Chapter Twenty-Six
Caius
S he went outside.
I know Romy. She’ll have used my instructions to help Megan. And because I am familiar with all of CUP’s ins and outs, it will work. Once the girl realizes she’s been duped, she’ll lose her shit. Romy will want to save her, which means helping her escape.
I’d seen Bastian not far ahead of me heading down a hallway. Since we’re both looking for the same people, I follow after him. A Secret Serviceman pushes the door to the outside open for him and he slips out. I pick up my pace, stalking after him.
When I reach the door, the man says in an exhausted voice, “If you leave, you have to go around front. No reentry here.”
“No problem,” I grunt, pushing past him to exit the building.
The awful wintry air assaults me, but I’m on a mission to find Romy. On one corner, I see two people who could be them, though it’s hard to tell. The woman disappears out of sight and the man soon follows.
Only one woman, not two.
I take off in a sprint, my dress shoes pinching at my toes with every step. They’re not exactly runner’s gear. When I make it to the corner, I nearly slide across the pavement in them but manage to stop myself before landing on my ass.
Several feet ahead, two people are speaking.
Romy and Bastian.
It’s not friendly either. Bastian is too close to Romy, his shoulders squared and threatening. Her chin is lifted and she’s staring up at him in defiance.
“She’s gone,” Romy spits out at him. “Now leave her the hell alone.”
Bastian explodes with rage. “What have you done, you bitch?!”
He grabs hold of her jaw and slams her against the side of the building, the back of her head bouncing so forcefully against the brick I’m surprised the move doesn’t kill her.
Everything goes black as I launch myself at him. I grab him by the collar of his jacket, yanking him away from her. He stumbles and lands on the ground with a grunt. I’m on him within a second.
The rage is all-consuming.
I’m overwhelmed by it. I want nothing more than to make him pay for hurting her. It’s reminiscent of my youth when I’d get into angry brawls with other kids and even people who were supposed to help me after my parents’ deaths.
Nothing can stop the storm of emotions blasting from me.
My fist slams into Bastian’s face over and over and over again. I feel my knuckles splitting and bruising, but it’s not enough to stop me. I’m aware of the occasional punch back—to the ribs, the jaw, and even to the nuts—but nothing deters me from my need to crush him.
I taste blood and my tooth hurts because the fucker got another blow on me, but I just do a better job of blocking him next time. His nose breaks with a satisfying pop, causing more blood in our battle. I knock him in his ear, hoping I jam his ear plug all the way into his brain.
I’m about to flip him over so his teeth can meet the pavement when I’m jerked away. Someone incredibly strong easily subdues me. I kick out and roar, still trying to beat the fuck out of that man.
As the haze of hatred begins to dissipate, I realize we’ve drawn a crowd. Secret Servicemen are everywhere, shouting at bystanders to move back. It’s then I see both Dad and Gideon nearby wearing matching glares.
They’re pissed.
Who gives a fuck?
“Where’s Romy?” I snarl, spitting blood out of my mouth. “Where the fuck is my fiancée?”
Dad storms over to me, eyes burning hot. “Calm down, Son. She’s fine. Right over there.”
I follow where he points and see Romy rubbing at the back of her head. Her dad puts his jacket over her since she’s shivering so wildly.
“I need to see her,” I snap, trying and failing to escape the big man’s grip.
“You can,” Dad assures me. “The car is pulling around. You two need to leave. We can discuss this tomorrow. Me and Gideon have damage control to do. This is fucking embarrassing.”
A flicker of shame makes itself known, but anger over the situation snuffs it out. Bastian put his hands on my woman. He can fuck off and die for all I care.
“He’s alive,” someone says. “I think he has a concussion. We need an ambulance.”
A sinister laugh barks out of me, drawing horrified stares my way. Dad blocks them from seeing me. When a car pulls up to the curb, Dad opens the door and helps the man shove me inside. Before I can start barking to see Romy, she slides in next to me.
“Thank fuck,” I hiss, pulling her to me in a crushing hug. “Are you hurt? Did that motherfucker hurt you?”
“I’m fine,” she whispers. “Relax, Caius. It’s okay. Just close your eyes and calm down.”
My heart is slamming against my ribcage, but her soothing words do their job. I unclench my teeth and do as I’m told. The ride feels unusually bumpy, making me aware to all sorts of pains and bruises I didn’t notice until now.
I must’ve fallen asleep because it feels as though only seconds have passed when Romy gently rouses me. “We’re here. The driver said Orion called ahead. We’re going to go in through the back. There’s a service elevator we can use so as not to make a scene.”
The shame is back and lingers. Not only did I lose my cool, but I also did it in front of everyone. I beat the shit out of my woman’s brother, too. I’m not so worried about the story getting out in the news as I am about exposing a real part of myself for the world to see.
“I hope he’s dead,” I tell her, wincing as we climb out of the car.
“Stop.” She takes hold of my aching hand and guides me into the nondescript door. “We can talk about this in our room.”
I lean heavily on Romy as we take the elevator up to our floor. She goes slowly as she helps me to our room. When we slip inside, we’re met with a concerned Theo.
“What the hell happened?” he hisses, voice low.
“Your dad can tell you,” Romy says to him. “Kaitlyn in bed?”
“Just sent her there.”
“Good. You can go. We’ll be here if she needs anything.”
With those words, she takes me into our room and closes the door.
“I’m going to get a shower started,” she says. “You’re filthy.”
I nod and sway when she releases me. “I’m fine. Go.”
As soon as she goes into the bathroom, I carefully take off my suit jacket. When I pull my phone out of my pants’ pocket, I notice a recent text from an unknown number.
Unknown Number: You’re making a mess of things. I really don’t want to have to clean it all up. - S
I happily type a message back to him.
Me: Fuck. You.
After tossing the phone onto the table, I strip out of my clothes with painstaking effort. Once finally naked, I shuffle into the bathroom. Romy is also naked and is gently pulling bobby pins out of her updo, wincing slightly when the hair tumbles down, no doubt tugging on the sore part of her scalp.
She steps into the steamy spray of the shower. I follow my dick that is now hard, pointing in her direction.
“Let me see,” I growl. “Show me what he did to you.”
She lifts her hands to her hair and pulls it apart. “It’s really bruised, but I’m going to be fine.”
There’s a smear of blood in her hair from a small laceration, but nothing terrible. Relief floods through me.
“Now let’s look at you,” she says, turning to face me. “Your lip is busted.”
“My jaw hurts worse.”
She gently fingers my jawline. “I’m sorry.”
I scoff at her words. “Why? You didn’t do this.”
“Technically, I did. I provoked him by getting Megan away.”
I remain still as she begins soaping down my chest and shoulders. When her hands run over my left ribs, I grimace in pain. “Ah, fuck, that hurts too.”
She purses her lips, worry etched in her expression, and continues washing me. Once I’m clean, she then takes a cloth and dabs at my face, careful not to hurt the cuts and bruises there.
“You’re going to be black and blue tomorrow,” she says with a sigh. “Maybe we should take you to the hospital to get checked out.”
“Nah, I’m good. You should see the other guy.”
She rolls her eyes. “You’ve got a temper hidden away in there, don’t you?”
“I did well keeping it under wraps until I met you.”
“I see that.” She sighs. “At least that beating you gave my brother will delay him in going after Megan. She’ll be safe at home before he even leaves the hospital.”
“You’re welcome.”
She softly kisses my lips. “Thank you.”
We’re quiet for a moment as the hot spray soaks over our sore bodies.
“He’s never put his hands on me before,” Romy says with crushing sadness. “I never expected that from him. I’m heartbroken, Caius.”
I groan as I pull her to me. “I know, love. Fucked up.”
The silence drags on and then the moment turns from tender to heated. Our mouths fuse together for a kiss that makes my split lip burn. Not that I care. I kiss her with a desperation I didn’t know existed inside me.
She cries out when I spin her to face the glass. I grab onto her thigh, hiking her leg up so her foot can rest on the seat in the shower. Then, without any prep, aside from the hot water, I grip my slick dick and press against her pussy.
“Want me to fuck you raw and fast against this glass?” I ask, voice gritty and raw. “Beg for it, love.”
She moans and nods. “Yes. Please, Cai.”
One of my hands finds her hip and the other one of her bouncy tits. I slam into her with enough force the glass wobbles. Her hands splay onto the glass and she lays her cheek against it. I grunt as her tight body greedily sucks at my cock with each stroke. Each time I pinch or pull at her nipple, her pussy clenches around my thickness. It feels so damn good I continue to assault her breasts with teasing flicks and tugs.
I’m not going to last long.
Plus, my nuts are sore as fuck from that literal low blow earlier.
“You’re mine now,” I tell her, hips thrusting with uncontrolled fury. “Feel me stretching what’s mine?”
“Y-yes. Feels good.”
“Damn right it does,” I growl, nipping her shoulder with my teeth. “This pussy belongs to me, love. That’s why you put that ring on, didn’t you?”
We both know the ring was just another game.
Or do we?
“Mmmm,” she moans. “Yes. I’m yours.”
I slide my palm from her breast, over her sexy stomach, to her clit. Her ass pushes against me, like she’s hiding from my fingers. This just makes me want to pleasure her even more.
She knows it’s going to feel so good and yet she’s afraid of the overwhelming feel of it.
“Don’t run away from me, little girl,” I rumble as I pinch her clit. “This is mine whenever I want it. Got it?”
“Uh, yes,” she breathes, trembling against the glass. “It’s too much.”
“Never.”
Each stroke inside of her brings me closer and closer to the edge. I’ve never known sex to feel so fucking good. With her, I lose parts of myself and gain new ones.
“Come on my cock, love, so I can come too.”
I roll her clit between my thumb and finger over and over until she cries out in ecstasy. Her legs buckle, like she might collapse, so I press her against the glass to hold her up as I buck my hips a few last times.
My sore balls seize up in pleasure and then the first jet of release shoots inside her.
Pull out.
Pull out.
I grind against her as my cock throbs with dizzying pleasure. Her pussy clenches around my dick as if pleading for it not to leave. Indulging her pretty pussy, I keep my cock deep inside of her until it spits out every last drop of cum left inside me.
I’m going to get her pregnant.
It’s not a threat or a desire. Just the truth. Two people can’t fuck like this, unprotected, and expect not to make a baby.
Talk about complication.
That would further entangle Romy Langston in my life. I’d never be able to let go of her then. Our ruse would become reality.
My brain is screeching for me to do the right thing. Be the bigger adult here and pull my spent cock out of her. Run some water inside of her body to rinse out any potential of pregnancy.
It’s my heart, though, calling the shots.
Possessive, obsessive, clawing need to own a part of her burns hot through my veins, infecting every part of me. The feral need for this woman and whatever consequences we create together numbs my brain until it can’t think of anything but her.
“I can barely stand,” Romy admits with a raspy voice.
Slowly, I pull out of her body and then hug her to me to keep her from falling. “It’s okay, love. I’ll carry you to bed. All you need to do is spread your sexy thighs and let me do all the work.”
“Still not sated?” She yawns and then laughs. “I’m done for the night.”
I suck on the side of her neck before saying, “Never sated with you. And you’re done when I say you’re done. We’re just getting started.”