Soulless Devil (Sons of Valentino #3)(26)

“If I’m yours, does that mean you’re mine?” Livvy’s voice breaks the silence.

“Every fiber of my being is yours,” I tell her. I never thought I’d be able to give anyone anything. I didn’t have anything to offer. I’m not worthy of Livvy, but I’m sure as fuck going to do my best to make myself worthy of her. I’m scared out of my mind that I’m not going to be enough, that Luca is right and this is all going to blow up in my face. One thing I’ve learned from my father is to always go after what you want in life and never let anyone tell you that you can’t have it. Right now, the thing I want most is Livvy. I’m sure Pops wasn’t talking about girls when he gave us those lectures, but I’m applying those lessons to this situation anyway.

“You’re really big, so that’s a lot of fibers. You don’t even know me,” Livvy says.

I laugh. It’s a foreign feeling, being this at ease. “If I don’t know you, then why the fuck am I so pulled to you? I feel like maybe I’ve known you in many lifetimes and this is just the beginning of a new beginning for us.”

“And how does it end? Tragically, like Romeo and Juliet? Or happily ever after, like Elizabeth and Fitzwilliam?”

“Is that your way of proposing to me, Livvy? My answer is yes, by the way. Both of those couples ended up married. I would, however, have to go with Elizabeth and Fitzwilliam. I’d like more than a few hours of happiness with you.”

“That most certainly wasn’t a proposal, and you’re very much against the sanctum of marriage, remember?”

“No, I’m not. I just said I haven’t had a reason to believe in forever yet,” I correct her.

“Mmm, forever is a really long time.”

“Or it could be short,” I say. In my family, today matters most. Tomorrow may or may not come for any of us.

“Romeo?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for my flowers,” she whispers.





Chapter Fourteen





My eyes pop open. I’m vividly aware of my surroundings. There is no slow consciousness seeping in. I don’t think I’ve ever woken so suddenly, or been so alert. And it all has to do with the arm weighing me down, holding my back flush against a warm body.

A warm, hard body. A body that belongs to none other than Romeo Valentino. I guess it wasn’t a dream last night. Romeo really did come to my room. He really did climb into bed and he absolutely held me all night. My hips move on their own accord—that’s the only explanation I can give for the fact that my ass is currently pressing against the hardness that can only be his cock. My thighs squeeze together. I feel wetness between them. My breathing picks up. I’m no virgin, but I’ve only ever been with Kirk. And, well, he certainly was nothing like Romeo. The guy is huge. And, by the feel of things, he’s huge everywhere. I can’t help but let my mind drift, imagining what it’d feel like to have him sliding into me.

This isn’t me. I’m not the girl who jumps into boys’ beds. I’m not overly sexual at all. I never really have been. I’ve also never been more turned on than I am right now. If I were a different girl, I’d probably roll over, grab that impressive appendage of his in my hands, and then… well, shit, I don’t even know where to start with that dream.

A small moan escapes my mouth, and my hand flies up to cover it.

“If you keep grinding that hot little ass of yours on me, I’m not going to be responsible for what happens next, Livvy. I really am trying to be a gentleman here, babe.” Romeo’s husky voice vibrates right through me.

“What happens next?” I ask him, wanting nothing more than to find out the answer.

“Mmm, I’m not sure you’re ready for that,” he says.

I roll over to face him. “I think we’re not living in the 1700s, and you are certainly no gentleman like Mr. Darcy, so let’s drop the pretenses and stop wasting time. If I say I want to know what happens next, then I want to know. So, Romeo, what exactly would happen next?” I ask more firmly. I don’t proclaim to be overly feminist, but when anyone tells me what I’m thinking, or what I should or shouldn’t do, the ‘I am lady, hear me roar’ part of me just rushes out to prove them all wrong.

Romeo’s eyes widen in shock. Shit, did I overdo the roar? You know what? I don’t care. Screw him if he thinks he can come in here and tell me what I am or am not ready for.

“What would happen next?” He repeats my question. “First, I’d roll you over, lay you flat on your back. I’d kiss you, but not gentle and soft like you deserve, because I’m fucking starving for a taste of you. I’ve been dreaming of how it would feel to kiss you. Then I’d let my hand wander up your legs. I’d slide your panties to the side and be pleasantly surprised to find your pussy soaking wet for me. I’d glide my fingers up your slit, circle your clit, before shoving them into your tight little hole. I’d make you come on my hand, and when you thought you couldn’t possibly take anymore, I’d rip those panties off and replace my fingers with my cock. I’d bury myself so deep inside you that my cock leaves a permanent imprint.”

By the time he finishes talking, I’m on my back and Romeo is hovering above me, his lips millimeters from my mine. My chest heaves up and down as my breathing increases. “That, I want that,” I manage to get out.