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“I can’t. I-I didn’t even know I could do that…” I shake my head, gasping as he drags his two fingers out slowly, sending shocks through every nerve ending, and shoves them in roughly a second later.
“You will, Pet,” he says in a command, emphasizing his point when he smacks my pussy with the next withdrawal, sliding his finger back in easily and holding still to grip my whole pussy in the palm of his hand. “This is mine. Say it.”
“No.” I moan brokenly, barely holding myself up on weak and unsteady legs.
”I do love a challenge, Kitten,” he says in a devilish tone, standing up quickly and removing his hand from my body just as he slides his arms under my knees and between my shoulders. “Hold on tight; I’m not done with you yet.”
He picks me up, carrying me bridal style, and strides out of the room in quick steps. I smile to myself, experiencing an exhilarating sensation as I caress the hair on the back of his neck, causing his chest to rumble with pleasure.
”You're killing me, Iris. God, you look fucking perfect in my arms. Pert nipples are just begging to be sucked; your breasts are bouncy and, oh, so fuckable.” He groans in the back of his throat and walks faster.
I would be embarrassed being carried naked around an unfamiliar place, but I feel like I belong in his arms, as if it’s not the first time he’s carried me.
I cannot focus on where he takes us; all I can think about is his hands on my body, leaving me breathless with each orgasm. I’ve become obsessed, but it’s nothing new when it comes to Romeo Messina. He’s been the only one I ever thought about for three years, hating him while loving him and in denial. I’m still furious at him… I probably will be for a long time. Not many men would build a gallery like he did, something that would take a lot of time and thoughtfulness... and money. No. Romeo is a different breed of man. Romeo, who is possessive and obsessed, has been keeping a watchful eye on me for three years. I’m still having a hard time wrapping my mind around that. He did it without my permission, but he’s not one to ask permission whenhe wants something. He takes it. The thing about me, though, is I want to be taken and put first above everything else. I want someone to choose me, just me. I want someone to be by my side when life feels like it's on fire, to hold me when I can't hold myself up, and to calm my mind when it wants to freak out.
My person. My only. My protector.
That could be Romeo, but I still don’t trust him. I’m fucking terrified of what’s happening between us, but it feels right and oh so good. As if I’ve known him my whole life, and I can just be myself around him.
Maybe I can open my heart and finally leave the past where it belongs… in the past.
CHAPTER 14
ROMEO
Ifeel like a man possessed; my heart is going to beat right out of my ribcage, all because of the gorgeous creature in my arms. I still can’t believe this is real and happening. After waiting for years, she’s finally right where she belongs. Safe in my arms and all mine.
I shiver as she runs her fingers through my hair again, almost like she can’t stop touching me, and I don’t want her to. Our bedroom is just down the hallway; the doors are already open to the massive master suite. I made sure that the room features all-white stucco walls, white marble flooring, and light wood furniture so that she can still see the shapes of everything without tripping. I want her to be able to relax and not worry about falling over anything in her new environment, but knowing her, she’ll have the layout with Sofia in no time.
I wanted to show her the other room I had made just for her… I don’t think I would have made it without touching her, making her mine in every way. I’ll just have to leave that as a surprise for another day, maybe after I tell her she’s my wife and she won’t hate my fucking guts.
“Where are we? I can feel the cool breeze and smell the salt water from the sea,” she questions, turning her head to glance around, and gasps when she sees the outline of three sets of double French doors that lead out onto a stone balcony that overlooks the sea on a cliff.
I bought this estate for the views; it’s built into the side of a cliff, and the Mediterranean Ocean stretches for miles with teal colors that leave you in awe. I figured when the sun is at its brightest, she could paint out here. Watching the shapes of the waves, smelling the fresh salty air, and feeling the sun warm her inside and out. I just want her to be happy here. Actually, not just here. Mainly, wherever I go, I want her to call home.
I’m gently laying her on the bed, devouring the sight of the way her naked porcelain skin and freckles are the most beautiful thing on the deep red silk sheets. I want to trace my lips over every freckle I’ve counted over the years and take my time to map her body out with my tongue. She relaxes back into the white pillows with a peaceful sigh, her red hair a halo spread out around her, something I’ve been imagining for a long time.
“Are you going to stare all day or do something about me being naked in your bed?” She leans up and grips my shirt, pulling until my body is hovering over hers with my thigh between her spread legs.
“Our bed.” I correct her, kissing her deeply before she can respond.
I swallow her moan, not wanting to come up for air. I want to steal her oxygen and then give it back to her without breaking our lips apart. She drives me crazy and makes me feel like a psychopath who would literally do anything for her.
My girl. My only girl. My wife.
Fuck. That last thought fuels my desire, kissing her harder. I take her bottom lip between my teeth and pull until I taste a small hint of copper. She gasps loudly, and I release it witha wet pop, smoothing the bite as I lick into her mouth, kissing her until she’s breathless and withering under me. Her hot little cunt grinds against the muscle of my thigh, moving her hips in a rhythm that’s starting to become desperate.
My cock is hard and leaking cum in my trousers; I can’t stop myself from grinding onto her hip, letting her feel what she does to me.
“Romeo?” She pushes away, dropping her head back onto the pillows, and stares up at me with wide, terrified, cloudy green eyes.
“Yes, Kitten?” I mutter, leaning down with my hands on either side of her shoulders to trail kisses along her jaw and bite softly at her neck. I suck her skin between my teeth so my marks are displayed for anyone to see.
Mine.
“You’re huge,” she blurts out, making me lean away in confusion and watch her luscious lips part on another gasp as I grind my cock against her hip.
“It will fit. You were made for me.” I promise her, understanding the fear, but I plan on getting her plenty wet for my cock so it will slide into her tight cunt with ease.
