My Dark Romeo: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance(30)
“Six, asshole.”
A weird tingling feeling between my legs made my skin hum with expectation. The thought to resist crossed my mind, but I knew if I did, I might never explore this pleasure again.
Cara said something I couldn’t decipher through the phone.
I burned with shame. He was talking to another woman while playing with my body like it was his personal toy, yet I loved the way he made me feel too much to stop it.
“Short boot for pants. She is the height of a garden gnome.” Romeo pinched my nipple, causing my knees to buckle.
I bit down on a moan. I had the distinct feeling he was taunting me sexually just to prove to me he could. Another one of his control games.
He pressed his hard-on against my ass, squeezed my breast, and trailed his hand from my nipple to my neck, scooping it and tilting my head up to face him. “What’s your shoe size, Shortbread?”
My shoe size? I couldn’t even remember my middle name with his cock pulsating between my butt cheeks.
Think. You know that one.
“Six point five.” My voice came out thick and raspy.
He released my throat at once, stepping back, completely unaffected by my body. By my readiness for him. “Six point five. Kindly deliver all items within two hours. Time is of the essence.”
He killed the call.
I spun to face him, disappointed in myself for letting him strum my body like an instrument. Again.
Hadn’t I learned anything from the debutante ball?
“Tonight, you will present yourself to my family as a proper, levelheaded lady.” He snatched the Macallan M by its neck, confiscating it. “If you succeed in fooling them into thinking you are, in fact, marriage material, I’ll reward you accordingly and relieve you of your pent-up sexual frustration.”
“You mean what you did just now was to blackmail me into good behavior so we can have sex tonight?”
The whiplash his last sentence gave me singed my cheeks.
He really thought I’d be his little sex doll just because the tricks he used on my body provoked my curiosity.
He made a disapproving face.
Lord, so stuck-up.
“We’re not wedded quite yet, Miss Townsend. What I alluded to was oral favors.”
“Oral favors?” I scrunched my nose, noticing he spoke as if he’d just strolled out of the worn pages of a historical romance. That just so happened to be my least favorite genre. “And why do you talk like you fled the cast of Bridgerton?”
There was no point in telling him there’d be no oral-giving lessons, no cordial dinner, and no suitable fiancée tonight.
“Our lawyers must be running out of patience.” He sipped whisky straight from the bottle. “Frankly, so am I.”
Don’t worry, honey, I thought as I breezed past him, refusing to look distraught. After I’m done with you, you’ll be running, period.
Ollie vB
How is Delaware settling in?
Romeo Costa
Dallas.
Ollie vB
What is a show my grandmother was fond of?
Romeo Costa
We’re not playing Jeopardy, you mediocre man child.
Her name is Dallas.
Zach Sun
That’s quite unfortunate for her.
But not as unfortunate as marrying your ass.
Ollie vB
@ZachSun, agreed.
That girl must’ve been in the Judenrat in a previous life to deserve this kind of karma.
Zach Sun
Mussolini’s right hand.
Ollie vB
*Mussolini’s jerk-off hand.
Romeo Costa left the chat.
Ollie vB added Romeo Costa to the chat.
Zach Sun
Is she still feeding you enough shit to cover the Northern Hemisphere?
Ollie vB
I’m never going to unsee the picture of Romeo turning blue when she wiggled her little ass on his lap.
Boss bitch move.
Zach Sun
Or when Rom threw a hissy fit after she hit on the co-pilot.
His self-control evaporated quicker than a thought in Ollie’s brain.
Romeo Costa
She did not hit on the co-pilot.
She was just being difficult.
Brat is her entire personality.
Ollie vB
Have you consummated your engagement yet?
Romeo Costa
Are you familiar with human customs?
There is nothing to consummate until marriage.
Ollie vB
Yikes.