MIA
He was so big that I could barely fit half of him in my mouth, but every time I heard him say my name, I tried harder.
He moaned it. Grunted it. Cursed it.
And when his balls tightened in my hand and his cum flooded my throat, that “Mia” sounded like a plea.
He had his fingers in my hair while his hips made shallow thrusts as he rode his high. Eventually, his groans turned into harsh breaths, and God, there was nothing quite like it.
I slurped him all the way down, licking over the head until not a drop of his cum was left.
When I finally sat up, the sight below couldn’t be more satisfying. He looked destroyed.
“And we haven’t even fucked yet,” he mused, more to himself than to me.
I fell beside him on the bed. “Need a break?”
He tugged me against him and pressed his nose against my hair. “Yeah. With you sitting on my face.”
I laughed. “I need a break too. I’m going to get some water. Want some?”
He squeezed my ass. “I’ll get it.”
“You don’t know where anything is.”
“I’ll figure it out,” he said, sliding off the bed. The view of his tatted back as he walked out of the room ensured my eyes didn’t stray from him for a moment.
I slid under the duvet. My heart raced inside my chest, and my body buzzed.
I was satisfied. Yet not.
I was enjoying this so much that I wasn’t sure how I’d feel tomorrow morning when Romolo left and everything went back to normal.
Me, living my life, doing everything I could for the campaign.
Him, living his life, doing…whatever it was that he did with his days.
What did he do with his days?
He came back in with two glasses of water and handed one to me.
“What kind of work do you actually do for your family?” I asked, my gaze sliding down his chest and settling on his abs. He worked hard on that body.
“Why?” he asked with an arched brow.
My eyes moved back to his face. “Just curious.”
“I run a nightclub,” he said. “But I work on some other things too.”
“What kind of things?”
“All kinds.”
“All kinds” sounded ominous. A part of me was curious, but another part much preferred not to find out. If I thought too hard about what I was doing and who I was doing it with…
I gulped down my water. It was just one night. I wasn’t risking the campaign. No one knew he was here, and no one would find out. I’d even keep it a secret from friends, because honestly, I didn’t know how I’d explain it to them.
But I didn’t have to think about all that right now.
“It’s called Black Silk,” he said, placing his empty glass on the nightstand. “I’d invite you to visit, but it’s probably not a good idea for you to be seen there.” Some darkness slipped into his expression, and he looked away.
What was on his mind? I wondered if he felt conflicted about being here, about giving in to this attraction. After all, I was still the enemy. Even if I didn’t really think of him as one.
His family is the reason your uncle is dead, a voice in my head reminded me.
An uncle I never knew. An uncle I never loved. But I loved my dad, and even if the fight he was fighting wasn’t my own, I was still loyal to him.
It’s just one night.
“That’s okay. I’m not much of a nightlife person anyway,” I said softly.
His Adam’s apple bobbed. The air in the room felt charged with something that neither of us dared to address.
My attraction to him burned like a flame in the pit of my belly, but that wasn’t the only reason I hadn’t been able to forget about him all these weeks.
For me, it was deeper than that.
I had no clue what it was like for him.
“So is it working?” I asked, putting my glass beside his. “Are we getting each other out of our systems?”
He dragged his palm over his jaw and looked at me thoughtfully. “Not sure yet.” His voice was gruff.
I bit my lip. “Better get back to it then. The night won’t last forever.”
His nostrils flared, and something about the way his shoulders dropped a little made my chest clench. But before I could make sense of his body language, he sank onto the bed.
A frisson zinged up my spine as he peeled the duvet off me, revealing me inch by inch. The caress of his gaze sent heat spreading through my core. He looked at my body with such fascination—now and earlier—and I wished I was brave enough to ask why. I wasn’t the first woman he’d slept with—far from it.
I remembered Harper. That selfie of him and another girl on his phone.
Those memories made me want to sink my nails into him like they were claws and demand to know what he was thinking. I gave my head a shake as if to dispel the ridiculous urge.
I had no right to feel possessiveness. Jealousy. He wasn’t mine. All we had was this one night.
He brushed his lips over my nipple. “Fuck. Left the condoms in the car. I’ll go grab them.”
“I have some,” I said cheerfully to mask the tightness in my throat.
“Do you?” He lifted his narrowed gaze to my face, and I could tell this news pissed him off.
He didn’t like being reminded I’d been with other people? Well, he could join the damn club. At least he’d never had to listen to a man proclaim his love to me.
“Yeah, I do.” I slid out from under him. “One second.”
I crossed the room toward the en suite bathroom and opened the cabinet behind the mirror.
There was a box. Closed.
Should I open it to make it seem like some had been used? No, that was too petty.
When I returned, he was sitting against the headboard, waiting. I tossed the box at him. He caught it with distaste and turned it over to read the back.
“Wow.” I propped my shoulder against the doorframe and crossed my arms over my chest. “Never thought you’d need to read the instructions.”
He shot me a glare. “I’m checking to make sure they’re not expired.”
“They’re not that old,” I said, keeping my voice casual.
His jaw ticked.
“Get over here.” The words came out rough.
The moment I reached the bed, he yanked me onto his lap.
I yelped. “Rom!”
His lips brushed mine, teasing before he bit down just hard enough to sting. When he pulled back, his brows were still furrowed in displeasure. “Who bought these?”
“Me.” My palms flattened against his chest, and I could feel his steady heartbeat.
“Can’t imagine you walking into a convenience store and asking for ribbed for her pleasure—’
“The Internet is this magical place where you can buy just about anything and get it delivered to your door. You should give it a try sometime.”
“Ha. Ha. Good one,” he said in a deadpan.
My fingertips trailed over the hard angle of his jaw. “Anything else you want to ask me?”
His palms flexed on my waist. “When was the last time you fucked someone, Mia?”
Heat rose to my cheeks. Damn it. He’d called my bluff. I knew I didn’t owe him an answer, but I gave it anyway, “Two years ago.”
His palm slid up my stomach, carving a path between my breasts before wrapping gently around my neck. He exerted just enough pressure to send a jolt of electricity through me. “Who.”
“I’m not telling you.” I had a feeling they might end up in Vermont if I did. “When was the last time you slept with someone?”
His thumb traced slow strokes against the side of my throat. “Two months.”
Jealousy wriggled into knots inside my stomach. I shouldn’t have asked.
But then, I did the math. “So…around the time of the engagement party?”
“The week before.” Darkness and something else danced at the edges of his stare.
“And no one since?”
He didn’t answer. He just let go of my throat, cracked open the box of condoms, and fished one out.
“Hmm.” A slow smile tugged on my lips. “Wonder why.”
He rolled it on. “Beats me.”
I laughed, and happiness fizzed like champagne inside my chest.
“Something funny?” A warning seeped through his voice.
“Yea—ah!”
His palm landed against my ass in a sharp, stinging smack that sent heat rushing through me.
“That’s for all that fucking sass.” His grip tightened on my hips. “Now, get on your hands and knees, Berry. I’m tired of not being inside you.”
What did it say about me that I scrambled to obey?
The sting from his slap faded beneath the soothing warmth of his palm as he rubbed over the spot. Then he hauled me closer, positioning me just where he wanted. The head of his cock pressed against my entrance.
My core clenched, as if inviting him in.
His fingers wound into my hair, coiling it tightly around his fist, and he pulled until my back arched.
Then, in one slow, controlled motion, he pushed inside me.
I moaned. It was a tight fit.
“This still funny?” he taunted as he pulled out before thrusting back in.
“A bit.”
He tugged me harder against him and picked up speed. His hips smacked into mine, his balls slapping against my clit while the diamonds still around my neck bounced with every thrust.
“How about now?”
“Romolo,” I moaned, sweat slicking my back.
“You said everything we’ve fantasized about, right? I wonder how funny you’ll find it when I’m deep inside of here.”
I barely had time to register before his thumb pressed against the other hole.
I whimpered against the shallow intrusion. “Who says I’ll let you?”
“Did you let him?” he growled, his pace turning rougher, harder. “The one you went Internet shopping for?”
Oh, he was really jealous.
A breathless laugh lodged in my throat, and I bit down on the inside of my cheek to keep it at bay.
“No.” I panted as he fucked me like he wanted to punish me, like he wanted to erase my memories of anyone who’d come before him. “Never.”
His cock thickened inside me. “Atta girl.” He reached around me, his fingers finding my clit. He slid them over it in tight, merciless circles, like that was my reward.
It was so good that I sobbed into the duvet. Somehow, he knew how to work my body better than I did, which was why I opened my mouth and said, “I’d let you.”
“Ah fuck.” Whatever restraint he still had snapped. He went at me like a wild animal. I clutched at the sheets, whimpering as he got me closer and closer to the edge. My pussy spasmed around him, willing him to go harder, deeper.
I pushed myself upright until my back met his chest, and wrapped my fingers around the headboard. His palm slid around my throat again, applying the perfect amount of pressure as he drove into me from behind.
I turned my head, and his mouth crashed down on mine in a searing, hungry kiss. The combination of his tongue tangling with mine and his fingers moving in tighter and tighter circles finally threw me over the edge.
My body clenched around him, pleasure exploding in waves, and his rhythm turned frantic, his fingers digging into my hip. One more stroke, and he groaned with his own release, his body curving over mine. “Fuuuck. You were made for me, Berry.”
Butterflies exploded inside my belly. I was spent. Breathless. Dazed.
Even if this night was a reckless mistake, it was the best damn mistake I’d ever made.
