Page 70 of Don't Break My Heart
“Romeo, you hurt me so fucking much. You and your brother made me feel like I was nothing more than a possession. Just something else daddy had acquired for you. When you boss me around and dictate my life, that’s how you make me feel.”
He shoves me onto my back and rolls on top of me, staring down at me. “It was never about taking your choices away. You have been stuck in this hell because of us; we couldn’t let you die because of us as well. I wanted to protect you, not possess you. But I can see how it would have felt for you. I fucked up, we all did, taking the choice away from you. I won’t do it again. I want us to be a team, work together like we did today.”
“With me blindfolded and handcuffed to you?” I quirk a brow.
“With you putting your trust in me to guide you through life safely, because from the first moment I laid eyes on you, all I wanted to do was take care of you. Let me, let go like you did today and put your faith in me.”
My heart races in fear. I want to, it would feel like taking the burden off my own shoulders, but it’s scary as well. “No more lies or secrets?”
“No more. I can’t live without you, Sloane, I won’t risk what we have.” He runs his already hard cock through my pussy. I’m not sure if he’s even aware of the fact he’s doing it or if it’s more of an absentminded thing while he talks to me.
“I won’t keep shit from you either. I should have told you about Valentine. I thought I could do it all on my own. Maybe we are better if we work together as a team.”
He pushes his thick cock inside of me, and I cry out. “There is no maybe about it.”
“Fuck, Romeo.”
He pumps into me. “You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?” He drives into me again, deeper this time. “I had to watch youparade around in front of me for over a week. Now I’m going to fuck you for the next two to make up for it.”
“We have work to do.”
His lips drop back to mine. “Yeah, fucking. That’s the only work on your agenda for the afternoon, sweetheart, boss’s orders.”
Chapter 30
IlieinRomeo’sarms as he places kisses down my neck. We have been tangled up together for hours. And I know I should get dressed and get back to work, but it’s so rare I get a moment of bliss, I want to enjoy it for a little longer.
My mind keeps traveling back to the game, to the challenges that were in there. Fear of the dark, fear of water, having to put my trust in Romeo to get me to safety; that game was tailor-made for me. And then there was the rose. I don’t know how he did it, how it would even survive the trip here alive, but I know where I have seen that exact type before. “That rose, it came from Italy, didn’t it?” I ask Romeo sleepily.
“It did.” He continues to place kisses down my shoulder, unaffected by my question.
“From Orlando’s villa?” I ask, an uneasiness sinking in now that my lust-filled fog is starting to fade.
“Yes,” he says with less certainty in his voice this time.
My heart constricts. I already knew, but it doesn’t mean it hurts any less. Orlando is helping fix things between me and Romeo. I pull away from Romeo and sit up, all of a sudden uncomfortable. I knew twins would be complicated, and that was when they hated each other, but somehow, them working together after what Orlando did to me makes it even more unnerving.
Romeo gives me a half smile. “He wants you to be happy, Sloane.”
“Could have fooled me. He hasn’t even bothered to contact me since he sent me away.” I huff, trying not to show how deeply it still hurts.
He presses a kiss to my lips. “I’m going to take a shower, you should join me.”
I gape back at him. “That’s it, end of discussion?”
“We have to spend the next two weeks together, I’m not spending them arguing with you.” He stands in the doorway looking sexy as all hell. He strokes down his cock, already hard again.
“You know we don’t have to follow my rules. We can’t anyway, we failed game three.”
“I guess we did. I’m still planning on spending the next two weeks glued to you. Come have a shower, I’ll make it worth your while.” He winks cheekily, trying to entice me, and fuck, it’s nearly enough.
“I need a minute.” I roll over onto my side away from him, needing a second to breathe. Needing a second to think without his sexiness invading my senses and clouding my brain. Why does he have to be so… so Romeo?
“Suit yourself,” he mutters back, and I hear the shower turn on. Steam floats into the room, and I know he hasn’t bothered to close the door. He’s probably still hoping I will change my mind and join him.
Half of me wants to, but then my mind travels back to Orlando, his face right before he walked away from me. The way he handed me those divorce papers, already signed, and told me I was free. He spent weeks trying to convince me I was his. Got so damn far under my skin and made me feel stuff I never thought I could for him. For the man who attacked me so long ago. But I opened up my heart to him and let him shatter it. Why would he help Romeo get me back?
Romeo’s phone rings on the side table. I roll over to see who’s calling, and the name Orlando lights up the screen. My heart kicks up a beat. He’s probably calling to high-five his brother for winning me back. Fresh pain radiates through my chest. He still communicates with him, but he has made no attempt to contact me. With fresh anger coursing through my veins, I accept the call, ready to get some fucking answers.
