Page 162 of His Juliet

My lips twitched.

I slipped the ring off my finger and handed it back to him. “Get on your knee and ask me properly.”

He growled and nipped my lip in punishment, but he moved off the bed. His hands spanned my thighs as he pulled me to the edge of the mattress. He knelt before me, holding out the ring.

“Juliet, my angel. No one has ever loved the way I love you. I want forever with you. Will you marry me?”

Tears sprung to my eyes. “I love you so much.”

“And?” he asked impatiently.

I let out a watery chuckle. “Yes, of course I’ll marry you.”

“Of course you will.” He smirked, then placed the ring back on my finger.

It sparkled even in the low light. “It’s so pretty. Thank you.”

Romeo kissed my knee. “Anything for you.” He ran his hands up my legs, lightly squeezing my scars before moving in towards my core. He gave me a wolfish grin. “Since I’m already kneeling here, I might as well take advantage of my position.”

“Mmm, might as well.”

I squealed when he yanked me closer. I fell back as he spread my legs wide.

And he showed me how happy he was with my answer over and over again.

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I wokeup feeling unexpectedly rested. The first thing I did when I opened my eyes was stare at my new ring.

A low chuckle vibrated against my back. “Should I be jealous of the ring?”

I slowly rotated in the tangle of Romeo’s arms and legs until I faced him. “Don’t worry, your face is way prettier.”

He squeezed my ass hard. “Brat.”

I wiggled against him. I was a little sore from last night, but that didn’t stop my pussy from clenching with desperation to be filled again.

Romeo kissed me. “I know that look. You need to get fucked, don’t you, baby?”

I whimpered when he pressed his leg firmly between mine. I ground myself against it, the pleasure delicious, but nowhere near enough.

“That’s my girl. I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name. Do you want that?”

“Yes.Please.”

“You beg so prettily for me. But we have to do something else first.”

My forehead scrunched in a disgruntled frown. “Something else?”

“Yes. And if you’re a very good girl, you’ll get a reward.”

I clutched at him as he moved away, but when he reached for something inside his nightstand, I perked up. Maybe I was getting more presents. But what Romeo pulled out of the drawer was definitelynotjewelry.

My heart pounded when I saw the syringe and gauze in his hand. “Umm, what is that?”

He shifted us until we were sitting against the headboard. “This is lidocaine and this—” he grabbed something else out of the drawer—“is an autoinjector for a tracker.”

“A tracker?”

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