Page 85 of Of Grief And Gratitude

“Romeo, I can’t,” I panted. I needed him to stop; I needed the pressure to stop.

“You can,” he forced out where he stood between my legs. He turned me and pressed my thigh down to the bed, giving the camera a different view. “You will. I want to feel you soak my hand, and then I’ll shove my cock deep in your needy little pussy and make you come again.”

Romeo’s forearm flexed with exertion, and I felt something inside me give, rushing out.

“Yes,” he hissed, tearing his hand away and grabbing my leg as he filled me with his cock. “So fucking wet. Let’s see if we can make that happen again. Don’t take your fingers off your clit.”

He angled my hips so the head of his dick rammed into that spot again and again, the pressure building until I screamed out my release and soaked his shaft. My arms fell limp, and I couldn’t even open my eyes as Romeo’s hips moved almost violently, spreading me wide as my pussy fluttered around him. I ached deliciously, savoring the pinch of pain every time he bottomed out.

“Look at me, mia fiamma.” Romeo’s expression was intense when I got my vision to focus, his jaw tight and sweat trickling down his stubble. It dripped onto my hardened nipple, and I massaged it in, drawing an animalistic sound from his lips. His movements became erratic, and his eyes shut tightly as he faltered and plunged deep with a final thrust. “Fuck. Fuck, I’m coming.”

I stroked his chest with my nails, leaving fine white lines behind and making him twitch inside me. When he didn’t open his eyes, my satisfaction turned to worry. “You okay?”

His head jerked with a nod, and he stroked the leg still gripped tightly in his hand as he looked down at me. “So good. Fuck. Your pussy. Gonna kill me, Riona.”

“Not today,” I joked with a giggle, shifting when my hip cramped. He released my leg and pulled away, spreading me in front of the camera again.

Looking directly into the lens, he grinned possessively and spread my labia. “Look at all that pussy. So puffy and wet. So full of me.”

“Mm,” I moaned, trailing my hand down my body as Romeo watched, his cock still half-hard. I felt the warm mess between my thighs, coating my fingers and bringing them to my lips, then making a show of licking them clean. “I like you in me.”

“Fuck, Riona.”

Romeo shut the camera off and covered my body with his, kissing me until our lips were red and swollen. Finally, I wriggled out from under him against his protests and ran to the bathroom before returning to find him under the covers.

He patted the spot next to him. “Climb in.”

“Seems like the perfect time for a nap.” I slid in next to him, resting my head on his chest as he covered us up. I breathed deeply, relaxing and closing my eyes, lulled to sleep by the soothing smell of Romeo’s body wash mingled with sex.

Sometime later, I was jolted awake when the bed shook as Romeo nearly fell onto the floor. At first, I thought he was having a nightmare, but then I sat up and watched him reach into the nightstand and pull out a gun.

“What’s going on?” I asked, my heart racing. It was still light out, but the sun had lowered, suggesting it was close to dinnertime.

He nodded toward the window. “Do you hear it?”

I listened, hearing tires on the gravel drive. “Who is that?”

“Nobody who’s supposed to be here,” he said grimly, pulling on his pants and checking his weapon. He walked over to one of the paintings on the wall and pressed on the corner, making it swing into the room, revealing a safe. He punched in a code and opened the vault, producing another gun and handing it to me. “Go to your room and lock the door. Don’t open it unless I tell you to.”

I clutched the weapon to my chest and climbed out of bed, following him out the door and continuing to my room while he hurried down the stairs. After locking the door behind me, I grabbed the first clothes I could reach; a pair of shorts and a tank top. I hurriedly dressed and stood beside my window, peering out just as a black SUV with tinted windows pulled up to the house. It looked all too similar to the vehicles criminal enterprise security drove.

Fuck.

Chapter Twenty-Five

I rechecked my weapon as I reached the bottom of the stairs, fully aware that if somebody had shown up with enough firepower, there was little I could do to save Riona or myself. I’d give her a fucking fighting chance, though. Peering out the window at the top of the door, I tried to make out who was in the black SUV that had pulled up next to my car. Whoever it was didn’t seem to be in a hurry to get out of the car, and they were being more obvious than I’d expect of my father’s men. Few people knew we were at the cabin or the cabin’s location.

When only the vehicle's front doors opened, revealing two men clad in black jeans and black hoodies, hats concealing their faces in the evening shadows, I decided to take a chance. My mind stilled, and my body followed, calm and purpose washing over me. Leading with my gun, I slowly opened the doors and pointed the pistol at the trespassers.

“Who the fuck are you, and what the hell are you doing on my property?”

The men held their hands up, but the driver grinned and looked up at me. “Romeo, oh Romeo! Where’s my warm welcome?”

“O’Connor.” I glared at Sean and realized the other man was the youngest son, Sam. “My question stands. Why are you here, and who told you how to find me?”

“Our Da sent us,” the younger brother explained. “Maybe lower the gun, huh?”

I dropped my weapon to my side, keeping it close in case they had ill intent. “Why did Seamus think I’d welcome your presence?”

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