Rome
Why the fuck does she have to wear shit that makes every man in the vicinity nearly nut his pants? It’s like she’s dead set on torturing me until the end of time. She’s my purgatory. A life sentence and beyond for the many, many ways I failed my sister. I’m destined to motherfucking burn in her presence.
“Haven’t seen you around much lately,” Dottie says, smacking her gum. She toys with a long black strand of hair in a way she probably thinks is sexy.
I shrug and knock back another shot. “Been busy.” Thinking of ways to not only fuck over Courtney Moss, but to just fuck her in general.
“Shop stuff? You guys still need help? I saw the sign from the window was gone,” she says, moving closer to me when some guys push past. Her fat tits press against me and irritation bubbles in my chest. At one time, I quite enjoyed fucking her big tits. Now, all I can think about are Courtney’s perky, much smaller tits. Tits I still haven’t seen or tasted. My dick lurches in my jeans at the thought of ripping that stupid slutty tank off her perfect body and putting bite marks all over her.
“We have help,” I grunt out and adjust my cock.
Dottie bats her lashes that are adorned with the longest fucking extensions. “You need help in other ways?” Her pink tongue flicks out and licks her thin lips. I drag my gaze from the girl who’s always giving her shit away for free to a pair of swollen lips that I’ve dreamed about more times than I can count.
Since I left Courtney with that douchebag, she’s taken four shots. I keep waiting for the pussy boy to tell her to slow down, but he keeps pouring her more. The stupid ass probably thinks he’s getting beneath that short little skirt tonight.
He has another thing coming.
She’s mine to torment.
Fucking mine.
When she smiles—one of her stupid plastic cheerleader smiles—I know it’s time to send that guy packing. I don’t even answer Dottie and instead storm through the sea of people in my house. Douchebag cries out when I push past him, standing right in front of Courtney. Her cheeks burn bright red as she looks up at me with the bluest damn eyes on the planet.
Wide.
Sad.
Innocent.
Fuck. She is not innocent.
Her full lips part open as if she’s going to say something, but then someone pokes me in the back. Like a feral bear, I turn around snarling. The guy gapes at me, fear flashing in his eyes.
“I think y-you’re scaring her,” he utters, his weak ass puffing out his chest a little.
I size him up with a nasty glare. “I think she likes to be scared.”
His brows crash together. “Dude, you’ve got problems.”
Fisting my hands, I bump his chest with mine. “You’re about to have one giant goddamned problem.”
“Rome…” Her arms encircle my waist and I hiss out a breath of air. I hate that my body responds to her. Fucking always.
“She’s mine,” I hiss at him. “Go find your own thing to toy with.”
He opens his mouth like he’s actually going to argue back, but Courtney slides around to my front so that she’s hugging me, her perfect round tits pressed against my chest. My dick greets her with a thump. If she’s trying to distract me, it’s working.
Her palms slide up my chest to the back of my neck and she stands on her toes. Boldly, despite me being an ass to her, she presses a wet kiss to my mouth. The douchebag mutters something about her being a party skank and the liquor in my veins ignites.
“The fuck you say?” I roar.
He flinches and points his finger at her. At what’s mine. “She’s your skank. Heard you loud and clear.” The asshole salutes me like this is some fucking game.
“No,” Courtney whimpers as she climbs me like I’m a damn tree. Her legs wrap around my waist and she holds on to me like that will stop me from beating this dude’s ass.
With the sheep who’s playing monkey attached to me, I stalk over to him. I’ll be damned if he gets away after saying that shit to me. I grab a fistful of his shirt and yank him over to me so I can get in his face. He reeks of vodka. Kid is shitfaced and acting like a little badass.
“Apologize to her. Now.”
“You called her a whore!” he yells back.
A crowd begins to form and people are acting stupid yelling, “Fight, fight, fight.” It won’t be a fight. I’d knock his ass out with one punch.
“She’s mine. I get to say whatever the fuck I want. But you,” I snarl in his face, “you don’t get to treat her that way. Fucking apologize. Now.”
She buries her face against my chest as if she’s attempting to hide from the entire altercation. I grab onto her ass over her skirt with my free hand and kiss the top of her head.
“Look at him,” I breathe against her hair.
Her head turns to the side. Fucking sheep always doing as she’s told.
“Now,” I order.
“I’m not apologizing!”
“One…” I warn as I try to peel my sexy problem from my body so I can beat this guy’s face in. “Two…”
He must see the murderous rage in my eyes because he cowers. “S-Sorry. Okay? I’m sorry.” I release him and shove him away. Storming past him with Courtney still attached to my body, I scowl at anyone who looks at me wrong. Mike laughs when I pass him and I shoot him the bird. It isn’t until I’m in my bedroom with the door slammed and locked that I realize what I’ve done.
Fuck.
I just came to the damn rescue of my nemesis.
“Thank you,” she mutters against my chest.
Goddammit, why does she have to feel so perfect against me?
Harvey Benjamin is sprawled out on the recliner in my room that sits right under the air conditioning vent. The dog continues snoring, completely unfazed that we’re here.
With a heavy sigh, I sit on the edge of the bed. She’s straddling my thighs and her denim skirt is pushed up. My fingers ache to explore beneath her clothes. I must be drunk as shit because I’m suddenly finding it easy to forget why I’m mad at her. My dick sure as hell has amnesia.
Her lids are heavy and her mouth is parted as she runs her fingers through my hair. As if she’s done it a thousand times. It feels familiar and yet it’s not. This is unchartered territory. Intimacy with someone I’ve spent a year obsessing over. The hate is blurring into something I don’t understand. Intensity. The feelings I have raging inside of me are simply intense. I don’t know what they are, only that they fucking consume me.
She presses a kiss to my mouth and it seems to toss the match on my gasoline-soaked soul. I explode with need for her. Flipping us over, I attack her lips. I suck on the fat bottom one as I roam my hand over her tit. Her moans are like a song. Some song that’s stuck on repeat in my head but no matter how many times I’ve heard it, I don’t want to change it to something different.
Her.
Her.
Her.
I want her on repeat.
Over and over and over again.
“Rome.”
She’s going to kill me with the way she says my name.
“Why are you in my head?” I utter before tugging on her bottom lip with my teeth. “I can’t get you out. You’re fucking haunting me.”
“You started it,” she accuses.
I pull away to inspect her face. Her lips are red and swollen. Pretty blue eyes blink lazily at me. God, I want her.
“How did I start it?” I demand, my voice husky.
“Last night. You…”
“I what?”
“You made me feel again.” Tears well in her eyes and she blinks them away.
Guilt gnaws at me. I fucked her in the back of my car. Like a skank that douchebag accused her of being. I didn’t even get her off. And earlier, in the shop, I’d lost control and gave her an orgasm. Still, it wasn’t right.
“You get to feel when I say you feel,” I mutter as my fingers go to the button on her skirt. “You’ve not felt anything yet.”
Her brows furl together as I unzip her skirt. She lifts her ass when I tug on it so I can free her from the clothing. Once I’ve tossed it away, I admire her tiny scrap of black panties.
“My favorite color,” I admit as I run my fingertip along the wet spot in the center.
She whimpers and quivers at my touch. “Mine too.”
At this, I smirk. “Little cheerleader likes black? I was sure pink was your favorite color.”
Her pouty lips curl into a bright, megawatt smile. I’ve never seen such a brilliant, beautiful look on her face. “I’m no cheerleader anymore.”
I run my knuckle across her clit and laugh when she jolts in response. “What are you now?”
“Your sheep?”
I lift a brow. “My sheep?”
“Your black sheep.”
Quickly, I peel her panties down her thighs but leave them resting just above her knees. Her cunt is smooth and pink and so fucking perfect. My mouth waters for a taste. I grip her thighs and shove them to her stomach so that her pussy is available to me. Her arousal glistens at her opening and I want to suck it down my throat like motherfucking air.
“You don’t deserve my mouth,” I murmur as I bring my mouth close to her cunt. Her scent is intoxicating. Sweet. Sensual. So her.
“I don’t deserve you.” Her words are sad and I hate the tone.
Only I get to make her sad. Nobody else. Not even her.
And right now, sad is the last thing I want her to feel.
I press a kiss to her clit and then allow myself the treat I’d been desperate for. My tongue flicks out for a taste. I run the tip along her seam and feast on her cunt that tastes better than anything I’ve ever had before. Her moan is like an accelerant on the fires raging within me. I spear my tongue between her lips and breach the place my dick was at just last night. Her fingers tangle in my hair as her heels bob against my upper back, almost as if to urge me on.
I lose control.
I devour.
I suck and fuck and take.
She’s mine.
Pulling her lips apart with my thumbs, I expose her sensitive pink flesh. I blow on it and tease it with small bites. I lick and suck until she’s begging me for release.
“Say it,” I order against her clit. “You know what I want to hear.”
“Oh, God, your dirty talk is so hot,” she whimpers.
I capture her small bud of nerves between my teeth. A motherfucking warning.
“Rome,” she breathes.
“Good girl,” I murmur before sucking on her clit.
This goes on and on. The teasing from me and begging from her. Each time she says my name in that desperate moan of hers, I go wilder with lust. When I think she’s had enough dancing on the edge, I thrust my finger inside her and snarl against her cunt. I’m an animal as I devour her sweet pussy. Her screams are my only warning before her body clenches hard around my finger. A gush of arousal leaks from her body and I suck it until she’s clean.
“I need you,” she begs.
Harvey Benjamin snorts from his chair, sending Courtney into a fit of giggles. Her blue eyes shine with joy, and goddamn if it isn’t the most beautiful she’s ever looked. I don’t want to ruin her smile with my cruel mouth, but I do it anyway. It’s what I do. I take and take from Courtney Moss. She’s mine. I pounce on her and crush my lips to hers. Her laughter gives way to a needy moan. She must find a way to wiggle herself out of her panties that I’d left halfway on because soon her legs are wrapped around my waist.
“Rome, please.”
I groan because I don’t want to stop kissing her, but I need these clothes off. Her hooded eyes stay locked on mine as I strip. Once I’m naked, I fall back on top of her.
“Shirt. Off,” I demand as I nip at her bottom lip and slide my cock along her soaked cunt.
“Turn off the light.”
I start to rip at her stupid sexy tank when she swats at me. Her hand slapping my shoulder makes my dick throb against her. Fear flickers in her gaze and I don’t understand it. When I reach to take off her shirt again, she tries to push me away.
“Turn off the light!”
I scowl at her. What the fuck is her problem? “No.”
“Yes!”
She thrashes and attempts to escape me, but I’m stronger and faster. I pin her down by her wrists. My cock rubs against her, eager to push inside. A mewl escapes her when I bring both wrists above her head and capture them with one hand. But when I go to grab for her shirt, she loses her fucking mind.
“Stop fucking moving!” I roar. “What is your problem?”
“JUST TURN OFF THE LIGHT AND THERE WILL BE NO PROBLEM!”
Her body trembles and tears leak from the corners of her eyes. I push the tip of my cock against her entrance and ease in slowly. The fear that had been dancing in her eyes is no longer there as need takes over. The tension seems to leave her muscles and she digs her heels into my ass to pull me deeper inside her.
“Christ, you’re tight,” I groan.
My palm finds her breast over her shirt and I squeeze, causing her to whimper.
“Why won’t you take off your shirt?”
She bites on her lip. “I will. I just don’t want to with the light on.”
I don’t know why I’m indulging this bullshit, but I slip out of her perfect cunt and stalk over to the switch. Once the room is shrouded in darkness, I prowl over to her. I go to take off her shirt, but she’s already naked and waiting. Our mouths meet, as if they are nocturnal beasts, and our teeth clash together. I push inside her lubricated body once more. Her tits are the perfect fit in my palms. I thumb her nipples as I buck into her.
“Rome,” she breathes, her fingers finding my hair.
I close my eyes and fall against her, gathering her in my embrace as I fuck my need into her. We kiss hard and frantic. Desperate. Until we’re both panting for air and my nuts are seizing up.
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Just like that.”
As I fuck her, my pelvis is grinding against her clit. I hold off on my release just barely as her breathing intensifies the closer she gets to her orgasm. The moment she falls off the edge, crying out in pleasure, I spill my seed. Hot and furious. Angry even.
She hugs me to her and I bury my nose against the side of her throat, inhaling her sweet scent. My mind drifts to a memory.
Courtney Moss.
An angel.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
Her blond hair is the color of white silk. Each time she moves or laughs, it catches the light and blinds me. I’m always so fucking mesmerized by her.
“Can I sit here—”
“Beat it,” I snarl to whoever thought they’d sit in front of me and block my view.
The kid stutters but wisely moves away. Courtney’s bitch friend Whitney hangs on her boyfriend and gives Courtney shit the whole lunch period. Today, we’re having pizza. But not Courtney. She picks at a piece of grilled chicken but keeps stealing gazes at everyone who walks by with pizza.
If she were my girl, I’d make sure she ate the goddamned pizza.
But she’s not my girl. Courtney Moss will never be my girl.
She’s an angel, and according to my father, I’m the devil.
“Let me see!” Whitney screeches, a wicked smile on her pretty plastic face.
Courtney grumbles when her friend steals her purse. “Whit. Stop. Please.” Her voice is soft, but she’s upset. It has me fisting my hands. I wish she’d fucking stand up to that cunt.
“Ew. I told you not to use this brand. It puts like ten pounds on you,” Whitney chides as she holds up a package of birth control pills and shows her boyfriend. He smirks and I want to wipe the stupid look right off his face.
“And I told you,” Courtney hisses, “it’s the only brand that doesn’t make me sick.”
At least her boyfriend has some balls because he snags the packet from Whitney and hands it back to Courtney. She shoves it back into her purse and spends the rest of the lunch hour with her head bowed.
When the bell rings, I rise and stalk over to the doorway. I like when she walks by and I get a whiff of her perfume. Today, she doesn’t linger to wait on her friends. She bolts from the table. Her face is bright red as she tosses her trash. With her head down, she races away from them. It isn’t until she crashes into me that she looks up.
On instinct, my arms wrap around her to keep from letting her fall to the floor.
I won’t let you fall, Courtney.
Her head jerks up and I’m staring into the prettiest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Up close, they look like the sky on a hot summer day. Cloudless. Bright blue. Fucking stunning. Except hers aren’t happy. They’re filled with tears. And when she realizes she’s locked in my arms, she stiffens. Her pouty mouth parts open in shock.
I could kiss her.
Right now.
Lean forward and press my lips to hers.
She’d finally see me. I’d make her realize with one kiss that we could be good together. I’d sure as hell treat her better than her asshole friends. When I lean forward so that our noses almost touch, she gasps. Her body is tense, but she isn’t moving away. In fact, her eyes have fallen to my mouth. My heart gallops in my chest.
“You’re so beau—”
“What the fuck, man?” her boyfriend grumbles as he roughly jerks her away from me and into his arms. “You don’t get to touch her that way.”
Whitney and her boyfriend gape at me as if I’ve got a fucking disease and just infected their friend. Courtney’s boyfriend pulls her against his chest as he glares at me.
My eyes dart to hers and I see the confusion in them.
“Fuck off,” I bite out at him before stalking away.
But I can’t even be mad. For one moment, I had the girl of my dreams in my arms and it was fucking everything.
I smile. It feels stupid on my face, but I can’t even help it.
One day, I’ll find a way to get her to talk to me.
She was meant for me. Not him.
I’ll convince her one day.