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ALEX

I stop at Reyna’s sharp gasp, allowing my eyes to fall closed as I place my whole trust in someone for the first time in my life.

“I’ve never told another living soul—not even the therapist my brother made me see for an entire year following her murder. Not even Liv, and she knows just about everything there is to know about me. Andespeciallynot Henry, because I can’t have him blaming himself for circumstances that were not his doing.”

I inhale her sweet fragrance, and it buoys me to continue. “My mother forced Henry from my life when I was ten. I knownowthat he didn’t want to leave, but for the longest time, Ihatedhim for leaving me with her. To Lauren DeMarco, I was nothing more than a commodity. The child she tricked my father into conceiving when he was grieving the loss of his wife. Unwanted and unloved by the people who created me. Abandoned by my brother…”

I trail off when the long-buried feelings threaten to choke me.

Her arms tighten around my waist, and her quiet strength encourages me to continue.

“It wasn’t until I met Liv when I was fifteen that I could believe I deserved to be happy. That I wasn’t at fault for the circumstances of my birth. It took a long time, buteventually, I was able to begin to trust in the friendship she painstakingly built.”

I palm Rey’s cheeks, angling her head up toward mine to hold her eyes with a burning intensity.

“Once I let her in, I knew I would doanythingandeverythingto protect her and our deep bond. And for a time, I did.”

My lips twitch slightly, remembering how much of a pest I must have been for Henry when he was attempting to win Liv over.

Reyna’s eyes dart to my mouth at the movement, and I close the distance between us to press a kiss atop her forehead before murmuring softly against her smooth brow.

“And that’s exactly how I felt when I met you in Molly Malones, Rey. I knew immediately that I wanted to keep you safe—that I would do whatever was in my power to protect you. I recognized the feeling because of how close Liv and I are, and I can tell you with one hundred percent certainty—”

I pull back, holding her swirling chocolaty gaze intently. “I will always be here to weather your storms. To dance in the rain and to celebrate your rainbows, Sunshine. Don’teverdoubt that.”

CHAPTER12

ALEX

“On your knees, Sunshine.”

Rey’s big brown eyes hold mine as she sinks to her knees with a smirk. Her small hands reach for the buckle of my belt while she licks her lips in anticipation, and my dick jumps under her touch.

She makes quick work of pushing my pants down my legs, placing a kiss over my underwear-covered cock as he leaks a steady stream of precum.

“Fuck my mouth, pretty boy.”

“Come on, it’s late, Alex!”

I wake to the smell of pungent spices tickling my nose and the sound of Reyna calling me from downstairs.

My cheeks heat at the memory of my dream, and I adjust my morning wood with a grimace.

Throwing back the covers, I quickly use the toilet, wash up, and leave my bedroom without bothering to cover up.

It’s a warm spring day in Manhattan, and I’m cursing myself for not having left the air conditioner on the right setting overnight.

When I reach the top of the stairs, I spot Rey in the middle of the kitchen, pirouetting from one pot to another, clearly in the midst of cooking lunch as promised.

The smells are familiar but different, and despite being drawn toward the delicious scent, I take a long moment just to appreciate her doing something as normal as cooking in my mostly unused penthouse.

Her hair is pulled up in a knot on the top of her head, exposing the slender line of her neck, and a sharp vision of drawing my tongue from the cleft of her breasts all the way to the tip of her chin assails me.

The thought is so vivid that my dick is instantly rock hard, and I swing about to head back to the bedroom to cover my chub before she sees, only to be pulled up short.

“Morning, pretty boy. You certainly got your beauty sleep. It’s so late!”

I twist back to face her, making sure to angle my body so that my horn is hidden, praying that the fear of being found out is enough to make that fucker deflate.

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