Page 92 of Precious Legacy

Lining my cock up at her entrance, I thrust into her. The overwhelming urge to fuck her until she’s boneless is what drives my hips until just the sound of slapping flesh fills the room. Her moans cascade in my ears as I lean forward, slamming my lips onto hers. My fingers sink into her thighs, trying to close as much distance between us as possible.

Her hands wrap around my neck, her teeth stealing my bottom lip. She bites down hard, but the pain is something I revel in. Call me a sadist, but this kind of torture I can get lost in.

Tangling my fingers in her hair, I tilt her head back and lick a path up the column of her neck. All the while, I drive into her until I don’t know where I end and she begins. But it’s not enough. I want to consume her hatred, I want to suffocate her distaste. Her words don’t hurt me because I know deep down, Lani and I are endgame. She can keep fighting it, but at the end of the day, she knows that everything will come back tous.

Her back arches as I sink my teeth into her throat, feeling the ripples of her next orgasm vibrate against my lips. “You shatter like glass, Presh.” I rumble. “Dangerous and beautiful.”

My muscles tense up as her cunt holds my cock prisoner. I drive my hips into her until a growl pulses out of my throat and I paint her insides with my cum.

Our breaths are mangled as I collapse on top of her, our lips crashing in a harsh kiss that makes our teeth clatter. My tongue slips against hers, deepening our kiss.

Lani hums into my mouth, a satisfied sound that makes my dick twitch. It’s then that I pull away, finally gazing down at her effortless beauty. These are the moments where she becomes the most vulnerable. Little does she know, this is when the cracks show and the deepest, darkest parts of her expose themselves.

I run my thumb over her bottom lip, caressing the cut I felt beneath my own earlier. I resist the urge to find the fucker who caused it, but I know better than to go fighting Lani’s battles. “Tell me about this.”

She looks up at me, wide-eyed and full of a softness she only reserves for me. “It happened in training.”

“Lani,” I sigh, pressing my forehead against hers.

“I’m fine. He just caught me wrong demonstrating a self-defense move.”

“He?” I push up, my brows furrowed.What the fuck does she mean, he?

“It doesn’t matter, Ro. I put him in his place.” Her gaze is pleading, begging me not to overreact, but it’s damn hard when all I think about is what happened five years ago. I couldn’t protect her then, and I’m trying so hard to stay out ofthatside of her life, but there’s only so much I can take. Nobody wants to see their girl hurt, and despite how strong I know she is, I don’t like it one bit.

“Who, Lani?” She knows better than to lie, but I can see her contemplating what pieces of truth she’ll tell me and I can feel my rage bubbling beneath the surface.

“It was Prescott,” she huffs.

My fists clench and my jaw tenses. It takes everything within me to keep calm as I look down at her. “If this fucker is messing with you because of last week?—”

“You’ll what?” she challenges. “Kill him?”

“He should be so lucky,” I grumble.

“Roman, you can’t go putting bullets in people every time they piss you off.” She punches me in the bicep. It’s not hard enough to bruise, but it emphasizes her words.

“I’m not! I’ve been pretty well behaved since I returned. Besides, this isn’t about me.”

And that’s the truth. Aside from Greedy, Byron, and that slimeball who ratted us out to the Russians, I’ve restrained myself a lot. I could have killed Aintree, but delivering a message was more important.

“I told you, I need to keep this,” she gestures between us, “and my career separate. I can’t muddy the waters.” She tucks her bottom lip beneath her teeth, peering up at me with a worried expression.

I tug her close. Though I can’t bear to see her look at me like that, she’s delusional if she thinks that all this bullshit of hiding her identity isn’t going to come back to bite her on the ass. “I think the waters are already muddied, Presh.”

“I’m serious, Ro.”

“So am I! You’re taking a beating from a guy all because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” she gripes.

Ouch.I know the past has fucked us up, but she’s supposed to be focused on moving forward.

Climbing into my lap, she cups my cheeks while straddling me. “I can do this, Ro. I just need to get through the next four months. I can’t… I can’t do this without you, though.”

It’s the first honest words I’ve heard from her that don’t involve the word hate or taste of her disdain. It’s the first time she’s used her words to open up, and she’s telling me sheneedsme. My chest feels like it’s opening up, ready to cage those words forever because I know this is a rare moment between us.

She looks at me expectantly, worrying her lips as she waits for my answer. I’m not saying I’m going to stop trying to protect her, but if she’s trying to put a divide between us and the police, I can do that. What I can’t do is let that asshat Prescott think he’s got the upper hand, taking his hatred for us out on Lani. Especially considering what he did to her five years ago. I may be holding back on him for her benefit, but if he tests his luck, I won’t hesitate to put a bullet between his eyes.

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