Page 113 of Precious Legacy

“Don’t,” I chuckle, rounding the kitchen island to pour out some coffee. I need it after the weekend we’ve had.

We’ve been christening every surface in the apartment since Friday night.Ournew apartment. It feels so strange to think that Roman and I have officially moved in together. Cohabitation isn’t exactly new to us since we’ve literally spent the last month living in my apartment, but this is different. This isours.

I was all for going back to my own little place in the Bronx after the ordeal with Prescott, but Roman’s words struck a chord with me. He wants me to be safe, and we both know my old apartment was anything but. If Prescott can get in, anyone can, and I know that worries not only Roman, but my entire family. I can rest easy knowing Prescott’s out of the picture now, but it’s only a matter of time before one of us becomes a target again. Isense this is Roman’s way of ensuring my safety, and I can’t say I’m complaining. This entire place is safer than the goddamn White House.

I don’t have anything to worry about when it comes to someone breaking in here. They’d be hard pressed to get past security, let alone up to this level. The apartment spans the entire top floor of the building, with views that exceed the Empire State Building. I’ve always loved the city, but being this high makes me appreciate it so much more.

I get to see the sun setting over the skyline from a large balcony that’s attached to the living room. You don’t hear the hustle and bustle of the people below, and somehow, the air feels cleaner up here.

Roman wraps his arms around me from behind as I stir sugar into my mug. “My turn,” he growls in my ear as he slides his hand into my sleep shorts.

Leaning my head back on his shoulder, I close my eyes and let him work my clit with his fingers. I really can’t afford to be late, and I’m already skating close to time, but it feels too good.

He runs his tongue along my neck and I tilt it to the side for more. His warm breath brushes my skin as he chuckles deeply. Even his silent taunts get me off, and it’s only a matter of time before my knees start shaking.

A needy whimper leaves my throat when he sinks a finger into my pussy, and I can’t help but rock back and forth over the heel of his palm as he draws out an orgasm. My chest heaves and the cry that leaves my lips is hauntingly loud.

“That’s it, Presh. Come all over my fingers.”

My body shudders as a blissful wave crashes over me, heaving me forward onto the counter as Roman slowly circles my clit.

“I should… get ready…” I pant, but I can’t find it in me to move.

Slipping his hand out of my shorts, he grips my hips and spins me around, pressing his lips to mine. “And miss out on all the fun?”

I’ve gained enough consciousness now to slap his bare chest with the back of my hand, his muscles flexing beneath my touch. “We’ve had fun all weekend,” I laugh. “And we can have more fun when I get home tonight.”

“Hmm…” he answers breathlessly, running his nose along mine. “Home... I love it when you say that.” He’s wearing that lazy look again, filled with adoration that makes my heart skip.

Sliding my arms around him, I lean up and nip his bottom lip with my teeth. “I hate you, Roman Genovese.”

His eyes glaze over at the same time he looks down at me with a soft smile. “I love you too, Presh.”

I’ve spent the past week distracting myself with my training, diving head first into my classes as a way to prove I can still do this. The last thing I want to do is draw attention to myself, so I’m trying to act as normal as possible—which is easier said than done with the knowledge of what transpired a week ago.

Luckily, I have Savannah to keep my mind busy. She’s a talker at the best of times, but right now I couldn’t be more grateful that she’s droning on about some guy she hit it off with over the weekend.

“Honestly, Lani. He’d make your panties drop!” Savannah gushes as we head to our physical training session.

“Doubtful,” I mumble. My pussy still throbs from where Roman had me pinned against the kitchen counter as I was just about to leave. Unfortunately, he did it purely to tease me, and it worked. All I can think about it getting home and letting him fuck me in all the ways he promised.

Savannah nudges me as we pace down the hallway. “Did you hear about Prescott?”

My blood runs cold at the mention of his name. I’m still worried about somebody finding out what happened. I was assured it was all handled, but without really knowing the details about his disappearance, I’m on edge. Someone is going to be missing him, and it won’t be hard to put the pieces of this fucked up puzzle together. Savannah is sharper than she looks and I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s already figured it out. As close as we’ve gotten, some things are better left in the dark.

“No?” I reply, feigning nonchalance as we step into the locker room.

“Apparently, his brother was killed and he had to go back to Philly to handle the funeral.”

“Really?” I swallow thickly, turning away from her so she can’t see the surprise in my eyes. I don’t know what my brother and Roman did to cover up his murder, but I sense this has something to do with it.

I try not to show my true emotions on the subject, though. It’s better for everyone if Prescott is never mentioned again. “Hopefully, he stays there,” I retort.

“You and me both,” Savannah laughs, sliding past me to get to her locker. “I swear he was into something dodgy.”

I hum back passively in response before pulling out my gym kit. My mind reels with all the questions I wish I could ask Roman, or even my brother. There’s been an unspoken rule between us recently where we don’t keep secrets if we can help it. But since this secret protects me, I’m better off not askingquestions, especially since I won’t get the answers I’m looking for.

We fall into silence as everyone piles into the room, a buzz of excitement and wariness enveloping us as we get changed. I don’t know what all the chatter is about, because this is just another Monday afternoon for us.

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