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“So,” he whispers with a gentle stroke to my hand, “what do you think?” I tighten my lips, wanting to tell him that I hate it. “Baby, if you don’t like it, I can find something else.”

“Fuck you,” I choke out.

My stomach knots—not out of fear or anxiety like usual, but self-hatred, because all I want to do right now is kiss him. He’s chose this house because I would like everything in it, because he wanted to give me a place where I would be comfortable in. This house is an apology, one I want to be reluctant to accept, one I want to tell the bastard to take to hell with him, but I’m standing witness to his testament of trying.

“Baby, I know I—”

“I love it,” I whisper. My face heats as he takes my waist and I grip his annoyingly beautiful face. Before he can capture my lips, I pull back with a smile.

I am done being controlled by others and having my head forced underwater by the shame that’s ruled me for seven years. Sum qui sum. It’s about time I started acting like it.

“Rome,” he growls.

“Kneel,” I order, my heart pounding at the feel of his staggered breaths against my lips. Without hesitation, he falls to his knees before me. “You owe me an apology, so make it good.”

Heat permeates beneath my skin as he swiftly undoes my belt and zipper, pulling out my aching dick.

“I love you,” he whispers before sucking me into his warm mouth.

My lids flutter closed, and my head falls back on a loud moan. He hums, eliciting a pleasured quake from my body.

“Fuck.” I fist his hair and tug his head forward. He chokes when I force myself to the back of his throat.

My stomach shudders beneath his hand gliding to my nipple, and I suck a breath through my teeth when he rolls it between his fingers. Using my grip on his hair, I hold his head still and begin thrusting.

“F-fuck, Rain.”

My knees quake, threatening to give out as the orgasm tears through me. I spill into his mouth and shake his head before ripping him back by the hair, my release dripping from his lips.

He lets out a panted laugh as I wipe the cum dripping from his chin with my thumb and force it back into his mouth.

Chapter forty-eight

RAIN

He fucking said it. Well, he said he loves the house, but that translates to him loving me.

He left me on my knees and stripped off his clothes, leaving a trail from the bedroom to the bathroom. He then sat on the marble seat in the shower and sucked my soul from my body when I joined him. I had already placed his shampoo, conditioner, and body wash in the shower, along with the same washcloth he had. The same razor, aftershave, and cologne were waiting in a drawer on his side of the vanity.

I gently thread my fingers in his hair, the flames flickering on his bright strands as he lays beside me. I’m praising myself for not having put clothes in here yet, because now he’s forced to sleep naked.

His body has finally released the tension straining him the past week. I sure as shit can’t blame him, though. Learning everything he has and living with Blade has put Rome on the verge of a constant panic attack. I want him to understand that although I may have brought him into this, I will protect him with my life.

His eyes flick open when I pull my hand away, and he watches me remove my ring and throw it across the room into the fire.

The only reason we met was because my father had a plan to manipulate him into signing over his estate so he could use him for information and his connections. I may be delusional in thinking Rome and I would have met eventually, but my delusions have often come to fruition.

He’s here. He’s mine. He’s safe.

“Why did you do that?” He whispers.

“Because the only person I belong to is you.”

“You’re choosing me over your dad?”

“I choose you over everything.”

This situation with Smith is far from over. Blade and I had gone to the penthouse two nights ago to give Ryan one last chance to make contact. He’d been trying, but Smith isn’t a fool. The number he was using was out of service. Ryan didn’t hold up his end of the deal, so we weren’t obligated to hold up ours. He screamed and begged while Blade rolled out the plastic sheet and put him on his knees. I did what I usually do: one shot to kill.