Page 65 of Unmasking My Dark Knight

“No?” he questioned.

“I didn’t mean it like that…” I looked up at him. For as dark as it was in here, the light did hug around the abs that protruded from his shirt. It was that tight. It was like a hand magnet. My fingers itched to feel him.

“What did you mean, Ivy Jade?” he rasped lowly.

The way he said my name did me in. I longed to feel his lips on mine, his body pressed against me. I stepped closer to him, flattening my hand across his stomach. It was hard with muscle.

“Ivy Jade?” he asked again, snapping me out of my self-indulgent daze.

“What if we could go back to that moment in the garden? From earlier! If I hadn’t left… what would have happened?” I said, and my mouth started to run dry.

Romeo’s eyes grew dark with lust. “What would you have wanted to happen?” he threw back at me, wrapping his hand around my wrist.

I wanted to scream at him to just kiss me, to take me, to… “More. I wanted more to happen,” I said vaguely, as if I’d never read the number of books I did in my entire life. My vocabulary failed me when I was around him.

Romeo let go of my wrist, placing his hand along my jawline. “What I wouldn’t do to you.”

I let out a small gasp. “Tell me, please.”

“Ivy Jade, a beggar?” Romeo tilted my chin upward as he leaned in. “I like hearing you beg.” His words swept across my lips, and I shuddered as he pulled me closer, letting me know what I was doing to him. I felt the outline of his cock through his sweats, my panties pressed against him. I was already throbbing, still sore from earlier, as a new rush of arousal slipped between me. Ro narrowed his gaze, clawing along my stomach, his free hand delicately tracing circles over my navel. “I’m going to kiss these beautiful pouty lips now. And you’re not going to run away. Unless, that is, you want me to chase you in the dark.”

Two men craved me the same, their hunger as insatiable as mine.

Never in my life had I felt like such a prized possession in the right way, the way only a man who truly yearned for a woman could inspire. He had a way with his words, his sarcasm just a mask for his conviction as he dared me to disagree with him. It made me all the more delirious for him. Maybe I wanted him to chase me. Maybe I wanted to scream as he pulled me into the dark and fucked me in the same spot where High Jynx already left his mark.

“You can have me… I’m done holding back,” I said, voice quivering with need. My hands shook; our eyes locked, searing into one another’s souls.

“Good. Don’t ever fucking do it again.” He smiled mischievously, pulling me into his mouth, scooping me up in the air. Our lips clashed, reckless and wet; it was like we were fighting over how fast we could taste each other. It was rough, and I learned after tonight that I loved rough touches, thrusting, and hair-gripping.

Romeo grunted, sitting me on the counter as I pulled my shirt over my head. My breasts sat perked, cupped in his hand as he sucked one into his mouth. He moaned with delicious pain as I fisted his hair, giving it a tug that sent shivers down my thigh.

“When did you get so fucking beautiful?” Ro said, licking up my neck.

“I don’t know. When did you get less annoying?” I cupped his jaw, dragging my nails from his neck down to his abs.

“Same ol’ fucking brat.” He grinned against my mouth, sliding my ass along the cool counter as he brought me closer to his crotch. I almost yelped. I wrapped my legs around his, trying not to laugh as he caught me by surprise.

“Do you think anyone will catch us?” I asked, slightly nervous but thrilled at the idea.

“Staff doesn’t come in until five in the morning. We have a couple of hours,” he answered as he kept kissing me, grinding against me as we fought to feel everything all at once. And in the midst of his kisses and how his fingers gripped my hair, something stirred in me and crept up my throat. It wasn’t just the idea of sex or the enjoyment of having his lips against mine. But something softer and gentler—a melancholy longing I suppressed for Ro.

I wanted him.

I always had.

And that want suddenly felt so frighteningly permanent.

“Romeo Scott,” I whimpered. Every touch shot straight to my core, dampening my panties.

“Yes?” his voice dragged.

I grabbed onto his shirt and brought him in for another deep kiss. “I really like you,” I told him boldly, sticking my tongue out for him to suck. My heart hammered at my confession.

He rubbed his hands softly along my curves. “I like you, too.”

Without words, I grabbed onto his wrist, guiding his fingertips down past my stomach. He gave me a look of wonder as I brought his palm toward the waistband of my panties, sticking his hand inside.

“This is how you make me feel,” I told him in an exhale.