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“I switch and you fucking me would be the best thing I’ve ever felt,” he murmured. “One day, maybe?” He sounded hopeful.

“I don’t know if I can… let me…” I didn’t want to talk anymore, and I lost track of time, focused on the way his body responded to my touch, the sounds he made, the way his thighs tensed under my free hand.

“Roman—Ro,” he gasped, his voice strained. “I’m close, you should?—”

I traced a finger past his balls, back to the hole he wanted me inside, and I pressed there. Could I do that? I felt a dark thrill at the thought of being the one who fucked, but then, I also wanted that with Enzo pushing me slowly into coming, whispering words of encouragement, telling me I was beautiful. I swallowed deeper, redoubled my efforts, leaning on my elbow so I could do everything at once, wanting to give him this and show him I wasn’t afraid anymore. His warning only spurred me on, and I felt a surge of power at his control, fracturing beneath my touch.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hips lifting off the bed. “Jesus, Ro?—”

I hummed my assent, stopped sucking him, working his cock with my hands, and that was all it took. He tensed, going rigid as he came, calling my name with a broken—my real name. I stayed with him through it, watching ribbons of come on my hands, on his belly, some of it on my lips, and I was so fucking proud of what I’d done.

When I looked up, I saw something I had never expected—Enzo’s eyes were bright with emotion, and his expression was so open and vulnerable it made my chest ache.

“Come here,” he whispered, reaching for me.

He held me as he cradled my cock. I wasn’t hard; the emotions were too raw, but I sighed—happy—and let him pull me up against his chest. He kissed me deeply, not seeming to care about his taste on my lips. His hands trembled as they framed my face. I could see the sheen in his eyes, and for a second, I didn’t know if I’d broken him or healed something. Maybe both. I’d never seen Enzo like that—so raw, so unguarded. It was more intimate than anything we’d done. Not just desire but something far deeper.

“That was…” He shook his head. “You’re incredible. My Roman.” I loved how he added my name at the end; it was perfect.

I felt a blush spread across my cheeks. “I didn’t know what I was doing.”

“You were perfect,” he said with a soft laugh, thumb tracing my lower lip. “Roman,” he added, testing the name again.

The sound of it sent a shiver through me. “It feels right when you say it.”

“I love you, Roman,” he whispered.

What was love? I didn’t remember family; I didn’t recall anything but misery. I remembered the cold tile under my knees, the sound of locks clicking shut, and how much pain I could endure. Love had been twisted, but now it was knowing Enzo would do anything to be in my corner. This big man had melted my heart and shown me I could be okay.

In his arms, I was Roman again, untouched and never hurt by anyone. I was new.

“I want you forever.” I settled in his arms. “I think that’s love.”

“Sounds like love to me.”

THIRTY

Enzo

Rio’s handlanded on my shoulder, dragging me from the edges of a dream I didn’t want to leave. In the dream, I was holding Robbie—warm, safe, completely wrapped around him as if he were the only thing tethering me to this earth. Loving him felt floaty, effortless, like breathing.

But Rio’s face above me was tense, and that snapped me straight back to reality.

I untangled myself from Robbie’s arms slowly, careful not to wake him. He murmured something soft and turned over, pressing his face into my pillow. I climbed out of bed, bare as the day I was born, and scrambled for clothes—underwear, jeans, a clean, anonymous T-shirt from the folded pile.

As I was about to leave the room, Robbie’s voice, thick with sleep, tugged me back. “Enzo?”

I circled around to his side of the bed. He blinked up at me, squinting against the soft morning light.

“Morning, sunshine,” I murmured.

“What time is it?”

I glanced at my watch. “Six.”

He rubbed at his eyes. “Why’re you getting out of bed?”

“Need to go pick up some parts with Rio.”

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