My Dark Romeo: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance(82)

“Is this truly the height of your aspirations?” I scowled. “To become a vessel to carry someone else, then their servant for the next eighteen years?”

“Yes. And before you tell me I need to smash the walls of patriarchy, wanting to fulfill myself as a mother and recognizing this is my passion is a choice just as noble as becoming a neurosurgeon.”

I was in complete disagreement with her, as usual, but it was pointless to debate the matter.

A few seconds passed in silence.

“Why’re you still here?” She yawned. “Go away. Jared will be here any moment, and I’ll be nothing but an unfortunate memory.”

I should go.

Pivot and leave.

To my relief, I started doing just that.

The echo of my footsteps bounced on the bare walls. I did not look back. Knew that if I caught a glimpse of her again, I’d make a mistake.

This was for the best.

It was time to cut my losses, admit my one mistake in my thirty-one years of life, and move on. My life would return to normal.

Peaceful. Tidy. Noiseless.

Unexpensive.

My hand curled around the doorknob, about to push it open.

“Hey, asshole.”

I stopped but didn’t turn around.

I refused to answer to the word.

“What do you say—one last time for the road?”

I glanced behind my shoulder, knowing I shouldn’t, and found my soon-to-be ex-wife propped on the hood of my Maybach, her dress hiked up her waist, revealing she’d worn no panties.

Her bare pussy glistened, ready for me.

A dare.

I never shied away from those.

Throwing caution to the wind (and the remaining few brain cells she hadn’t fried with her mindless conversation), I marched to her.

When I reached the car, she lifted her hand to stop me, slapping her palm against my chest. “Not so fast.”

It is going to be fast and a half, seeing as I’m about to come just from watching you like this.

I arched an eyebrow. “Cold feet?”

“Nah, low temperature is your thing. Don’t wanna steal your thunder. Either we go all the way, or we go nowhere at all. It’s all or nothing.”

It infuriated me that each time I gave her a choice, she fabricated another.

If I gave her an option, she swapped it with one of her creation. And now, on the heels of my ultimatum, she’d dished out her own.

And like a doomed fool, I chose everything.

I chose my downfall.

We exploded together in a filthy, frustrated kiss full of tongue and teeth. She latched on to my neck, half-choking me, half-hugging me.

I fumbled with the zipper of my suit pants, freeing my cock, which by this point gleamed with precum, so heavy and so hard it was uncomfortable to stand.

My teeth grazed down her chin, trailing her throat before I did what I hadn’t done in five fucking years and pushed into her, all at once.

Bare.

My cock disappeared inside her, hitting a hot spot, squeezed to death by her muscles.

Oh, fuck.

My forehead fell against hers. A thin coat of sweat glued us together. Never in my life had anything felt quite so good.

I wanted to evaporate into mist, seep into her, and never come back.

I wanted to live, breathe, and exist inside my beautiful, maddening, conniving, infuriating curse of a wife.

She was the one thing I never wanted and the only thing I craved. Worst, still, was the fact that I knew I couldn’t deny her a single thing she desired, be it a frock or piece of jewelry.

Or, unfortunately, my heart on a platter, speared straight through with a skewer for her to devour. Still beating and as vibrant red as candied apples.

I retreated, then slammed into her harder. Pulled and rushed back in.

My fingers gripped her by the waist, pinning her down, wild with lust and desire. I drove into her in jerky, frenzied movements of a man starved for sex, fucking the ever-living shit out of her.

Now that I’d officially filed a restraining order against my logic, I grabbed the front of her throat, sinking my teeth onto her lower lip. My spearmint breath skated over her face.

The hood of the car warmed her thighs, still hot from the engine, jacking up the temperature between us even further.

Small, desperate yelps fled her mouth.

The only sounds in the cavernous space came from my grunts, our skin slapping together, and her tiny gasps of pleasure. The car rocked back and forth to the rhythm of my thrusts.

Dallas latched on to the forearm of my hand curled around her throat and plastered her back against the hood of the car as I continued fucking her hard.

The door behind us opened, and Jared walked in. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“Get the fuck out,” I roared.

My demand shook the walls so hard I was surprised they hadn’t cracked.

The door promptly closed.

Perhaps because it was, by far, the most pleasurable experience I’d ever had, the orgasm wasn’t instant. It skulked forward, gripping each of my limbs with its claws, taking over me like a drug. I knew I’d regret what was about to happen.

Yet, I could not even entertain the idea of stopping.

Dallas quaked beneath me. The muscles of her thighs strained. Sliding into her hot tightness a few more times, I finally erupted inside her.

It was glorious. And at the same time, felt as if someone had sucked my chest empty.