Chapter 7
Romeo
Ithrust my head further back into the pillow and groan as the warm pussy currently gyrating over my cock picks up speed.
My mind automatically conjures up images of Lucia with her face tilted back and her pretty lips parted, like they were the day she straddled me and got herself off.
I’ve been beating myself up over it ever since I let that happen, because I can’t get that moment out of my mind. The second I suggested she use my cock as a substitute for her vibrator, I knew it was a mistake.
A huge motherfucking mistake.
It went against everything I’d been working towards up until that point—everything I’d been fighting—but despite how wrong it was, it didn’t stop me from blowing my load in my pants like a prepubescent teenager.
I’m still humiliated by that knowledge, and so angry with myself. It’s not something I’ve ever experienced, even when I was a kid.
This woman makes me do things I’ve never done before. The scary thing is, it’s not by force or even by asking, it’s just by being who she is.
She disarms me and has me saying things I swore I’d never admit out loud.
Lucia Rossi has me caring in a way that feels dangerous to a man like me. As if I’ve handed her a loaded gun and dared her to pull the trigger. I find myself reaching out when I should shut down, staying when every instinct tells me to run. It’s fucking infuriating.
The things I wanted to do to her that morning—but thankfully, I somehow found the willpower not to—still fill me with shame.
I can’t even tell you why I went through with it. Maybe I just let myself believe that giving her what she wanted might help us move past this clusterfuck. But I was wrong; it only made things worse. Obviously, Lucia took it as a green light and started coming after me even harder.
I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to remain in this house with her. I can’t even escape that little vixen in my dreams. It’s hard to give someone a wide berth when you are both living under the same roof, especially when she takes every opportunity available to break my resolve.
It tears me apart to walk around pretending she doesn’t consume my every waking thought, because the truth is all I can think about is her, or how desperately I want to grab hold and never let go.
My hands reach for her in sleep as my fingers dig into the soft flesh of her arse. She lays her torso over mine, pressing those perky tits of hers against my chest.
When her mouth moves to my neck, raining scorching hot kisses against my skin—like she did the morning she got herself off on my lap—my hand moves up to fist a chunk of her hair.
Since this isn’t really happening, I can do something I’ve been aching to do since we met. Taste those plump fucking lips of hers without having to worry about the consequences.
I tug on her hair in an attempt to turn her face towards mine, but I pause immediately when she whimpers, “Ouch,” against my searing hot skin.
My eyes spring open in shock, and when I find that I didn’t in fact conjure up this moment, that Lucia is actually here in my room grinding on my cock, my head spins.
“Fuck,” I grumble as I grab her shoulders, drawing her back. “What in the hell are you doing?”
She blinks down at me a couple of times, slow and deliberate, as if the answer is painfully apparent. Like I’m an idiot for even asking.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” she shoots back, with so much snark it sends my blood pressure climbing.
“Why are you in my room, Lucia?” I growl.
“Because you gave me a free pass.”
“A one-off free pass. I never said you could grind on my dick whenever you felt like it.”
She lifts one shoulder, not letting that deter her as a devious smile curves her lips.
A deep growl rumbles in the back of my throat when she starts moving again, rocking her body over my aching cock.
As good as it feels, as she feels, it’s like a slow-burning torture that’s eating me up from the inside out.
“Well, you should’ve been more specific. I was under the impression—”
“Get off me,” I grumble, trying to end this before I do something stupid, like relent.
“No!”
“Lucia!”
“Give me a minute, I’m almost done.”
She’s a tiny thing and weighs next to nothing, so with minimal effort, I flip her onto her back, moving over the top of her and pinning her body to the mattress, trying my best to give my cock a wide berth from her in the process.
The things I want to do to this woman are endless. I’m consumed with need. I’ve never yearned for anything like I do her.
As a kid, I wished for a lot of things. A permanent roof over my head, a stable home, food in my stomach … a sober mother who actually gave a shit about me. But nothing has ever felt as sacred as Lucia does.
It’s a damn shame I can’t keep her and make her mine, because deep down, if I’m being completely honest with myself, that’s exactly what I want to do.
My breathing is coming in short, sporadic, heaving spurts as I lean down, resting my forehead against hers. It’s taking every ounce of strength I possess not to give in to the temptation and finally take what I want, but deep down, I know I can’t do that.
“Babe,” I whisper as I glide the side of my nose against hers.
I hear her breath hitch in her throat before she counters, “You called me babe.”
Damn. I sigh, drawing my face back. We both know that was a massive mistake on my part. I shouldn’t have said it. I need to nip this shit in the bud and get her out of my room pronto.
I take a deep breath and say the words that need to be said. “You shouldn’t be in here, Luc.”
“But I am,” she replies with a frown. “A second ago, you seemed just as into it as I was.”
“Because I thought I was dreaming,” I admit, flattening my palms against the mattress and pushing up, taking my weight off her.
“Oh!” she replies with a wince. “So, you are okay being with me in your head, just not in real life.”
I blow out an exasperated breath. It sounds fucked up when she says it like that, but the short answer is yes.
“Pretty much.”
“But I want you.”
“We can’t always get what we want, Lucia.”
“I want you to be my first. I’m not asking for a permanent commitment like marriage. I just want to be able to make this choice for myself, and I choose you.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“I mean every word. You’re all I want, Romeo.”
She reaches up to stroke her fingertips down the side of my face. It’s such a loving and intimate move, which is something I’m not used to, so it has a knot forming in the back of my throat.
“You need to leave.”
“But I wasn’t finished, and since you murdered Big-O …”
“Use your hand, Lucia,” I growl, holding my ground with everything I’ve got.
“I’ve tried that before, but it doesn’t seem to work for me.”
“Try harder.”
She wiggles her eyebrows. “Wanna watch?”
I tilt my head back and groan. I swear this woman is going to give me a fucking aneurysm.
I clamber off the bed and put some much-needed room between us as I stalk towards the bedroom door and open it. I keep my face trained towards the ceiling, so I’m not tempted to ogle her as she sits up and shimmies towards the edge of the mattress.
Seconds later, she breezes past me, blowing out a puff of air as she passes. The moment she steps over the threshold of my bedroom, I close the door behind her, locking it for good measure.
Resting my head against the back of the door, I release a long, drawn-out sigh.
I deserve a fucking medal for the self-restraint I’ve just shown.
I doubt any man in my position, who was secretly lusting over that woman like I am, would’ve been able to stop what just happened from progressing further.
When she offered up her virginity, it nearly broke me. It was the cruellest kind of lure, one I had no business entertaining. But somehow, I managed to pull myself back from the edge, stopping things before I did something neither of us could undo.
While part of me is proud of having enough self-constraint, I’m still burning up with an aching need that borders on madness. It damn near killed me to deny her.
I’m left sporting the worst set of blue balls for doing so, but deep down, I know I did the right thing for both of us.
I’m feeling extra growly as I take a seat at the kitchen table. I’m not even sure if I’ll get breakfast this morning after kicking Lucia out of my room last night, but I guess I’ll find out soon enough.
I’m so worked up I even contemplated taking care of myself in the shower … again, but thankfully, I held firm. I knew no matter how hard I fought it, my mind would still conjure up images of that maddening woman if I did. I need to shut this shit down once and for all.
I have no choice. Last night I was so close to caving … to giving in to those carnal desires. I wanted to fuck that forbidden pussy of hers so badly that I almost couldn’t see straight. She’s wearing me down, slowly breaking through the walls I’ve tried so hard to keep erected.
I need to face the cold, hard truth: Lucia Rossi deserves everything, and I’m nowhere close to enough.
My eyes flicker to her, and I suck in a breath, holding it as she approaches the table and sets a plate full of food in front of me.
I arch an eyebrow in surprise. “You’re feeding me this morning?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” she says, her face all sweetness and light, like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. She looks like a damn angel, but I know better.
I wait until she’s grabbed her own plate and taken a seat before picking up my fork and digging in. If she wants to pretend last night didn’t happen, I’m good with that.
She doesn’t touch her food right away, and my fork stalls halfway to my mouth when I catch her sliding a hand into her top, pulling out a folded piece of paper from her bra.
My eyes narrow when she places it down and slides it towards me.
“What’s this?” I ask.
She raises her chin slightly, which tells me I’m not going to like whatever it is. “A new shopping list for you to give to your men.”