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“You can protect us from everything else in this world, but I want to be the one to keep your heart safe. Don’t hide from me anymore,” I whisper, my eyes locking with his.

Romeo slowly wraps his hand around the front of my throat in a gentle yet firm grasp and pulls me closer, our lips inches apart. He closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting the breath out with a contained growl. When he opens his eyes, they are filled with a need that matches mine.

“I can’t live another second without knowing how sweet you taste,” he murmurs right before squeezing my throat and closing the distance between us.

Romeo claims my mouth, stealing my first kiss and giving me more pleasure than I ever imagined. He pries my lips apart and pushes his tongue inside my mouth, licking and sucking on my tongue at a desperate, almost frantic pace.

I moan and press my thighs together to relieve some of the unbearable pressure building up between my legs. Romeo’s other hand drifts over my hip and grips my ass, squeezing my sensitive flesh. Hard. I gasp into his mouth and automatically roll my hips against his.

He groans, trailing the hand at my neck down my body and into my open robe, cupping my breast and pinching my nipple through my thin tank top. I cry out, breaking our kiss as I tip my head back, exposing my throat to Romeo's greedy mouth. He scrapes his teeth down my neck and sucks a super-sensitive spot below my ear.

“Fuck,” he mutters into my skin, trailing kisses lower and lower until he’s nipping at the tops of my breasts. “I can’t get enough of you. Knew I’d be addicted if I gave in…”

Romeo trails off, his nose and lips tracing a line from my breasts up to my neck, where he nips my pulse point before licking away the sting. I’m a trembling, wanton mess, and I know for sure I’d collapse if not for Romeo’s large, capable hands holding me up.

He rests his forehead on mine, our heavy breaths mingling and slowing down little by little.

“Sweet Thalia,” he whispers, stroking a hand down my spine while the other combs through my hair. “Can I thank you properly for my gift?”

“Wh-what do you mean?” I whisper, a lightning bolt of pleasure zapping through my veins and traveling to my core.

Romeo gives me a devilish smirk, leaning forward and brushing his lips against my ear. “Can I taste you everywhere,bella? I want to kiss every inch of your flesh and feel you shake with pleasure as I slide my tongue between your thighs.”

“Oh, god,” I moan as his hands open my robe and push the fabric off my shoulders, letting it pool at my feet.

“Tell me to stop, and I will,” he grits, though he sounds like he’s in pain. I have no doubt that Romeo could overpower me and take whatever he wants, but I know he would never harm me.

“Don’t stop,” I whisper. “Don’t ever stop.”

“Jesus, fuck,” he groans. “What you do to me…”

He takes my lips in a searing kiss, the passion and need overwhelming me in the most intoxicating way. I fist the sides of his shirt, pulling him closer, needing more of his body rubbing against mine.

Romeo breaks our kiss only to nibble and lick his way down my body. Staring down at him, I can’t help but feel powerful as the head of the Di Salvo crime family kneels before me, practically salivating as he stares at my core.

“Tell me how much you want it,” he commands, his thumbs massaging little circles up the insides of my thighs.

“S-so much,” I stutter.

“More,” he growls, cupping my pussy and rubbing lightly back and forth.

God, it feels incredible, and yet it’s not enough. He’s not touching me where I need him most.

“Please, Romeo. I need you to t-touch me,” I manage to breathe. “Everywhere. I ache. I ache for you,” I beg, my breath catching in my throat as I mindlessly rub myself against him.

“Such a good girl,” Romeo praises, his tone dark and filled with satisfaction. “And good girls get exactly what they ask for.”

CHAPTEREIGHT

ROMEO

Irub my nose against the fabric covering her pussy and groan when I smell her arousal. I can feel her juices soaking through the material and wetting the tip of my nose as I nuzzle deeper into her.

I know I’m crossing a line, but I can’t hold back. Can’t contain my obsession, my addiction to this woman. One taste and I was hooked. Once I finally sink inside her sweetness, I’ll never be able to let her go.

She shakes with anticipation as I caress her curves, anchoring her in place so I can worship her properly.

“Romeo…” she gasps when I replace my nose with my tongue, licking the wet fabric and then sucking on it.

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