“Yeah, okay. It’s the best thing for Baby S, and you just said you’d bring David to me. You took all my ammunition away before I could even load it.”
I wouldn’t play at his emotional state. This was rare form for him, and that would be wrong on so many levels, so I eased back into his comfort zone with wit. I was becoming quite good at that.
“Cali.” He gave me a whole different kind of look and I knew exactly what it meant.
“Rome,” I retorted, pretending to be oblivious and failing.
He was covered in blood and had just destroyed a man in front of me; he’d never looked fucking better. I don’t think I’d ever wanted him more.
“Get up and turn around. I want you bent over that fucking desk.”
CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
It was painfully intense.
I was completely naked.
He was behind me on his knees with his tongue inside my pussy and the handle of his knife easing in and out of my ass.
I’d already come once. He pulled away and sunk his teeth into my right cheek. I bit my lip to stifle a moan. The knife disappeared and something wet replaced it.
I glanced over my shoulder to see him holding his freshly cut fist over my ass, letting blood drip down the crevice. I could have come again from that visual alone.
“Rome, hurry up.” I pushed back at him, arousal making my pussy clench when his onyx hues looked into mine. “Can you take your shirt off?”
His pristine grin was full of devilry, disappearing as he pulled his bloody T-shirt off and let it drop to the floor. I drank in his wildly inked body, wishing I was facing the other way so I could stroke the wicked looking skull.
He eased behind me, smearing his bloody fist up and down his dick before spreading my ass cheeks apart and shoving inside with no warning. The immediate pressure was overwhelming. I was so full of him, I thought I was going to rip in half.
I choked on a scream, grabbing the desk to brace myself. He grabbed hold of my throat to keep me upright; his other hand lifted my leg and hooked it over his arm, leaving me to balance on one.
He pummeled me. His dick drove into my ass like it had committed a crime against him and this was punishment. The blood quickly lost its slickness and all I felt was every solid inch of him thrusting in and out. It hurt in a beautiful agonizing way, a way only he had ever made me feel.
“Fuck, Rome!” I gripped his wrists so hard my nails dug in.
“Say it again,” he breathed in my ear, kissing down my neck.
“Romero,” I moaned, as he picked up his pace, leaving me a quivering, screaming mess.
“Play with my pussy, baby. Touch what belongs to me.”
My hand immediately flew between my spread legs. It was a miracle I could concentrate. I fucked myself with my fingers while he dominated my ass.
“You feel so fucking good. This will always be mine,” he growled, biting down on my shoulder and bottoming out.
“Yours, all yours,” I agreed, feeling heat gathering in my core.
His grip on my throat tightened, and he dug his fingers into my thigh. I felt his solid abs against my back. I moved my fingers to my clit, rolling it in a circular motion. “Holy shit, Romero! I’m––”
I grabbed hold of his wrists with my hands, unintelligible words poured from my mouth, mixed in with a barrage of unrestrained moans.
I saw colors I didn’t even know existed.
It felt so good, I started crying while I was coming.
“Cali.” I heard him laugh and opened my eyes.
I was leaning my head back against his chest, missing the part where he came and it was now running down my ass crack. He stood me up and kept his arms around my waist.