Sinful Kisses by Emily Bowie
CHAPTER 28
I’m in the middle of making sandwiches, when Romeo stomps into the house all bloody. “What the heck happened to you?”
I take a fresh cloth out, ready to assess the damage. He grunts, heading into our room. I follow on his heels. Before I can get a good look at him, he’s shutting the door in my face and starting the shower.
I hustle to get the stitch kit I had made and walk into the bathroom. I place the kit on the counter before stripping down and joining Romeo in the shower.
His head tilts under the spray, his eyes closed. Every muscle in his body is tense as the blood washes away to turn pink around the drain.
My foot steps in and then the other.
“You shouldn’t be in here, Gia.” His voice sounds strained.
“Stop telling me what to do.”
His eyes open, and I can see the torment in them. “Are you prepared to make enemies?”
“I’m prepared to stand up for what I believe in.”
My hand touches his hip as my other one feathers across the cut above his eye. He looks like he’s been in a fight. I can see the start of a bruise on his cheek and his bicep.
“And what do you believe in?” he questions.
“That deep down you’re a good man.”
“If you knew me, you wouldn’t be saying that.”
I step closer, pecking his lips. “You’re honorable. Always prepared to fight for what you believe in. And I believe in us.” I search his eyes, and there’s no hesitation. Is this what Stockholm Syndrome is like? “I’ve never felt so safe or free as I do right now.”
“You need to look out for yourself, Gia. If you kiss me one more time, I won’t be able to stop myself from fucking you. And you will hate me for it.”
My heart speeds up. I press my naked body against his. His hands go to my waist. “I trust you. I see you, Romeo.”
My heart is racing inside of my chest. This moment feels significant. The energy in the shower is close to suffocating. My skin prickles with an awareness of him. He’s looking at me like he wants to devour me. Lust fills his eyes, and they rake over me hungrily.
“I’ve chosen you, Gia.”
Going on my tippy toes, I press a kiss to his lips. He stands there with his hands digging into my hips while I set the pace of the kiss. My lips press hard against his, my tongue licking the seam of his mouth before he opens for me. When our tongues meet, he picks me up. My back is shoved against the wall as he huskily growls, “Mine,” before he claims my mouth once again.
His dick hardens immediately and brushes against my legs that are wrapped around his waist.
“This is you choosing me,” he rasps into my ear before he lazily presses kisses to my neck.
My fingers dig into his hair, pulling when he sucks too hard. I should hate that he likes to mark me, but I secretly love it. When I pull too hard, he captures my hands, pinning them above my head.
His mouth latches onto my nipple, giving a sharp nip before his tongue soothes it and he sucks it. I fight against his hold; it’s turning me on.
“You won’t hate me forever,” he grunts as his cock enters my pussy with no warning. I have no time to comprehend his words before he’s fucking me. My legs squeeze tighter around him.
“Look at me.”
I open my eyes. His irises are almost black. His stare lights a fire over me, its flames licking my entire body before it settles between my thighs. The zap of desire heightens everything I’m feeling. My pulse is a distant hum in my ears as my body trembles in his arms.
Our connection never leaves as he continues to thrust in and out. I’m lost in his rough movements as my body fights for more. Each of our pushes and pulls are in perfect rhythm, yet it feels more like a fight for each other.
I moan. My eyes almost roll to the back of my head when I feel the distinct lightheadedness before orgasm. I fight harder to free my hands, wanting to touch him.
He pinches my ass with his free hand, making an angry growl in the back of his throat. Just as I’m about to orgasm, he stills.
“I need to hear it from you, Gia.”
I blink, unsure what he wants as my hips try to move against him. I’m so close. One more perfect thrust and I’m there.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Romeo,” I pant.
He rolls his hips, and I’m a goner. I yell out his name with a moan. The orgasm washes over me for a full minute. My heart is beating so hard I never knew it was possible. I’m scared it will bruise my chest with its strong beat.
I go limp in his arms, trying to catch my breath.
“On your knees.”
I slip from his hold, going onto my knees, the water cascading down Romeo’s back. Before he asks me, I take his cock in my mouth.
My hands stroke his base, my cheeks hollowing as I go up and down his shaft. It takes no time before he’s grunting out my name and comes down my throat.