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“You’ve been here before?”
“Yeah, Grandma got married here,” she muttered. “I didn’t get to see much of anything but the inside of the hotel. Phoenix and I tried to sneak out, but we got caught every time.”
I chuckled, trying to picture that. “Your father didn’t have guards on you?”
I’d heard about her grandmother’s wedding, tying her to one of the oldest English families. The Duke of Glasgow. The world had compared their pairing to that of Grace Kelly’s and the Prince of Monaco, albeit at a much later stage in life.
“Grandma objects to having guards.” It didn’t surprise me. Her grandmother was one of the most celebrated Hollywood legends of her time, and it was no secret she’d disapproved of her daughter’s marriage to Romero in the beginning. Her family dated back two generations and were considered Hollywood royalty, so she’d been quick to snub him and his link to the criminal underworld. And who could fault the dragon’s fierce protectiveness?
It was one thing that nobody seemed to understand, the power that the now Dutchess of Glasgow had over Romero. She controlled her granddaughters’ wealth and their lives. It was probably a good thing, because the old man might have otherwise used their riches to settle debts as a result of dumb business moves.
“So will it be just the two of us at your place?” she asked again.
My lips twitched. “Yes, just us.”
“Good.”
“Really?” She nodded, grinning widely. “Why is that good?”
She rolled her eyes, mischief shining in them. “Because I want more sex.”
Her voice was confident but a blush spread over her creamy skin, and I couldn’t help grinning like a teenage boy about to get lucky. For that, I might just drive a tad bit faster to get back to Paris.
A country song filtered through the car speaker and Reina sang along with it, her voice soft and melodious.
The bottled-up tension rolled off me as she crossed her legs, tempting me to pull over and take her all over again. I was being a greedy bastard. It wasn’t just her body I needed, it was her soft moans, her love-stricken eyes, and her words.
She bared more of her smooth thighs and my heartbeat pulsed in my dick. I knew every curve and dip by heart now, and the mental image was burning into my brain. Reina had the hottest little body made for sinning, but it was her eyes—soft and innocent—and her heart that pierced a hole through my chest.
Just the thought of her ever looking at anyone else like that burned in my throat and left an acidic taste in my mouth.
She was mine. Her laugh, her fears, her sorrow, and her joy. Every inch of her body, heart, and soul was for me, just as every part of me was for her.
And I’d wage war against anyone who dared take her from me.
49
REINA
I’d been in his apartment for two days and three nights.
We hadn’t stepped foot outside since we got back to Paris. Our only interactions with the outside world were my replies to the girls that I was fine while they ragged my ass about too much sex and Amon ordering food deliveries.
He ordered Japanese food from Oba on the first night, had it delivered, then fed it to me. We hadn’t even managed to finish our meal before he was on top of me, thrusting into me. We attempted to watch a movie, and less than fifteen minutes in, we’d ended up on the coffee table, my legs hooked over his shoulder and his head buried in my heat. And showers were even worse. Or better, I should say.
On the third night, sweat ran in rivulets down my back and my curls were damp, sticking to my skin. Every inch of my body was pliant, my muscles jelly as Amon and I tried out every sexual position we could think of. I even asked him to spank my butt. It wasn’t that exciting, but the rest of the things we tried were riveting.
We’d also gone through a whole box of condoms.
Holding my hips, he lined the head of his cock up with my entrance. He slid his hot shaft over my pussy, teasing me.
“Amon,” I whimpered, jutting my butt back as he slid inside me. “Please, I need you.”
I was so wet that he entered me effortlessly, filling me perfectly. He slammed into me, pumping and fucking me like a madman. With his every thrust, my eyes rolled back and all thoughts fluttered away. Bent over the kitchen table, my legs trembled as he fucked me so hard the hinges squeaked in protest. My breasts pressed against the cool surface, his hot muscles at my back, he fucked me hard. Taking it all. Giving me his all.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured against my ear, nipping at my earlobe. “Take all of me.”
My moans trembled, vibrating against the cabinets, tile, and glass doors that gave us a full view of the city.
