Page 77 of Worth the Trouble

It’s dangerous for me to want his answer to be a yes. We both know all roads lead to me eventually walking away and him going back to his rock and roll world that has no room for a dance princess. But I can’t help but cling to this moment and wish for time to slow so I don’t have to let go of it.

In Rome’s bed, tied to his headboard, the feeling of his dick still fresh in the back of my throat. I want him to have me—to keep me. Just like he wants to be the one to tarnish what he views as perfection. I want to be the woman with the power to decimate the heart of Rome Moreno.

Proof there are no winners in this loser’s game.

Rome grabs his dick and pumps it in his fist, his gaze focused on my spread legs and exposed pussy. He rubs the head of it against me, and the piercing flicks back and forth over my clit.

“I’ve never fucked someone bare,” he says, dragging the head through my wetness and nudging at my entrance.

I’m breathing so hard I might be hyperventilating.

“I can’t be the man to own your heart, Lili.” He looks at me, and I think I spot sadness in his gaze. “But I need you anyway.”

“You have me.”

My heart, my soul, my body. Little does he know he already has all of it.

I lift my hips, dragging myself along the head of his dick. “Get lost with me.”

With one hand, he positions himself again, planting the other firmly on my chest, holding me down. He nudges in once, twice, before thrusting fully inside. It’s so hard and brutal, it kicks the air from my lungs to my throat. I see nothing but darkness for a split second.

There’s nothing between us, and I feel every bit of him inside me. He moves and his piercing rubs against places that feel like magic.

“Fuck,” he says, still barely moving. “Your pussy feels so good.”

I open my eyes to see him bracing himself with one hand on my thigh and one on my chest. His eyes are locked where our bodies connect.

“You almost made me black out,” I tell him.

He looks up at me and smiles at my statement. “Almost?”

Rome leans in, bracing his hands on either side of me to bring us face to face. I tip my chin up to brush my lips over his.

“Almost,” I repeat.

“Well then…” He starts to move. His hips might be waves the way he rolls them. He’s yet to pick up pace, but already, I feel myself building from the feeling of him fully inside me. “Let’s see if we can’t make that happen.”

He starts thrusting into me harder. His lips claim mine, and I wrap my legs around him. Without the use of my hands, I’m at his mercy. I open my mouth, and he dips his tongue in, so I suck on it, wanting all of him—in every way.

I can barely hold myself together as he goes faster and harder. It hurts so good I feel like I’m being lit on fire. Rome kisses me along my jaw and down my neck, before kissing a path back again. His hips roll, and he hits the back of me with his piercing at the same time as his teeth sink into my lower lip.

And that’s it. I see darkness. Stars. A universe. I become fragments swimming around. And as I tighten around him, I feel his warmth spill into me. Rome buries his face in the crook of my neck and fucks me through his release.

And I couldn’t be more excited or scared. Because Rome wants to destroy me, and I want to let him.

25

Rome

Thecoffeemugisbroken.

I’m staring down the barrel of a gun, and it’s all I can think about. The coffee mug with the all-seeing eye etched into it is in pieces.

To anyone else, it might seem like an insignificant thing to think about at a time like this. But it’s all I can focus on—the shards of an object. So breakable, easy to lose, and temporary.

But this was hers.

I only have one picture left of her, and in it, she was holding that mug. She had both hands wrapped around it and the rim hid her smile. But I saw it in her eyes. She was happy.

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