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I hold the wand against my clit, and roll my hips, my orgasm building in my stomach. The wave is cresting higher and higher, and I could swear I smell that distinctive licorice scent wafting in from the open doors.
I moan, and my legs tremble. My words are unintelligible I think, the moment I speak them I’ve forgotten what I said.
My feet slide against the duvet of my bed, but in my mind Roman is bending me over further. Undoing his belt, and my heart is beating so fast.
My legs tremble, and just as I’m so close I slide the wand inside, fucking myself with it. Imaging he’s fucking me. I’m crying because it’s sosogood. My pussy spasms, clenching, and I shatter with his name on my lips. “Roman.”
ChapterSix
ROMAN
My heart still pounds out of control as I descend the last few steps to the first floor. I scan the foyer, but Etta is nowhere in sight. Most people have moved out onto the terrace, and I heave a sigh of relief when I manage to find Bennet and Pierce among the small crowd. They’re standing near the door, and I immediately make connections between their stiff posture and the too-casual group of Capulet’s hovering nearby
Bennet sees me, and his face splits into a look of combined relief and exasperation. “Where the fuck have you been?”
I reach them in two strides. “Don’t worry about it.”
Pierce looks ready to argue. “We should get out of here.”
I was thinking the same thing, but likely not for the same reason. My brow furrows, my curiosity peaked. “Why?”
Bennet jerks his head to the left, and I turn, just as Tyberius Capulet appears before me, flanked by his idiotic friends.
My heart pounds now for an entirely different reason. This, of course, is why we’re here. I should be excited—happy, even. Tyberius is such a dumb prick, he’ll likely start a fight not realizing the danger to his Aunt and Uncle, or his house.
Except, unlike yesterday, I’m not really in the mood to let myself get hit. I don’t need pain to feel alive today, and I’m under no delusion as to why that is.
Tyberius Capulet smiles. “Evening, gentlemen,” he says, almost pleasantly.
I grimace. “What do you want?”
He glances over his shoulder at his friends behind him, then back at me. “Just being a good host,” he replies, still too smoothly. “How’s your eye? I was surprised to see you hadn’t healed it.”
It’s phrased like a statement, but seems more like a question. “Only you would think it was preferable toneedmagic, Tyberius. Try and touch me, I’ll kill you with my bare hands.”
His lip curls, and for a second, I’ve got him.
But then, Harrison Dane of all people steps up to the Capulets, all authoritative and calm, and claps a hand on Tyberius’s shoulder. Playing the older, more reasonable one, he hands Tyberius a cigar and jerks his head toward the patio. “Ty, leave them. It’s not worth it.”
Tyberius takes a deep breath. “I know what you’re trying to do and it won’t work.” The smile slips, ever so slightly. “I think you should leave my house now.”
I grind my teeth. “We were just leaving, anyway.”
* * *
I’m still alight with misplaced anticipation as we walk out to the car. I pat my pocket, feeling absently for my phone. As I feel around the pocket of my suit coat, then my pants, my stomach sinks. There’s nothing there but cloves.
“I left my phone,” I say, more pissed at myself than anything.
Pierce turns around to stare incredulously at me. “Do not tell me that.”
I run a hand through my hair. “I know.”
“It’s theirs now,” he says half laughing. “We’re not going back inside.”
I glare at him. “I can’t just leave it.”
It’s more the case than anything else. If it was just any phone, I’d leave it—fuck, it might be better to be unreachable. But I can’t leave the case.
