Page 140 of Forbidden Romeo

I slap it, earning me a whimper.

“Good girl, you like that?” I praise her, earning me another one.

I slap her again, this time hard enough for the skin to turn a beautiful pink.

This time she groans loudly and arches her back. It drives me deeper within her, and I have to concentrate hard not to come instantly.

Instead, I concern myself with wrapping her auburn hair around one fist so I can push her further over the sofa with my other.

She’s so willing to please me, so desperate to obey every touch and command.

I slap her again. This time my handprint lingers there for a moment.

“J-Jack!”

I feel her tighten and contract around me as the orgasm hits. Her cry of pleasure is the most angelic thing I’ve ever heard, and I measure my breath so I can keep up my rhythm. Guiding her through the shudders of ecstasy as her walls relax around me.

Aimee collapses onto the sofa, unable to hold herself up on her toes a moment longer.

I withdraw, admiring my handiwork on her perfect ass. The possessive male inside me is proud to have made my mark there. My fingers reach for my rock-hard cock as I look at her, completely spent. Completelymine.

After a moment, she picks herself up and turns to me. Her eyes zone in on my hand, and she sinks to her knees.

“Aimee…” I grunt as she reaches for me.

“Please,” she murmurs against my thigh, kissing up toward my crotch in the most tantalizing way.

I don’t need to answer. One looks down at her huge chocolate eyes, and she knows I consent to this.

As if any man in the world would say no to her perfect lips wrapping themselves around his cock.

The noises I make are ungodly. She takes me deeper and deeper, expertly working me at a rhythm we’ve become so familiar with. I want to do nothing but live in this moment forever.

My fingers curl into her hair and grunt out a warning just as I come undone in her mouth. The orgasm hits me in waves as she swallows everything I give her. Licking so delicately around my most sensitive parts.

I sink to my knees next to her.

When I kiss her, I taste myself. It’s a filthy, desperate kiss that has us curling into each other, and I lower us to the floor. The thick carpet cushions my spent body as I hold onto her tightly.

She lies across my chest, and we just breathe together. In and out. The words I want to say fill my mind, almost winding me with the force they appear. It all feels so clear now, why Aimee is so important, why I’m willing to do all this. Love is such a foreign concept to me but for her? I’d do it. I’d do anything for her.

But right now? In the small moment of calm before the inevitable storm, I can’t bring myself to say it.

“You’re the only thing that matters to me now,” I say instead.

She kisses my chest.

“I know,” she whispers back.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Aimee

Jack and I walk intoLuckieshand in hand.

The underground boxing ring looks exactly as it did the last two matches—but somehow, the atmosphere feels more electric. Like every person in every seat is anticipating something huge. I suppose it is the final match, so it shouldn’t be surprising.

But it could also just be me. Our plan to start a coup feels more real with every step we take, and the buzz of adrenaline feels like it’s radiating off my very skin.

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