Page 42 of Don't Break My Heart
“Like what?”
“Like I’m broken.” His fingers dig into my bare ass, and he rocks me over his hard cock, showing me how not broken he is.
“Not broken, just a little damaged.” I kiss down his chest, carefully missing where the bullet got him this time. Then I lift my hips and lower onto his cock, moaning as he fills me up.
I rock over him, enjoying the small amount of control he’s finally letting me have. It might be because he’s not supposed to be engaging in any physical activity until his wound has healed, but I’m going to take it. Watching him come undone with every rock of my hips is damn empowering.
He reaches up, playing with my tits, rolling my nipples between his fingers in a way that sends delicious signals right through my body. I pant and moan, my cries filling the air as I rock faster, my swollen clit pulsing with every thrust. His fingers dust down my body and dig into my hips as he becomes more desperate. “You’re so beautiful like this, treasure.” His voice sounds pained, and I worry that I might be hurting him. But he digs his fingers in tighter and moves with me, fucking me every bit as hard as I’m rocking over him.
I feel like my body is possessed, moving of its own accord, chasing the high that he gives me so damn well. My pussy tightens, and all of a sudden, I’m seeing stars again. “Orlando.” His name slips from my lips as a cry.
He bucks into me, filling me with his own release. “Treasure,” he cries his name for me. Then he pulls me in close, so close our foreheads are touching. His hand takes mine, and I feel him absentmindedly trace the ring he gave me as our breathing starts to return to normal. I have no idea how long we hold each other like this, but it’s everything.
Eventually he rolls me off him and sits up. He stares at the wall in front of him, slightly out of it, I think. I know I am still riding the high he gave me. He turns back to me. “You want that whiskey now?”
Chapter 19
Groggily,Iblinkopenmy eyes. The room in front of me is bright, and I squint, trying to block out the stream of daylight blinding me. How much did I have to drink last night? I remember a couple of wines then a whiskey with Orlando, but that was it. Nothing that should have me feeling like I spent a night out with the girls. But my head throbs and my vision is blurry as fuck. I go to run a hand through my bird’s nest of hair and realize I can’t. What the fuck? It’s attached to something hard. I try to move it again, my heart kicking up a beat. My eyes fly open in a panic. I’m trapped.
“What the fuck, Romeo,” I scream when my blurry vision clears, and he’s the first one I see from his seated position across from me.
“She’s awake,” he mutters to someone over his shoulder. He stands and drops down onto his knees in front of me, his fingers tangling in mine as he looks up at me, the guiltiest fucking expression on his face I have ever seen. “It’s okay, doll face. Won’t be long until we take off, then we can get you out of those restraints.”
Restraints. I glance down at my wrist to find what he’s blathering on about. I’m fucking attached to the arm of the chair with what looks like a couple of cable ties. “Oh fuck no. Get me out of these now,” I shriek back at him, tugging at the restraints violently as panic takes over.
He shoots up to standing, getting the hell out of my way as I try to kick him. “Sloane, calm the fuck down.”
My death glare lands on him, and I suck in ragged breaths. “Calm down? Are you fucking kidding me, Romeo? Get these off me.” My words are sharp and filled with poison. I don’t know what the hell is going on here, but what I do know is he’s gone too far this time.
Orlando comes into view, walking down the aisle of what I now realize is their family jet. His hands come to my wrists, his fingers clamping over them softly. “Don’t fight the bindings, treasure, you will only hurt yourself.”
Cold sweat trickles down my back. These assholes have me trapped again. My glare fixes on him, turning deadly. “Why am I tied to the chair on your jet, motherfucker?”
His lips twist up at the sides, his handsome face lighting up. He looks relaxed and happy for the first time since we arrived in Italy. “You’re going home, treasure.”
My heart kicks up a beat for so many reasons, the small sliver of trust between us vanishing in an instant. He knows this isn’t what I want anymore. “We haven’t finished what we came to do,” I snap back, trying to work out what is really going on. What the fuck the twins are now hiding from me.
A flash of something that looks a lot like sympathy registers in his eyes, but it couldn’t be, this fucker doesn’t have a sympathetic bone in his body. “Your job here is done.”
“We can’t afford for you to get hurt, and with the war Orlando’s about to start, we know you would be caught in the crossfire,” Romeo explains like it should help to change my mind.
I flick my angry gaze between them, my heart feeling like it’s about to pound out of my ribcage. “What war are you about to start?” I seethe.
“Moretti against Moretti. I can’t unhear what we all learned last night, and after digging into my papa’s affairs a little more, both Romeo and I think it’s best we take you someplace safer while I stay to clean up the mess.” His words are kind, caring even, like he’s really concerned for my welfare, but we both know that can’t be true if his solution right now is to send me away like some weak little girl who can’t protect herself.
“This is my fight now as well, I want to stay and help you. I deserve to be at your side.”
Romeo looks me over, his eyes lingering on my bindings. “That’s what we thought you would say.”
Fuck! I tug at the bindings again, my icy glare fixing on Orlando. I should have fucking known he was up to something last night, being all sexy as hell, fucking seducing me into his trap. They knew I would fight them on this, so they took the choice away from me. “What the fuck did you put in my drink, motherfucker?” I yank so hard on the bindings I draw blood as the thick plastic cuts into my skin. But I don’t fucking care, I have to get out of them before this jet takes off.
Orlando runs a hand down the side of my face, cupping my chin as his eyes lock with mine. I feel his love for me, and it fucking hurts because how could someone who loves me treat me like this? “Sloane, this is for the best. You will be safe, and you get to go back to your life. That’s what you wanted all along.”
“But…” I glance at Romeo. They can’t be serious. Not now. “But what about Daisy, what about all the girls at that club? We should be fighting this together. How dare you take my fucking choice away from me again.”
Orlando sits calmly beside me. He’s so damn composed I want to slap him across his pretty fucking face just to get a reaction. He produces some papers and lays them on the coffee table in front ofme. “I’m giving you your life back, treasure, your life will be your own again. Make it whatever you want.”
I suck in a ragged breath. Pain radiates through me as I glance over the paper and see they are divorce papers. His name is already signed on the dotted line. Just like that. What the actual fuck. He’s divorcing me?! I blink back at them, too in shock to form a sentence.
