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The outside wind and an odd rattling sound fill the car. Neither of us says a word. Even when the car stops back at the farm, we don’t move. I am so tired of feeling. I was better off when I didn’t remember anything. The pain I’m feeling has me wanting to rip out my own heart. It beats, but each time, it’s a reminder I’m alive and my sister isn’t. It reminds me that not even my best friend, who I loved, could tell me the truth until it was too late.
My lips tremble, but no sounds come out. Romeo unclasps his seatbelt, and I do the same. Neither of us move to exit the car. We sit in the darkness, our breathing filling the silence.
In a swift motion, Romeo is moving over the console. The passenger side door opens to accommodate his large size. My seat flies backward, and he cages me in. His legs straddle mine, and his hand is around my neck. It’s just enough pressure to assert himself but doesn’t cut off my breathing.
He’s breathing hard, and I wonder if he realizes I now have my memories back. The need to cry is becoming overwhelming. I move against his strong hold. He squeezes but doesn’t hurt me. Instead of staying in place, I move closer to him, his grasp still on my neck. Our eyes stay trained on each other as I inch my way to him until my lips touch his. I want Romeo to take away my pain. The weird part is, I want to take his too. Maybe our two damaged souls can make one that’s healed.
His lips don’t move against mine, and I need my chaotic feelings to be gone. I kiss him with more urgency. When his mouth opens, I don’t waste time. My tongue slips in, trying to pull a kiss from him. Romeo’s body presses against mine. He kisses me back with vengeance. It’s hard and controlling. I can feel his dick grow thicker as he presses himself against me.
“I want all of you, Gia,” he rasps into my mouth. When he pulls away, he’s taking off his shirt. His hands skim up my torso, and I raise my back for him to take mine off too.
It takes a few seconds for my eyes to focus on his face. I find a mirroring depth of pain and something else. My body shudders when his hand goes back to my throat. Not once have I considered he would hurt me. Even right now, when I’m at his mercy, I’m not worried.
His other hand reaches out and folds down my bra. My nipple points out, and he flicks it. My chest rises and falls with each of my deep breaths. His touches create a frenzy within my body. It’s starved for his attention. I’ve never felt this way before.
Pleasure dances through me as Romeo’s mouth latches on to my nipple. My core clenches.
Removing his hand from my throat, he flicks open the button of my pants. He pulls down the denim until they’re at my ankles. Is it wrong for this to feel so right? He’s towering over me, his eyes hooded as he takes canvas of my body. From below, he looks devastatingly handsome, powerful, and dangerous. All things I know are true.
“I’m going to fuck this pussy.” His fingers trace the outline of my panties. “So hard the only name you’ll ever remember is mine.”
He slips off my panties before repeating his pattern on the sensitive skin. “Your memories are never coming back after this. You’ll be begging for your pleasure to stop, and I’ll just fuck you harder.” He’s looking at my pussy, and I know he must see how wet I already am. “You want me to do that?” A crooked smirk lights up his face. “What do you want, Gia?” My name comes out rough.
My eyes drop to his now hard dick. There’s no hiding it in his hands.
“Say it,” he demands.
“Your penis,” I pant. Saying any other word seems too dirty. My mother raised me to be a lady.
“Say it again but with cock.”
My eyes move to his. I refuse to break contact when I say, “I want your cock.”
That smirk grows larger. “Undo my pants.” There’s so much authority to his demand. I relish in not having to think.
Lifting myself onto my elbow, I fiddle with his button before it comes undone. I stop, waiting for his next command.
He steps out of the car, giving us more room. “Pull it out.”
My hands pull down his pants before going into his underwear. It easily flips out in its hardened state. My fingers grasp hold of him and go up and down his shaft. He’s smooth and veiny. No hair restricts my view of his perfect dick.
“Suck it.”
I don’t want to give in too easily. Curious about how he’ll handle it, my hand slides off his shaft and cups his balls.
“Open your mouth, Gia.” I like the way my name rolls off his tongue. Him towering over me has a commanding power to it. Wanting to tease him, I open my mouth and lick his shaft from the base to the crown. Our eyes meet again. It’s burning hot, surged with lust.
His hands grip the back of my neck, my breaths coming out heavy. The way his thumb brushes the back of my hairline has electricity zapping down my spine, right to the top of my thighs. If he were to touch me, he would find out how much I like him trying to overpower me. I never thought I’d like to be controlled, and here I am wetter than hell because of it.
I move my neck but let him believe he’s doing the work. I start with his crown and lick around it like a lollipop before taking his entire length in. His hand threads through my hair and wraps it around his palm. Every inch of my skin sizzles. I’m hot and would love nothing more than for him to rip off my clothes.
I get lost in sucking his cock. It bumps the back of my throat each time, and he grunts with a moan. “Your pretty mouth was made for me.”
With a yank of my hair, his dick pops out of my mouth. He holds my gaze before crushing his lips to mine. His rough hands undo my bra, my breasts falling into his palms.
Using no effort, he pulls me up toward the back seat. My head is off the headrest and bumps into the back. I feel his hot breath first on my bare skin, and it heats my core. Alfonso never ate me out, saying no man in the mafia would ever get on their knees for a woman. Now I realize it had everything to do with it not being the right body part he enjoyed.
Here Romeo is, his large frame crammed into the front of a car, while his head dips between my thighs. It’s erotic. I can feel his tongue, my body wiggling on its own, wanting him to taste me.
