Page 63 of Under His Watch

“Watch me,” he ordered.

I opened my eyes and stared into his. The light blue was so bold and vibrant, flashing so hot and fierce.

“Watch me as I make love to you.”

I nodded, kissing him quickly because I needed his lips on me.

“Watch me as I fuck your tight cunt.” He pounded into me harder.

“As I keep my fingers in your sweet ass.” He growled, so close to coming himself.

“Give it to me, Romeo,” I begged as he worked in and out of me. My mouth hung open as I frantically pulled in air to breathe. “I want you. I want it all.”

“Fuck!” He furrowed his brow, staring at me and straining to push me over the edge of tortuous buildup to relief.

A moment later, he did. Every nerve ending felt frayed, and with a pulsing rush of bliss so sweet and potent that I cried, I came. My pussy clenched his hardness that jerked and spilled his cum so deep inside me. The muscles in my ass tightened as he continued to stroke his fingers. Together, we came. His release seemed to be a hard and blindingly brutal one like mine. I didn’t have much to compare to, but I had never, ever come so hard in my life.

After he pulled his fingers out of me and slid out, his dick smearing our cum on my thigh, we lay there panting and gasping for air.

For a long while, I came down from the high snuggled against him. Words weren’t necessary. Speech was impossible. All we could do was lie there and recover our breath as our hearts slowed back down.

My entire body was numb with bliss. My arms and legs felt leaden with a heaviness that had me giving up the idea of anything but sleeping.

He didn’t let me. Eventually, he urged me to slide over so he could stand. While I lay there and smiled, too whipped and satisfied to even think about moving, he went into the bathroom and cleaned up. He returned with a wet cloth and cleaned me up. Then he climbed right back into bed and hugged me close.

Stroking his hand over my back, he sighed deeply. Between the comfort of his hard, hot body, the security of his hug as tender aftercare, and the soothing sensations of his hand rubbing back and forth on me, I drifted closer and closer to sleep.

Before I gave in to the lure of a deep rest, I figured we would talk about these new steps we’d taken tomorrow. Any talking could wait. After that heated trial of sex, passing out was all we could handle.

But he had to have the last word.

“I love you, Tessa.”

His voice was so low, so soft, that I couldn’t tell whether I was dreaming or not. And with the next deep rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek, suggesting that his even breath meant he was already checked out, I wondered if he’d said it consciously or not.

25

ROMEO

With the help of Nina and Eva, Tess easily adapted and fell into her role as my woman. They were critical in answering her many questions about who was who and what happened with the Domino Family, the Giovannis, and even the bikers.

The Constella organization had ample enemies. For many generations, we’d fought plenty of others who wanted the power we’d amassed and funneled into more wealth and dominance. They would never beat us, but I understood how Tessa might feel lost with all the names tossed around and the rumors that could be shared about what happened when and where, and how it could cause ripples of consequences. A crash course wouldn’t be enough, but I was glad that Nina and Eva were available to help Tessa fit in.

One such night, when we came to the mansion so I could meet with my father and Franco, I caught snippets of what the women chattered about in the kitchen. Over coffee and cake, they gossiped and joked around to the point that I had to refrain from laughing.

“I’m just saying,” Nina teased. “When Dante and I are married, I’ll be Romeo’s stepmom.”

I rolled my eyes. Technically, I supposed she would be. But it wouldn’t mean anything or change anything.

Eva laughed harder. “And then when you marry?—”

“If,” Tessa argued.

“If and when you marry Romeo,” she went on, “you would become Nina’s stepdaughter-in-law.”

I smiled from my seat in the other room, where they must have assumed I couldn’t hear them. The idea of marrying Tessa filled me with pride and joy. She already felt like my wife. We lived together. I provided for her. We slept together and shared as much intimacy as we could. I was damned proud of her for overcoming her fear of anything anal, and the fact that she could showed how much she trusted me.

Marrying Tessa would be in the plans. I wasn’t sure when or how to make it happen, but I would. There was no doubt in my mind that we would be together forever, and looking forward to it gave me the ultimate sense of purpose.

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