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His mask of anger cracked for just a second. Then he barked, “Get. Out.”
And this time, the men did as he’d commanded. Kieran shot me a wink that gave me hope. Had I won?
When his friends had all filed up the stairs, he said with quiet, eerie calm, “Why do you want me to fuck you, Julietta? Why are you so determined to ruin our relationship?”
I lifted my hand the way one might to an abused, neglected dog. “I don’t know what changed, but I know you feel it too. I want you. Only you.”
His dark eyes brightened with hunger. He shook his head. “There are things about me that you don’t know.”
“Shhhh,” I said, tugging his tie loose and letting it fall to the floor. “I don’t care, Romero. I just want you.”
He hesitated a moment, searching my face. Whatever he was looking for—assurance, maybe—he found it. His mouth suddenly came down on mine.
Hard.
Consuming.
A moan escaped me, swallowed by lips on mine, his tongue diving into my mouth, tasting me, while I tasted him right back. There was whiskey and cigar smoke and everything I loved about Romero.
He was home.
His arms crushed me to him, his grip on my ass bruising.
“Fuck, Julietta, I’m yours. It’s so fucking wrong but you’re all I can ever think about.”
I moaned again, undoing the buttons on his white shirt. “And I’m yours,” I said against his lips between heavy pants. “Now take me upstairs to your bed. Please.”
He growled, lifting me from the chair. I wrapped my legs around him, letting him carry me up the steps while our mouths continued their scorching battle of dominance and possession.
It worked.
I can’t believe it fucking worked.
His cock hard and pressing against my belly, my pussy grew wet from his kisses. I didn’t care who said it was wrong. We were two souls torn apart by the world and everyone in it—but we were stronger together. What was so wrong with that?
He kicked open the door to his bedroom, and in the next moment my back hit the mattress. I smiled up at the sexy man before me. His eyes roved over my body again and he shook his head.
“Es muy bonita,” he whispered. So beautiful.
My smile widened.
“And all mine.”
He slid off his black jacket and the shirt beneath it, letting them fall to the floor in a heap. His body was glorious. Every inch was sculpted muscle, and I fully intended on taking my time running my tongue through every dip and over every curve.
I nodded. “Yours.” I sat up as he leaned down, and our lips brushed in a slower, sweeter touch. It sent tingles rushing up my body.
Romero was the only one that ever made me feel seen. Cared for.
And I knew as he deepened the kiss that he’d make my first time the most incredible experience of my life.
Chapter Twenty-One
JULIETTA
His lips pressed to my cheek, my jaw, my neck, and between the swell of my breasts. I arched my back, offering him more of my body.
Sliding a hand under me, he undid the clasp of my bra easily, ripping the lacy fabric off me with a growl. He paused, taking in the sight of my bare breasts, his pupils dilating. My nipples were achingly hard as the cool air whispered over them. Like a starving man, he snapped forward and took one of the hard peaks in his mouth, eliciting another gasp.
