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“I need you, mia fiamma,” he whispered roughly in my ear, nibbling on the lobe. I shivered, goosebumps raising on my skin in response to the desperation in his voice.

I tugged on his tie, loosening it and pulling it free from his neck before unbuttoning his white shirt enough to slip my hands inside and drag my nails over his chest. Romeo groaned with strained pleasure when I repeated the motion, and my hands moved further south, working to free his erection from his pants. It sprung free, hard and heavy and hot in my hand. My fist wrapped around his shaft, pumping him until he swore.

“Fuck, Riona,” he moaned. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep that up.”

“Well, that would be a waste, wouldn’t it?” I teased, hiking the skirt of my dress up and running my fingers through my arousal. “Wouldn’t you rather have this?”

I slipped my fingers inside his mouth, coating his tongue with my juices, then kissed him hard as I lifted my hips and pulled my panties to the side, lining his dick up with my entrance. Instead of lowering, I hovered there, dragging his tip through my slick slit.

“Riona,” Romeo growled. “Fucking sit on my cock. Now.”

I sat.

And fuck, he filled me so full.

I rocked my hips, adjusting to his size after a week without him inside me. “Feel good?”

“The best,” he moaned, his hips rising as I dropped down. “I’m gonna fill you up. Every fucking day.”

“Yes, please.” I wrapped my hands around Romeo’s neck and shifted back, changing the angle so I could grind his cock against my g-spot. “Fuck, right there. Make me come, Romeo.”

His hands gripped my hips hard, slamming me down onto him again and again. I swore as he worked me closer to my orgasm.

“Show me the ring, Riona,” he panted. “Look at how I own you while I fill you with my come.”

I fisted his shirt with my left hand, the diamond flickering in what little light remained. I was his. Forever.

My pussy tightened, and I gasped as the first wave of my climax crested over me, drowning me in sensual bliss as Romeo praised me.

“That’s it, mia fiamma. Eyes on me. Show me those beautiful blues while you take my come, baby.”

He clenched his jaw and grabbed my hand, kissing the ring as he stilled and pulsed inside me with a long, low groan. I flexed my inner walls, making his cock twitch.

“Do that again.” He barked out a husky laugh when I obliged. “Fuck, that feels good. You’re amazing.”

I grinned and kissed him. “You’re not so bad yourself, Romeo.”

“What do you say we grab a shower, and I can fuck you against the wall?” He stood, picking me up and waiting for me to wrap my legs around his waist before moving inside. “Grab the camera, will you?”

I reached for the little black device, which had recorded us fucking again. We’d have to split the proposal from that little encore. I didn’t think I’d survive the embarrassment of having others witness my private life again.

“Hey, Romeo?”

“Yeah?”

“If this recording gets out, I’m burning every camera you own.”

He laughed, his chest rumbling against mine as he set me down in the bathroom and turned the shower on. “Deal.”

I smiled sweetly. “I love you, Romeo.”

“I love you, too, Juliet.”

He stripped out of his clothes, leaving them in a pile on the bathroom floor before helping me out of mine. Then he backed me into the shower, washed me, and did very, very dirty things to me.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Riona was a damn miracle worker.

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