My Dark Romeo: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance(38)

He opened his mouth, about to say something, but I showed him I didn’t really care by turning and picking up the whipped cream spray from the credenza.

I swaggered to him, dangling my hips seductively. My breasts were still completely exposed, but somehow, I didn’t feel self-conscious at all.

The man treated my looks as if they were my flaw—taking me against my will.

Well, now I’d turned my weakness into my strength.

I noticed a few scars on the sides of his rib cage. Old and pink against his tan skin and pretty major. Curiosity nipped at my throat, but knew if I ever asked, he’d bite my head off.

Romeo’s expression darkened. “Don’t try me, Shortbread.”

“Why not? It’s not like you ever held back on punishing me before.”

I shot him a sugary smile, reached for his waistband, and pulled it down in one go. His dick sprung out, heavy, pulsating, and engorged.

That thing was huge.

He wanted it in my mouth? I’d hardly be able to fit the thing into my suitcase.

Maybe Morgan had broken things off because he’d sprained her jaw with it. Welcoming such a thing into your vagina seemed akin to giving birth to a full-size German shepherd.

“Oh, I forgot to mention.” I shook the can in my hand, watching my future husband try to jerk his wrists free, writhing like a caged beast. “I was in the Scouts my entire childhood. Side effect of being raised a goody two-shoes. I know how to bond all seven knots by heart, blindfolded, with a hand tied behind my back. No pun intended, of course.”

I winked.

His eyes tapered.

He lurched even harder, shaking the entire bed. The satin ribbons dug into his flesh, creating angry red bracelets on his skin.

“Why do you chew gum all the time?” I demanded, standing a safe length away from him.

His jaw locked.

“Answer me, and I might spare you,” I lied.

“You won’t. And even if you did, I don’t negotiate with terrorists.”

“It’s an obsession.”

“A coping mechanism,” he corrected.

“Like the silence in your house. Your idea of heaven is most people’s hell.”

“Hell gets a bad rep. Sunny all year round, plenty of interesting neighbors, and no Sunday church.”

He was picking a fight with a religion now? The man truly was headed to the nadir of the cosmos.

Without further discussion, I aimed the nozzle at his junk and pushed, spraying a thick, fluffy cloud of whipped cream on his cock and balls.

The chill made his skin rise with goose bumps. He sucked in a hiss.

Romeo glared at me with murder in his eyes. “You’ve had your fun. Now untie me or face grave consequences.”

I freed a laugh.

“You blackmailed me into marriage, annihilated my reputation, and ruined my relationship with my father. What more can you do?” I aimed the nozzle at his chest, coating each of his nipples with the white fluff, then drawing a smiley face on his abs. “Aw. You look adorable. I cannot wait for Hettie or Vernon to find you like this.”

His brows shot up to his forehead. “If you don’t free me right now, Dallas—”

“Freedom isn’t free, buddy. You’re the one who taught me that lesson. That credit card you gave me is going to come in handy tonight.” I swiveled, grabbed a dress he’d bought me from the floor, and slipped it on. “I’m going to spend tonight in a hotel. Order some room service. Maybe dessert. I didn’t even have an appetite when we visited your parents.”

I approached him and set the can in his bound hand, leaning to whisper in his ear.

“Ruined by whipped cream.” I tsked, just the way he had the night we’d met. “How the mighty have fallen.”

There was a spring in my step when I strode to the door, knowing Romeo would stay right where I’d left him, naked and covered with sticky goo, until morning rose and his staff trickled into his mansion.

Before I left, I bent my knees in a mock bow, imitating his grandiose manner of speech, down to the high-brow Potomac accent. “Perhaps we shall reconvene in the next century, Lord Costa. Or the one after that.”

He didn’t answer.

Tough crowd.

I just knew this moment would come up on my Judgment Day.





Romeo Costa



@OllievB, are you still interested in taking the banshee off my hands?





Ollie vB



Why?





Romeo Costa



I’m putting her on the market.





Zach Sun



Oh, no.





What could possibly have gone wrong?





[GIF of a person skydiving with an umbrella instead of a parachute]





Ollie vB



IDK if I’m willing to commit to marrying her, but I am happy to give her a bed to sleep in until you cool off.





Romeo Costa



Would you extend this offer to me?





The penthouse is undergoing renovations, and there’s no way I’m returning to the manor before the wedding.