My Dark Romeo: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance(108)

“Yes,” she breathed out. “Yes.”

I dropped to the marble, resting my back against the vanity. “Ask nicely.”

“Please.”

“Nicer.”

She crawled toward me on all fours, straddled my lap, and grabbed my hand, bringing it between her legs. Her fingers guided mine into her slick pussy, two of hers joining mine inside her warmth.

My lips found her nipple, biting down through her dress. Together, we fucked her cunt down to our knuckles, curling until her walls pulsed.

I watched our fingers disappear inside her. She arched her back, trying to accommodate as much of us as she could.

Her lips drifted to the shell of my ear. “Please, please, please.”

I tore my fingers out of her, ripped her dress down the middle, and captured both sides of her waist, sinking her onto my cock, down to the hilt.

Her head fell forward. She bit my shoulder, drawing blood, her hips bucking.

She was so tight it felt like I was fucking her ass. Her walls squeezed around me, milking my dick for cum.

I let her ride my length until my impatience won over, and I pulled her off me, flipped her over, and lowered her on all fours.

The marble was cold and hard against her knees. I love seeing that spoiled little brat take all of my cock, feeling the discomfort of it. My silver-spooned nymph.

I entered her from behind. She drove back, meeting each of my thrusts.

My fingers curled around her neck and steered her upward until her back plastered against my front. She craned her head around and captured my lips, slipping her tongue past my teeth.

Her back arched, fingers dipping between her legs, searching for her clit. I smacked them away, then landed a palm on her ass.

“Rom,” she whined. “I need to come.”

“What you need is to be fucking grateful.” My blood brought my point home, covering every inch of her back, arms, and tits, matting her hair in clumps.

I released her throat and pet the crown of her head, whispering praises into her ear. “Such a good girl.” Words I never thought I’d say. Especially to this particular girl, who was anything but good two hundred percent of the time. “If only you took directions so well when you’re not filled with my cock.”

I reached around her and found her clit, rewarding her with a single flick. She cried out and fell forward, on her hands and knees again, pushing onto my cock.

More crimson drops splattered onto her back. I’d reopened my wound, and fresh red painted her spine. I dipped a finger into it, then spelled my name across her back dimples.

“Who owns your ass?” I growled.

“You.”

“Louder.”

“You.”

“Now crawl forward and show me your cunt from behind. I want to see if it’s worth my cum.”

With a reluctant moan, she inched away from my cock, writhing about two feet away.

She started to turn when I hissed, “I don’t want to see your face, Mrs. Costa. Just the cunt I stole from my enemy.”

She spread her thighs apart, exposing her pussy. It dripped on my floor, her juices mixing with my blood, creating a pink puddle at her feet.

I stroked my cock, coated with her wetness, scented by the wife I couldn’t get enough of.

I grinned, the release tickling my shaft. “Embarrassed?”

“No. Empty.”

Fuck me sideways.

How this woman would ever end up with a wuss like Madison, I had no idea. She would make meatballs out of him before the reception.

“Keep looking straight ahead. I’ll fuck you when I see fit.”

I lasted less than two minutes before hammering into her from behind. Her elbows bucked and she let out a surprised gasp.

My balls clenched.

I growled and drove every inch of me into her.

I came inside her.

In thick, never-ending ropes, the head of my cock pressed as deep as it would go.

When she realized what I’d done, her entire body tensed. Her pussy erupted around my cock, slicking it with her release.

I slid out, watching as our cum cascaded past her lips and onto the marble. She collapsed on the tiles, resting on her back, a lazy grin adorning her face.

I reached two fingers out, gathered my cum spilling out of her pussy, and tucked it back inside her cunt, remembering her words from earlier. “Is this what I do with my pee pee?”

Arms sprawled out like a snow angel, she released a delighted giggle.

In the pleasure meter, making her laugh came close second to making her come.

“You came in me,” she whispered, almost bewildered.

“I did.”

And unfortunately, I wanted to do it again.

And again.

However many times she’d let me.

She stretched, propping one of her feet over my thigh. “That glass heart of yours, Romeo… One day, I’m going to break it.”

“If anyone can, Shortbread, it’s you.”

I could give her a child without giving her my heart.

And that was damn well what I planned to do.





Romeo and I had sex.

Real sex.

In fact, he seemed to almost accept the idea of expanding our family. Not to mention, he saved my life last week at Le Bleu.

The man took a literal bullet for me. Without even hesitating.

On paper, I should’ve been elated.