My Dark Romeo: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance(52)

He gave me a how do you think look.

I closed my eyes, digging the heels of my palms into my eye sockets. “You’re having him followed.”

Lord. What had happened between these two?

“Your talent at natural deduction is unparalleled. Are you sure you’d like to keep your major as English Lit when there’s so much more you can contribute to the world of mathematics?”

“I told you—I didn’t know he was here.”

“That would be convincing had you not told me less than twenty-four hours ago you two were conspiring against me. And flashed me his engagement ring.”

Oh, screw you.

I squeezed past him, scurrying to the bathroom. He followed me, his steps unhurried, his broad shoulders lax.

“Did he steal your ex-girlfriend or something?” I yanked a brush from the vanity and jerked it through my hair. “I know you’re not jealous because you give one dang about me, so it must be something else.”

“Madison lacks the ability to steal a grain of sand from my backyard, let alone an entire human.” His intense stare snared mine through the mirror’s reflection. “What is he doing here?”

No clue.

But I already knew he wouldn’t accept that answer.

“My guess? Playing with your psyche.” I sighed, hating to throw Madison under the bus.

But I didn’t want said bus to run over me a hundred times until it pancaked me to the street.

Anyway, Madison was a douchebag. Coming here was provocative and in poor form. He’d placed both of us in danger.

It was time I fended for myself—and only for myself.

“Perhaps I should beat him to the punch and take your virginity before he does. What do you say?” He advanced toward me.

I swiveled, realizing I’d pinned myself against the vanity. My lower back dug into its marble. Romeo was flushed against me in seconds, his hand between my skirt-clad thighs.

It was amazing how quickly my body submitted to him, in complete contrast to how my brain fought him every step of the way. I clutched the countertop behind me.

“What do you say?” With a savage sneer, Romeo claimed my lips with his, kissing me hard. He slid his gum into my mouth, and though I’d normally find the gesture distasteful, if not downright gross, I let it rest between my teeth. “Should I damage the goods?”

I clamped down on the gum, refusing to degrade myself but unwilling to stop him, either.

He dropped to his knees, hiked up my skirt, and tucked it into the waistband of my underwear. I gasped when he tore my designer pantyhose, ripping them at the center, and dragged my panties to the side.

He dragged his hot tongue up my slit.

“Ohhh.”

Romeo’s teeth grazed my pussy. “Better move quickly, judging by your eagerness to lose your virginity. Or has he tarnished you already?”

He thrust his tongue between my lips, striking my nerves. It felt like he was French kissing me down there. Lapping in a sensual rhythm.

My knees turned to water, heat spiraled in my core, and my nipples pearled.

Oh, Lord.

It felt better than anything I’d ever experienced.

Definitely better than the dirt bike.

Romeo removed his tongue from inside me, sucking on my clit now. “Answer me.”

All I could do was moan as my first-ever orgasm curled like ivy around my ankles, riding up the rest of my body.

He drove his tongue into me, massaging my clit with his thumb. “Did he take your innocence?”

I knew what he was doing. Tearing me apart. Making sure he destroyed my hymen.

And still, every rational thought fled my brain.

I struggled to conjure words. “No, no, I swear. I haven’t seen him today.”

“Better safe than sorry, I suppose.”

His tongue sank deep inside me. I arched my back, dropped my head, and moaned so loud I skated on the edge of screaming.

“Ahhhhh.”

“I bought the cow. Only fair I get the milk.”

He explored the terrain—me.

I felt the tip of his tongue find resistance. Pain accompanied the pressure, but so did pleasure. So much pleasure, I thought I’d die if he stopped.

I was so sleek, so wet for him, my lust dripped down my thighs, past my knees.

“Please.” My knuckles turned white around the counter. “Please, I’m close.”

“Like taking candy from a child.”

Another thrust.

Then another.

Then another.

The climax seized every muscle in my body. Ivy-laced. Head to toe.

An odd sensation—of floating in warm water—conquered me. I rocked back and forth against his face, unraveling inch by delicious inch.

A shrill chime clawed through the haze. Just like that, Romeo pulled away, rising to his feet.

He pressed his phone to his ear and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Pink streaked his tongue and lips. Another trophy of my innocence stained his left cheek, too.

My blood.

He had my hymen’s blood in his mouth.

Wolfish satisfaction touched his lips.

“He’s lucky you weren’t sullied yet.” His fingers curved around my neck, drawing my ear to his lips. “Or I’d have killed him and made you watch.”

Sticky desire glazed my thighs. Probably my blood, too, but I didn’t dare drop my eyes to confirm.