Page 122 of His Juliet

His gaze pinned me, forcing the truth to spill from my lips.

“You don’t trust me.”

His brow furrowed as he moved close enough for my breasts to brush against his chest. “Of course I do.”

“No, I mean…” I tried to look away, but he wasn’t having it. I let out a frustrated huff. He wouldn’t always get his way. “You don’t trust me not to hurt myself.”

His expression immediately softened. “No, angel, that’s not it.” He hesitated. “Have you had any thoughts about it?”

I shook my head. “Not since I’ve been here. And before the other day, it had been two years since I did that.”

He kissed my forehead, his fingers twisting in my hair. “That’s so good, sweetheart. But that’s not what I’m worried about. I trust you and I know this apartment is safe. No one can touch you here.” He hesitated, and it was my turn to run a comforting hand through his hair. He leaned into my touch, a shudder working through his body. “I can’t concentrate when I’m out there, knowing you’re here alone. I’ll worry about you.”

His lips caressed my cheek and his hand moved down my body to cup my ass. I arched against him, my core already dripping at his light touch. His cock hardened in response, pressing against my stomach.

I whimpered.

“Will you be a good girl for me and spend the day in the penthouse?” His hand cupped my pussy.

“This is blackmail,” I groaned.

“Is it working?”

“Fine, yes, I’ll go upstairs.”

“That’s my girl.” His hand twisted in my hair.

“You have to go to work.” I swayed into him, my lips coming to his throat. He groaned as I started sucking on his skin, the greedy part of me determined to leave a mark so everyone would know he belonged to me.

“You are a temptress.” Both hands moved to my ass and squeezed so hard I whimpered and went up on my toes.

I wanted more.

“These fucking curves.” Romeo sounded so angry I couldn’t stop my smile. He growled and spun me again, guiding me down until my chest was pressed against the kitchen island. His hand came down on my ass in a flurry of hard spanks that left me heated and aching. “You think teasing me is funny, stellina?”

I wiggled my butt back against his hard-on. “Maybe.”

He lowered his body over mine. “I wonder if you’ll still think that after I edge you for hours, denying your orgasm until you’re crying on your knees, begging me for release.”

Ohfuck.

My breathing sped up and my cheeks flushed bright red. I didn’t want that—I wanted to come—so why did it turn me on?

“I’m sorry.” The breathiness in my voice made me utterly unconvincing.

“Hmm, I’m not sure I believe your apology.” He stood, pulling me up from the counter and flush to his chest. His hands wandered down my front, pinching my nipples and cupping my sex. “You might need to show me how sorry you are.”

I turned in his arms until I met his heated gaze. Without breaking eye contact, I lowered myself to my knees. His muscles tensed beneath my hands as I slowly ran them up his legs until I reached his zipper.

His hand stilled mine and squeezed. “You sure, baby?”

A smile curved my lips as I pressed my cheek against his leg and nodded. I was the one on my knees, but as his gaze heated me from the inside out, I felt powerful and desired.

I nudged his hand away and slowly unzipped his dress pants, exposing his black boxers. I dragged those down with his pants, revealing his thick, dripping cock.

“Will you tell me what to do?” I’d done a bit of research since the last blow job I’d given him, but I still didn’t feel totally confident.

Romeo swore, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling. “Killing me.” Then his hands were on my face, caressing my jaw. “Start with whatever feels good, pretty girl, and I’ll direct you from there.”

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