Page 26 of Dangerous Secrets

"Rome..." I back against the building and cross my arms over my chest. "This isn't a game. I can't do this tonight."

Rome leans in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "Who said anything about a game?" His voice is low and rough, sending a shiver down my spine. "I know you want this just as much as I do."

I try to push him away, but his grip on my hips tightens. His lips find mine, and I can't help but respond to the rough passion of his kiss. His tongue slides against mine, and I feel my body melting into him as he parts my silky robe and finds my panty line.

"I know you want this, baby," he says, his voice low and rough. "You can tell me you don't, but your body tells me otherwise..." He traces a finger along my panties, down to the space between my thighs and I gasp, my grip on his shoulders tightening. "You're so wet for me..."

I can't deny it any more. I am so wet for him, and I want nothing more than to give in to his touch.

Rome pushes his knee between my legs and grinds it slowly against my aching pussy. I feel my juices soak my panties, and I want nothing more than to let him have me right here, right now.

"Please..." I whisper, my voice just loud enough for him to hear.

"Please what?" he breathes into my ear. "Tell me what you want."

I take a deep breath, trying to regain control of my scattered thoughts. "I want—" I pause as he grinds his knee against me. My body is on fire for him, and I reach out for something to steady myself. My hands find the wall, and I lean against it, trying to catch my breath. "Oh my god..." I gasp, as his fingers slide beneath my panties and between my wet folds, parting my already soaking wet lips.

"I want you to fuck me," I say as he slides a finger inside me, my words coming out breathy and low. "Please, Rome. I need it..."

Rome moans loudly as his finger slides in and out of my pussy. I press myself against him, my mind completely clouded with lust. "You need it?" he asks, his voice deep and rough. "You need me to fuck you?"

I nod, gasping as he slides another finger into me. "Yes..."

"Say it, baby," he growls, his mouth finding my neck. "I want to hear you say it."

Rome's fingers curl up inside me, and his thumb finds my clit. I let out a low moan as he circles it with his thumb. "Please fuck me, Rome," I whisper, my voice desperate and broken. "Please..."

"Fuck, baby," he grunts, his fingers working their magic. He kisses my neck, and his stubble scratches against my skin. I hear his belt buckle, and then his zipper, and then he's there, thick cock grinding against my soggy undergarment.

"Rome, god..." I try pushing him away because this is fucking insane. The more times we fuck, the more I want to fuck. And the more I fall for him. But I fucking can't fall for him. "Rome, stop..." I protest, despite how badly I want him, but he ignores me, guiding his hard dick between my thighs and replacing his fingers with its girth.

He thrusts and pushes me against the brick wall. I feel the cold bricks against my back, and his hands are on my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh. "Rome..." I gasp, feeling him push against me. He's so big, I'm overwhelmed, and I need more. "Please..." I push back against him, and I feel him stretch me. I lean my head against the wall and close my eyes as he fills me up. "Oh my god, Rome," I whisper, my voice barely audible. I feel full and stretched and so fucking incredibly good.

He pumps into me, and I can feel him grow even bigger. "Oh my god, you're so tight," he groans.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to—" My words are choked out by the convulsions of orgasm that claim my body. Here in the alley, squeezed against the bricks, he makes me come hard. My body twitches and spasms. I claw at his sides and whimper.

I feel him growl deeply, and he pushes into me one last time, filling my pussy up with his cum. He pants against my neck, his fingers digging into my hips as he fills me up with his seed. He takes a deep breath, pressing his forehead against my shoulder.

He gasps as he pulls out of me. "Fuck..." I hear him whisper, his voice still full of lust. I look up at him and try to say something, but I can't. I stand there, leaning against the wall, my eyes half-lidded. All concept of time has escaped me. He's done it again, causing me to come undone. He has that power over me, and it's one I'm not proud of.

When the door latch clicks and it swings open, Rome steps back, moving to the shadow where he tucks his still hard cock back into his slacks. I expect Ben. I expect some sort of warning that the guys are coming or that it’s time for my show to start. But it’s not Ben, and it’s not Tony. It’s some muscle Mickey hired to keep the riff raff away.

“What the fuck is going on out here?” Two of them walk out of the door and into the light and I step between them and Rome, but one pushes me aside, forcing me into the back of the club and shutting the door.

I pound on the door for a second but it’s no use. One of them is leaning on it and I’m safely inside where I can’t see what’s happening. It’s not Rome I fear for; it’s them. He’s a trained killer just like me, and he will fuck them up. The problem is it will only cause things for me to get worse and he doesn’t even know it. If only he’d just listened to me and left when I told him I couldn’t tonight. He has no clue how close Soren and Mickey are to taking this job away from me and doing it themselves.

“You ready?” Ben asks, startling me. I never saw him coming.

“Uh—” I glance at the door “—yeah.” I turn my back and leave Rome to defend himself and follow Ben back to the dressing room, Rome’s cum still dripping down my thigh. That man has a way of making my pussy melt for him and I hate it. The problem is, I also love it.

And that’s a very bad problem to have right now.

17

ROME

Istep out of the shadows, watching Bianca be tucked inside the club as if she were a helpless victim these men are protecting. It isn’t the way I wanted it to go, but I have no choice. I took a chance coming here after being thrown out and she did try to warn me.

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