Page 124 of His Juliet

“I’m sorry, baby. This is an emergency.”

I wanted to be a reasonable, understanding person, but my denied orgasm had me seeing red.

“Hold on, I have an idea.” He strode across the room and opened one of his dresser drawers. When he turned back around, he was holding a purple object. “This is a pussy plug.” He pulled down my clothes, leaving my drenched pussy and inner thighs exposed to him. He grunted and adjusted his cock.

“My girl needs to be filled up, doesn’t she? It would be irresponsible of me to leave her empty all day, so this”—he pushed the plug against my entrance—“will keep you full until I return.” He thrust the plug all the way inside me in one swift motion. I screamed as my orgasm crashed over me, leaving me weak and shaky.

“Good girl.” He pulled my pants back up and helped me into a seated position. “I’m going to drop you off at the penthouse, and then I need to go.”

I was too turned on to form a coherent sentence, so I didn’t argue when he put my shoes on for me or when he urged me towards the door. I jerked out of my fog of arousal when I saw he had a gun strapped to his chest and another at his belt. He shifted them so he could hold me tight as we went up the elevator. It was getting easier every time, but I still kept my eyes shut as I clung to Romeo.

“Please be careful,” I whispered.

He kissed the top of my head. “I’ll always be careful if it means coming home to you.”

He maneuvered us out of the elevator.

“Wait.” I shoved his chest. “Thisthingis still in me.”

He patted my pussy. “And it will stay in until I give you permission to take it out.”

* * *

The Donof the Italian Mafia was making waffles for lunch with his newborn baby strapped to his chest.

I had walked into some sort of alternate dimension.

Romeo had quickly ushered me inside the penthouse apartment before running off to do his Mafia work. Sofiya had unfortunately been on her way out the door to attend her physical therapy appointment on a lower level. Apparently, Matteo was banned from attending her sessions after yelling at the physical therapist for hurting his wife one too many times.

Which was why it was currently just the two of us in the apartment. Well, us and Clementine.

“Thanks,” I said when he set down a plate of waffles in front of me. “You don’t have to do this, though. I’m sure you have better things to do.”

He just grunted.

Okaaay. Not feeling very chatty.

I wasn’t super hungry—breakfast hadn’t been that long ago—but eating the waffles would give me something to do. The first bite made me pause. “These arereallygood.”

I thought I caught Matteo smiling as I took another bite, but when I glanced up, his face was expressionless once again.

Awkward silence descended. Even Clementine was quiet as she slept on her dad’s chest.

Once I’d finished my waffles and put my plate in the sink, Matteo spoke.

“Come with me.”

He left the kitchen and headed down the hall, not waiting to see if I would follow. As Mafia Don, I was sure he was used to being obeyed. The petty part of me, still angry at him for hurting Romeo, made me consider ignoring his order, but I wasn’t brave enough for that. I dragged my feet as I slowly followed him down the hall and into his gym. It was similar to the one in Romeo’s apartment, just a bit larger.

I fidgeted with the hem of my shirt as Matteo put sleeping baby Clementine in a bassinet in the corner. I was pretty sure they had them in every room.

Matteo turned to face me, arms crossed. “Okay, Juliet, let’s settle this.”

I arched my eyebrows, my heart pounding. “Umm, what?”

He ruffled his hair, his confident mask falling for a flash of a second. “Romeo is like a brother to me, and you’re important to him. I can’t have his woman hating me, so we’re going to settle this.”

I took a small step back. “I’m pretty sure you can beat me in a fight.”

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