Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
“I should go.” It pains me to say it, and concern immediately floods Romeo’s face. Good. This might be the wake-up call we both need to live another day.
“Did I say something to upset you?” His voice hardens.
“The opposite. That’s the problem.”
I start to walk. As fun as it’s been, I’m too close to making a bad decision. It’s time to snap back to reality from whatever cloud Romeo got me floating on.
If not for my own safety, then for his.
5
ROMEO
I’m surprised at how easy it is to follow Jess. I’m more surprised at how watching her leave made my heart ache.
From the ballroom and along various hallways of this massive estate, neither she nor anyone else seems to care that I’m walking through it freely. It’s a nice change of pace from my usual hunts.
Two women emerge from a doorway not far in front of Jess. One’s patting down the front of her dress while the other tucks a travel mirror into her purse. With them heading back to the ballroom, it leads me to believe it’s a bathroom.
No wonder I haven’t caught anyone’s eye. We’re still in the public domain.
I storm forward to catch up to Jess before she passes the door. And even with my heightened speed, I barely make it in time.
“Not so fast, pretty little thing,” I whisper into her ear as I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her with me into the bathroom. She vibrates with a sharp shake of fear at my sudden interruption but calms just as quickly when she hears my voice.
“What do you think you’re doing?” She talks in a hushed whisper. I’m inclined to do the same.
“I wasn’t finished.” Her vanilla perfume floods my nose and tickles my brain.
“You’re going to get in trouble,” Jess says, but staring at her face in the giant mirror before us, I can tell she doesn’t care. Neither do I.
She’s right where I want her, and taking a beating for it seems like a good trade.
“Difference between me and Tweed? I’m not scared,” I say.
The mirror shows just how tiny she is beside me. The arm that clawed into her has moved up to her chest and covers her breasts down to her belly. Hell, if she tried putting on my jacket, I’m sure she’d get lost in it for hours.
“You don’t understand. He’ll—” She reaches a hand up to my cheek and cups it gently.
Yet, she doesn’t push me away. Doesn’t even try to create distance between us when my cock is stabbing into her spine. Damn thing jumped straight up when I got a better look at her tits and hasn’t stopped throbbing since.
“Kill me?” I try to stifle my grin, but I can’t. Many have tried, all have failed. I don’t expect that to change tonight. “Your old man’s Billy Mayfair?”
The fear in her big blue eyes makes me irrationally angry.
“As a guest in our home, you should’ve known already.”
I lean in closer to her, sucking in deep lungfuls of her intoxicating aroma. I’d replace the air that I breathe with this scent if I could. Another permanent fixture in my home to keep her close forever.
“I did. Took me longer to figure it out than I’m happy to admit.” It was her confidence treading down these halls that enlightened me. But where most would find defeat in this realization, I see an opportunity.
“Then you should be sacred,” she says.
I adjust my arm around her chest until my hand gets its first true touch of her breast. The squishy mountain fills my palm, and its pointy peak digs through her dress. A soft, cooing sound of pleasure emits from her slightly parted lips.
“I’m not.”
My free hand moves against her side, but it doesn’t hover long. It slides across her hips and against her ass, and like the other, gives a firm squeeze against another round orb. Another stifled sound barely escapes her mouth, but this time, she falls forward with my touch. She digs both elbows onto the basin counter, and her eyes linger on mine through the mirror.
“You’re a fool if you’re not afraid of him.” Jess is panting, practically on the verge of begging me to continue.
“I’d rather die a happy fool than lose another second with you,” I say, and my hand moves lower until my fingertips dance against the hemline of her dress.
I ball the fabric into a shaky fist and lift it higher, breaking eye contact to lower my gaze in the mirror. Desperation has been gnawing at me from the second I saw her, but the mirror shows the full extent of it. One tug of the hand has hoisted her dress so far up her body, I’m not only greeted by her black mesh panties but the matching cup of her bra.