Soulless Devil (Sons of Valentino #3)(30)

“Funny. If lawyering doesn’t work out for you, there’s always stand-up, right?”

“Always. A girl has to keep her options open, you know,” I tell him.

He squints his eyes at me. “When it comes to careers, the world is your oyster, babe. You can be whatever you want to be. However, when it comes to boyfriends, those options are closed. Very fucking closed.”

“Boyfriends? Are you saying you want to be my boyfriend, Romeo?”

“We’ve already had this conversation. I told you, you are mine.” He leans in and seals his words with a kiss.

“We didn’t put labels on anything,” I remind him, pulling back from his mouth. As much as I want to climb onto him and take things further, we’re in the library.

Romeo’s lips tilt up at one side. “You want a label, Liv? Like, girlfriend? Because that doesn’t really seem like enough. We can skip all the labels and go straight to wife, you know. I can have the Valentino jet ready to fly us to Vegas in an hour. Just say the word."

I laugh because he has to be joking. At least I hope he is… I don’t think he is, but I’m going to pretend it’s a joke because that is not a can of worms I’m willing to open right now. “I think I’d like to experience all the titles. No need to skip any.”

“Girlfriend it is then, for now.”

“Why do I feel like you’re going to break my heart, Romeo?”

“I break a lot of things, Liv, but you will never be one of them. I promise.”

His words are so sincere I have to fight the tears from falling. How can he know exactly what I need to hear? How can he be so damn perfect?

“We should study. You’re not going to get that essay done if we keep chitchatting away your study hours.”

“I have a better idea,” he says, standing and holding out a hand.

“What?”

“Come with me.” He takes my palm and pulls me up.

I go to grab my bag, my books, and Romeo stops me. “Leave them there. They’ll be fine. Marx will make sure no one touches anything.”

A man steps out of nowhere, a big beefy man in a suit. My throat goes dry. How long has he been there? I remember Romeo talking to Luca about Marx and Adrian last night, but I never saw them. If there was ever a uniform for the mafia, Marx would be wearing it. It’s so easy to forget about Romeo’s family when I’m with him. He dresses so casually, usually in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. But staring at the big beefy man in a black suit in front of me, I’m instantly reminded of exactly who Romeo Valentino is. But is that enough to stop me from following him to God only knows where?

Not even close.

I end up in a private study room. As soon as we step through the door, Romeo has me pinned up against the door. His lips are hungrily devouring mine as he picks me up from the back of my thighs. My legs wrap around his waist, and my fingers tangle in his hair as he grinds his hardness right onto my clit.

“Fuck, I missed you. I fucking need you so much,” he grunts before his mouth travels down my neck. He nibbles on one spot, a particular spot that has my spine arching and moans escaping from my mouth.

“Please.” I’m not sure what I’m asking for—yes, I am. I’m asking for pleasure I know he can deliver.

“Please what? What do you want?” Romeo asks.

“I want you.”

“Be more specific? You want me how? You want my fingers? My mouth? My cock? What exactly do you want, Liv?”

I can feel the blush rise up on my neck, crawling it’s way to my face as I think about having his mouth on me. That’s something I’ve never experienced. As curious as I am, I don’t want to do that here. We shouldn’t be doing anything here. Still, I find myself telling him, “I want your cock, Romeo. I want you.”

“You have me, more than you know.” He sets me down on my feet and then spins me around so my front is pressed up against the door. I feel Romeo’s heat at my back as he steps as close as he can to me. His hands lift my skirt up to my waist before I hear a rip—the sound of my panties being torn. Guess I didn’t really need them anyway. “You have no idea how much I’ve been dreaming of getting back into this pussy of yours. I don’t just want it. I fucking need it,” he grunts.

I turn my head to see him undoing his jeans. He takes out his cock, pumping it a few times. The sight makes my mouth water. I want to taste him. I don’t know if I’d be any good at pleasuring him like that, but I sure would give it my best shot. Romeo pulls a foil packet out of his back pocket. “Are you always prepared?” I ask with a raised brow.

“If you were dating you, you’d always be prepared to fuck too, babe,” he says, rolling the rubber down over his shaft.

I’m not complaining. I’m glad one of us is thinking sensibly enough about safety because I honestly would have let him fuck me without one. I just want to feel him inside me. I want to come. He says he’s been dreaming of it. I doubt he’s thought about it as much as I have though. I made myself come in his bed last night, but even that wasn’t anywhere near as good as the ecstasy I know he can give.

“Brace yourself, babe. This is going to be rough and quick,” he warns before lining his cock up with my entrance and slamming inside me.

“Oh god, hell, Romeo,” I cry out and his hand comes up to cover my mouth.