Page 12 of Fragile Union

“Easy, doll face, lie back and enjoy. I know I fucking will.”

He continues to pleasure me and I’m squirming beneath his touch. “God, Rome,” I whisper.

“I fucking love your taste, I could become addicted to it.”

I close my eyes as a burning builds up inside of me. “Rome,” I whisper.

“Let it happen, Hol, let it build. I want to watch you detonate.” His finger attacks my clit and I’m done for, my body bows yet again as my legs begin to shake. “So, fucking responsive,” he growls. “Come for me, doll face.”

“Ahhhh,” I cry out as my orgasm takes over me.

I blink once I’m able to compose myself and he’s hovering over me, already in position to take me. The sheer determination in his eyes has me tensing. He thrusts into me, and pain explodes inside of me, making me cry out.

“Fuck, doll face, I’m sorry,” he whispers to me, and I gasp as he withdraws before thrusting inside of me once again. This time though, he stays rooted inside of me. “There was no way for me not to hurt you,” he tells me. “Let me know when you’re adjusted to me.” His hands tighten on my ass as he stills inside of me, letting the pain subside so I can get accustomed to him.

I wiggle beneath him, testing it out. When his cock thickens inside of me, I moan. No more pain. I need him. It’s as though my body’s burning only for him, it’s only he who can extinguish this.

“Dammit,” he grits out as he begins to move, slowly at first, in and out. His muscles bound tight as he keeps his weight off me.

My walls tighten around him as he continues to thrust, his movements getting faster and harder. I cling to him as I move against him, grinding as he pushes into me.

I whimper as his fingers tighten on my hips, but he doesn’t stop, he doesn’t relent. He thrusts into me as though he’s a starved man who hasn’t had his fill for years. The possessive gleam in his eyes tells me that this is more than about sex, this is about ownership. I’m his wife. Untouched, unblemished, and all his.

“Fuck,” he roars as he thrusts harder than before and buries himself to the hilt inside of me. His cock expands as he releases inside of me.

My body is completely spent;I don’t even have the energy to raise my head. “You okay?” he asks quietly.

“Yeah, just let me sleep.”

His chuckle isdeep and sends shivers over my body. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says as he lifts me into his arms.

“I can walk,”I meekly protest, but I can’t deny how good it feels to be in his arms.

He ignoresme and sets me onto the counter in the bathroom and uses a washcloth to clean me up. I try to take the washcloth from him, feeling awkward now we’re not in bed. “Doll face, you’re mine. That means every inch of you, and I take care of what’s mine.”

My heart racesat his words. I know I shouldn’t take him literally; he’s already said he doesn’t do love.

When he’s finished,he carries me back to the bed. I’m so tired, I rest my head against his shoulder.

He laysme down on the bed and slides in behind me, his front to my back as he slings an arm over me, he pulls the covers over us and I snuggle back against him.

“Goodnight, Rome,”I whisper, my eyes already closed and my body easing into sleep.

“Night, doll face,”he replies, his breath hot against my neck.

I fallasleep thinking it’s not going to take long before I fall hard for him and when I do I know that it’s only going to end in heartbreak.

Four

ROMERO

TWO WEEKS LATER

I reach for my cell that's lying on the kitchen counter and type out a text to my men. It's time for a meeting and heads will be rolling today.

"Where's Holly?" Makenna asks me as she walks into the room.

I shrug not glancing up from my cell phone. "Haven't seen her this morning."

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