the soaked fabric of my leggings.

“Ah, fuck.” My head snaps to the ceiling.

“Jess, wait.” It takes all his strength to stop himself. “Are you sure you want this?”

Romeo asks. It’s his last effort of chivalry. He lays me on the bed, and as he returns to his upright position, he hooks his thumbs into my leggings and pulls them with him.

“More than anything,” I admit. “I have since the first dirty word left your mouth. So take what you deserve and give me what I want.”

“I’m not gonna be able to control myself,” Romeo snarls like a rabid animal.

“Then don’t, my beast.” I cup his cheek in my hand. “Lose control. Take me. Make me yours. Do what you have to do.”

Romeo drops onto his knees in front of me, taking my ankles in both hands and forcing my legs apart. He looks stunned at my response, with a disbelieving stare and glib smile that almost makes my beast look cute.

“You don’t know how badly I needed to hear that.” His voice is low, deep, and raw.

His fingers travel up my legs, and I giggle and shake against his unintentional tickling. It doesn’t deter Romeo. He presses a single finger against the slick wetness coating my pussy. His eyes roll to the back of his head as it sinks deeper, and I can’t hold back my moaning.

With how wet I am, there’s no resistance to his touch, and before I can adjust to the eruption inside of me, Romeo inserts himself to the knuckle.

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