Page 42 of Precious Legacy

“Because,” Axel shrugs. “There’s one in every family.”

“You wanna come in?” I ask Varo as we pull up outside Alanis’ apartment to see my car parked at the curb. I already know the answer before it comes, but he can’t blame me for wanting him to make amends with his sister.

“Nah,” he says, shaking his head. “I’ll leave you to deal with her.”

“You’re an ass, you know that?” I push open the passenger door of his Mercedes, the glow of the street lamps cascading over the car. It’s only seven in the evening, but it’s been a long enough day that I’m ready to sink into bed. Or Alanis—they’re both appealing right now.

“Yup!” Varo laughs. “And I’ve had to deal with her mood swings for long enough. It’s your turn.”

I guess I deserve that after spending the last five years in a different state. Though I don’t think it can be used as an excuse for much longer, I’ll be happy to cheer up his sister.

Pushing out the car, I say goodbye and head to Alanis’ apartment. When I reach the door, I can hear music; ‘Monster’ by Red Velvet playing loudly inside. While I prefer to let out my anger on a punching bag, Alanis always plays music when she’s in a mood, especially loud music.

Since there’s no way she’ll hear me knock—which would be the polite thing to do— I run my hand along the top of the door frame, searching for the key I left here last time. I pride myself on there being no secrets between Alanis and I, but this one I can afford to keep. My finger runs over and over along the small wooden ledge, searching for the damn key. I’m sure I left it here.No, IknowI left it here. After my last visit, I stole her spare so I didn’t have to spend time picking her lock again—because that shit takes effort—and left it above the door.

Just in case I’m mistaken, I bend down and flip up the door mat. Clearly, I’m not as clever or as quiet as I thought, because the door swings open and Alanis is standing in tiny black shorts and a sports bra, holding the very key I was searching for.

“Looking for this?” she accuses with one hand on her hip and amusement painted across her features.

“Maybe,” I answer, straightening up and stepping over the threshold.

She peers up at me, green eyes narrowed in challenge as I snatch the key from her and pocket it.Since she knows, I might as well keep the thing.Her lush lips curl up in a smile as she backs away, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“I expected better,” she remarks as she moves backwards into the room.

“Oh yeah?” I stalk forward like a predator, until my body is pressed against hers, caging her against the back of the couch.

Wrapping my hand around her throat, I lean down and inhale her sweet scent. “And what were you expecting, exactly?”

Without me even needing her to clarify, she slides her bare leg around my waist. The glint of desire that flickers in her eyes is unmistakable, and when she peels off her sports bra, the message is clear.

I hoped there’d be a little fight when I arrived because that’s our usual greeting for one another. But after the day she’s had, I think she’s done with contradicting herself. And I’m not complaining. Now that we seem to be on the same page, I’m happy to play up to her expectations.

My gaze drops to her perky tits, her taut nipples just begging to be sucked. I follow the delicious plane of her flat stomach, stopping at the hem of her shorts, and Alanis raises a brow inchallenge. That’s all I need before I grip her by the backs of her thighs and slam my lips onto hers.

A soft mewl sounds from her as I drown in her kiss. She tastes like vodka and chocolate, an intoxicating combination that has me harder than ever. If I wasn’t already eager for her, I would be now.

Carrying her to her bedroom, I drop her onto the mattress and crawl over her body. “I’ve missed you,” I admit as I lean down and nip at her bottom lip.

“Yeah?” she whispers with devilish intent. “Prove it.” The devious smile that follows her words is all the temptation I can take.

Hooking my fingers into her shorts, I make quick work of stripping her down until she’s bearing everything to me. I waste no time in peeling my own clothes off before towering over her. I can hear her breaths filled with anticipation as I line my cock up against her slick pussy, coaxing a gentle moan that has me wavering on the verge of self control.

“Roman!” she gasps, but it’s not in protest. It’s such a beautiful sound, hearing my name fall from her lips. A sound that has my cock aching and my tether of self-control snapping. She grabs a handful of my hair, grinding her hips up to meet my own.

With one harsh thrust, I spear into her cunt, savoring every delicious moment. Her walls are tight, strangling my cock. In reality, I’ve got five years to make up for, not just this past week. I have no issues with remaining on my knees for this goddess, because it means she’s mine, but when I sink back into her on each punch of my hips, this is where I want to be.

Grabbing a handful of hair, I slam my lips onto hers. Pain ripples over my skin from where she digs her nails into my back, but it’s a pain I revel in because it makes me feelalive. It reminds me that this is real and not a figment of my imagination.

A desperate moan leaves her lips as I pull out of her, gripping her by the hips and flipping her over. “Tell me you missed me too, Presh.”

Her breathless laugh fills the silence, a light giggle of sated pleasure that soon turns into a breathtaking moan as I thrust inside her with one punch of my hips. I sink my teeth into the fleshy part of her shoulder and revel in the way her walls clench around my cock.

“No!”

There’s the fight I’ve missed.

I drive my hips into her again, harder than before, eliciting a whimper. “Tell me you miss me,” I command as I slide back out, only to slam home again, my words sliding past her ear.

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