Page 112 of His Juliet

I huffed. “You can’t just sayI love you.”

He tucked a curl of my hair behind my ear. “Oh yeah? Who’s going to stop me?”

I scowled. “Be serious.”

“You’re cute.” He leaned in and kissed my nose. “Now, be a good girl and tell me you love me, too. Then kiss me.”

I crossed my arms. “You can’t just order me to say that.”

His confident smirk never left his face as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to his chest, trapping my arms between us. “Give into it. Be brave with me.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

He hummed and kissed a line down my face. “And?”

“And…” I hesitated, balancing right on that knife’s edge before leaping off. “Yes, fine, I love you. Happy?” I snapped.

His chest shook with laughter. “Ecstatic.”

The tension in my body released as a weight I didn’t realize I’d been carrying lifted. Nothing in my life had been fixed—there were still people who wanted me dead for my association with Romeo, my agoraphobia hadn’t magically vanished, I was still terrified of everything—but for the first time since my parents were murdered, leaving me alone in the world, I felt safe. I flung my arms around Romeo, plastering my body against his firm chest.

“My Juliet,” he murmured.

Our lips crashed together and Romeo moaned. I wanted to hear him make that sound again, wanted to make him fall apart.

In one swift movement, he flipped me onto my back and unbuttoned my jeans. The couch was like a cloud beneath me as he tugged my pants and underwear down my thighs and spread me wide.

I inhaled sharply as he licked a long, slow line up my pussy. Then I returned to my senses and tried to push his head away. “We are in Matteo and Sofiya’s apartment!” I hissed. “Everyone is right out there.”

He gave me a wicked smile. “You better keep quiet then. Not that I would mind if you screamed. Then there will be no doubt of who you belong to.”

Any words I had were stolen when he licked me again. Now my hand was keeping his head in place as he licked and sucked my clit.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he said with a groan. “I could stay here forever.” He pressed two thick fingers inside me and my hips jerked, shaking from the sparks of pleasure shooting through me. He kept up a steady rhythm, pushing me higher and higher.

“That’s it. Good girl. Come for me.”

My breaths came quick and ragged. I pressed my hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming when my orgasm crashed over me. My legs were still shaking when he moved over my body and thrust inside me. This time, I wasn’t ready and a cry escaped my lips. He looked down at me with a self-satisfied smirk as he maintained a hard and fast pace. I wrapped my legs around him, arching up to meet his thrusts. His hand was on my hip, urging my leg up so I was spread wider for him.

“Give me another one. I need it, angel. Need to feel that tight little pussy squeezing me.”

My fingers dug into his arms. “That feels—” My orgasm took me by surprise and Romeo swore as he came at the same time, spilling inside me.

He gave me more of his weight, lying on top of me and murmuring praise. “You’re so perfect.” He pressed a tender kiss to my lips. “I love you.”

I blinked quickly to stop myself from crying. “I love you, too.”

We stayed there, kissing and touching, until Romeo groaned and pulled out of me. I let out a little squeak as I remembered we were on the couch in Sofiya and Matteo’s library with everyonejust down the hall.Oh my god, had they heard me?

Romeo gently kissed my freshly healed cuts before quickly pulling my panties and jeans up my legs.

“No,” I whined. “Now my underwear is all wet.”

He smirked and patted my pussy. “Good. I want to know my cum is dripping out of you while you sit at the dinner table with everyone.”

My cheeks were on fire. “We cannot go back out there.”

“So we just live in here now? At least we have plenty to read.” Romeo stood, ignoring my fierce scowl, and pulled up his pants, leaving his cock soaked in my release as he tucked it away. And so what if the sight of it sent a thrill through me?

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