Soulless Devil (Sons of Valentino #3)(52)

Dropping the foil packet on the bed, Romeo positions his body on top of me, between my legs. My heart is jumping out of my chest.

I want this. I want this. I want this. I repeat it over and over in my head.

“Remember there is no rush, Livvy. If you want to wait, we can wait. We will wait.” Romeo holds my face in the palms of his hands.

“I want this. Just… go slow,” I tell him.

“Okay.”

I feel him position himself at my entrance, and he slowly slides inside me. Pausing when he’s fully seated. My body tenses and I close my eyes. I can’t help the tears that fall. My mind drifts back to that night and all I can see is them. I can feel the damp coldness of the grass beneath me… that bite of pain… the scar…

“Livvy, open your eyes. Look at me,” Romeo says. “Look at me. It’s me, just us. You and me.”

My eyes snap open and I gaze into his. I feel so much love from him. Inhaling deeply, I try to bring myself back to this moment. I’m with Romeo. I’m with the man I love.

“Let’s try this.” He rolls over, taking me with him without losing the connection we have. “I want you to go at your own pace. There is no rush, Livvy.”

Once I’m on top, looking down at him, I relax, the different position giving me something I didn’t know I needed. Control.

I lean over and my lips meet his. “Thank you,” I whisper between kisses.

“For what?” he asks.

“For being perfect,” I tell him. My hips start to move in small, circular motions. As I sit upright, I feel him deep inside me. The tip of his cock hitting that magic spot with each movement. My hands feel their way over the ridges and grooves of his abs. His pecs. Exploring the contours of a well-formed body. I pick up the pace slightly, my head tips back, and I close my eyes on a moan.

“Fuck, babe, you feel so fucking good riding my cock. Ride me like you stole me, Livvy, because you fucking have. You’ve stolen every piece of me.”

My head straightens and my eyes open in shock. I shouldn’t be surprised. The few times we’ve done this before, Romeo had the filthiest of mouths. He takes his dirty talk to the next level. I can feel myself getting wetter, my walls clenching at his words. It seems I love his filthy mouth, even if it does make me blush as red as a tomato.

“You like that. I can tell. I can feel your pussy soaking my cock, Liv. If I could stay buried inside you forever, it wouldn’t be long enough. This pussy is mine.”

I find myself falling over the edge. My whole body shakes with the explosive orgasm. Romeo’s hands grip my waist, holding me still as he follows me over that edge, emptying himself inside me. I collapse onto him. My head rests on his chest as we both catch our breaths.

“I need to learn how to tattoo,” he says, out of the blue.

“Why?” I ask him.

“I want to tattoo my name on the lips of your pussy.”

I look at him with widened eyes. “That is never happening.”

“Never say never. I can be very persuasive, babe,” he says with a smirk.

“I will never be persuaded to let you do that to me, Romeo.”





I wake up to an empty bed. Stretching my arms above my head, I smile at the memory of last night’s activities. When I asked Romeo to make love to me, I wasn’t a hundred percent sure I could do it. I wanted to, but wanting to do something and being able to follow through without panicking are two different things.

Climbing out of bed, I head into the adjoining bathroom and turn on the hot water. I make quick work of showering and dressing. I brush my hair out before I go in search of Romeo. My face lights up when I enter the living room and find Izzy sitting on the sofa, scowling at her phone.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were coming today,” I greet her.

“Oh, yeah, me neither.” She smiles back at me; however, it’s strained.

“What’s wrong? Where’s Romeo?” I look around the open space, moving towards the kitchen and dining room area.

“He had to step out for a bit. You’re stuck with me for a few hours.”

“What happened?” I ask her.

“Ah, Savvy is missing.”

Savvy is Romeo’s brother’s new wife. “What do you mean missing?”

“Look, I think you need to ask Romeo when he gets back.”

As much as I want to press her for more information, I don’t. I get the feeling that no matter how much I push her, she won’t tell me anything anyway. “Is Romeo okay?” I ask the one burning question I have. “I mean, crap. It’s horrible, beyond awful, that Savvy is missing. I don’t mean… I just… crap. I don’t know what I mean. I just need to know that he’s okay. I’m a terrible person.” I sigh. A women is missing, and here I am, worried about my boyfriend. Fiancé.

“He’s fine, Livvy, and trust me when I say you are far from a horrible person. I’ve met plenty of truly horrendous people in my lifetime, and you are a fucking saint,” Izzy says.

“Thank you.” I sit next to her on the sofa. “I’m sorry you got stuck with babysitting duties,” I tell her.

“Hey, there is nowhere else I’d rather be. You happen to be my new favorite Valentino.” She laughs.

“I’m not a Valentino.”