Charity

Every word that comes out of his mouth should make me run for the hills.

I’m not the sort to believe in fate and all that, but nothing else explains how we fit together so nicely. Or, how this hunger remains in the pit of my stomach, only to ever be sated by this very man.

“I don’t want someone just to fuck,” I explain as he leans closer. “I want a real relationship.” My cheeks warm at the very thought of the future I’ve painted many times over in my fantasies with this man. All the what-ifs if he’d stuck around. “I want flowers, gifts here and there. Maybe a dog.”

“A wedding, too, I hope.” Nuzzling my neck, his mouth grazes my throat. The temptation of letting him kiss my skin as he pleases only aids in the arousal forming deep in my gut.

He and I are the same in many ways. I’m beginning to believe he is my weakness as well.

Hooking my ankles at his hips, I pull him closer. Needing to feel his body against mine, there’s no denying his arousal digging into me.

Even though my appearance has slightly changed over the few months of weight gain and my curves are curvier than ever, Romeo shows no issue in showing his attraction to me.

As if we could pick up right where we left off during our one-night stand, I know I need a certain type of strength to keep away. If I turned down all of his advances, he’d have to eventually give up and let me go, right? Unfortunately, I’m not thinking logically here.

My heart is what is guiding me this time. My heart and my growing arousal for this man.

“Tell me what you need, angel.” The grip on the counter is turning his knuckles white. Talk about a show of restraint.

I know what I want. The pulse between my thighs says it all. However, I can also hear the steps of other men walking throughout the home. “We are hardly alone.”

He throws a glance over his shoulder toward the exit. Scoffing, he shakes his head

“They’ll know better than to look.” His breath tickles my throat. “They’ll get used to hearing you. I’ll take you on whatever surface you want. Just say the word. Give the command and I am yours.”

Now that makes my stomach tighten. Romeo is mine.

Despite putting me in a situation where it feels like I can only follow along, this man is showing me the power I have. He makes me feel strong.

Chewing my lip, I consider doing something dangerous. Something I would never do on a normal day. Everything about today is the opposite of normal.

“I want you,” I confess as my hands fumble with my jeans. Seeing the way his eyes flash and his mouth curves, my cheeks burn. “Not all of you. Just your mouth.”

This is my safest approach. I have to tell myself that, otherwise, I’ll think I lost this fight before it truly begins.

“I’ll take everything you have to give,” he agrees before helping me out of my jeans. From the way he frowns at my maternity pants by the time he gets them halfway down my thighs, I can bet he’d be more willing to have me walkabout without wearing anything.

He might like to act like he has all of the patience in the world, but I know that is a lie. The hunger behind his gaze is undeniable.

Looking cautiously toward the door once more, my toes curl as my underwear disappears next.

He takes a minute to take in the view. Looking mesmerized, he even licks his lips like he’s about to indulge in a meal fit for a king. How fitting.

“You have no idea how much I missed this view.” His words come out thick, gruff. “How much I’ve wanted to taste you again. Do you think you’ve gotten sweeter over the months?

This man would make me laugh if I wasn’t drowning in heat.

Sucking in a breath, I hardly recognize my voice as I meet his heavy gaze. “On your knees.”

Maybe I just want to test out this power he insists I have over him, or I simply want him to take care of this pesky arousal he’s been adding to ever since he stole me away.

Romeo looks proud, grinning as he does as I say. If anyone were to catch us and see their boss following orders, I can only imagine what they would think.

Right now, I can’t even do that. Not when his hands are pushing my legs apart and squeezing the underside of my thighs. My stomach makes it hard to take in his hunger, but I’m feeling spellbound as I feel his breath brush against my slickness.

His mouth grazes my thigh before he places a gentle kiss. “Will you let me take my time?”

“You really want to give me the reins to tell you when to stop?” I have a hard time believing he’d listen well enough to hear my voice. Not with the way he’s looking so mesmerized. “We’ll see how you do.”

My words are nothing but a bluff. He’s going to be amazing and we both know it. That’s why he smirks, taking them as nothing but a challenge.

With that, he closes in and eliminates the space between us.

His tongue is welcoming, plunging inside of me while his thumb grazes my clit. There’s something about the way his chest rumbles because of a growl forming despite having nothing but a simple taste of my slickness.

This man plans on devouring me now that I’ve opened up the gate.

Arching against the counter, his name is the first thing to come from my lips. I can’t worry about being heard when he makes each moan flow from my lips.

Closing my eyes tight, I bury a hand through his hair and mess up the styled look. Dragging him closer, nothing but whimpers pass my lips as he thrusts his tongue in deeper.

“Fucking delicious,” he all but growls. “All mine.”

There it is again, the sound of possessiveness.

Unable to focus on anything but the tantalizing strokes of his tongue and the circles drawn by his thumb, the pulse between my thighs throbs faster and faster. I’m getting closer and closer to my downfall.

Romeo notices how quickly I’m reaching my limit. My responses encourage him to continue his onslaught until I’m left sticky and close to my release.

“Come for me, .” Despite giving me the power to be in charge, his demand hits me deep.

Like he owns my body, I do as I’m told. My walls clench around him, squeezing as a rush of pleasure floods my system. Convulsing around him, nothing stops the cry from leaving my lips.

Left dizzy from such a powerful orgasm, I watch in a haze as he moves to stand. Without another word, he’s drawing my lips to his, kissing me hard.

I want this man. A realization that runs on repeat as I taste myself on his tongue.

Unable to think, my breathing remains erratic for what feels like minutes before an unwelcome sound fills the room. My stomach growls, reminding me that I haven’t eaten in hours.

Terrible timing on my stomach’s part. I can’t help but feel a new sort of embarrassment as this man pulls away and lets out a laugh I feel deep enough to reach my soul.

“You’re hungry?” With one of those winning smiles, he licks at his lips. His chin is slick, glistening with my juices. “It is a good thing we are in this room. What are you craving?”

I hate to admit it, but I only want this man. Unfortunately, he’s not enough to stop my stomach from growling again. What in the world has become of me? Horny and hungry.

Despite the hardened curve of his cock pressing against the zipper of his pants, he’s in no rush to take more than what I’ve offered. Instead, he focuses solely on my needs.

Having barely looked at the cabinets’ contents, I shrug my shoulders. “Anything, really.”

Romeo nods and pulls away, and I watch him start plucking out ingredients around me. Despite knowing I should get off of the counter and clean up the mess we made, my legs are currently feeling like jello. I’ll save that part once I can stand on my feet again.

“Are you telling me that someone as powerful as you cooks his meals?” I lift a brow, a smile teasing my lips. “I would expect you to have your own personal chef.”

Amused by my questions, he pulls out ingredients around me. “Sometimes we have the wives of these men gather to cook a feast. Those are typically on nights worth celebrating. Now that you are here, we’ll have to throw another one soon. On other nights, people are always in and out of here. As terrible as it sounds, we use the microwave more than we do the stove.”

Romeo continues to surprise me. While I’m sure he acts differently around those he’s in charge of, he seems so normal and casual around me. When hunger isn’t fueling him, he’s tolerable.

Despite his words, he does make me a meal. Big enough for the both of us to share. Halfway through, I get the sense to hop off of the counter and pull my clothes back on before catching any unwanted attention.

While he finishes cooking, I scrub my seat clean and make sure there is no evidence left over. If everyone used this kitchen, I don’t want to imagine them discovering the mess we made.

Once the food is done and my stomach is rumbling on its own accord, he shows me the dining space.

Entering the room, the long table full of empty chairs catches my attention. This place seems like it’s made for one large family. I’m sure during the feasts Romeo was talking about, it gets quite lively in here.

Will I really stick around long enough to see the event with my own eyes? Even if it’s the celebration of my arrival, having all those people around is the perfect chance to take advantage of all the distractions to try and slip away.

There’s only so far a pregnant woman can get out here in the middle of nowhere. Surely, someone would find me. They’d take me right back and I would have to deal with Romeo’s reaction to being betrayed.

That’s to say I’d run away in the first place. Strangely enough, I haven’t thought about getting away even once. Knowing that something must be wrong with me, I try not to figure out why. I don’t want to suddenly accept my new life laid out for me.

I’d be leaving so much behind if I said yes so easily. To leave without my best friend putting up a fight and causing enough of a stir to get unwanted attention pointed her way, I’d have to pile lie upon lie on her shoulders to make her believe everything is fine.

I don’t want that.

Despite my earlier hunger, I’m left poking at my food. Catching on to my disinterest quickly, he nudges his knuckles against the back of my hand.

“Tell me what is on your mind.”

My eyes flicked up to meet his dark ones. “Thinking about everything I’m leaving behind,” I answer truthfully. “Will you let me return, even if it’s to simply visit?”

His jaw sets, just as I figured it would. Leaving this place is not allowed.

“I don’t want to be stuck here, Romeo. I’m willing to negotiate.” Squaring my shoulders, I return his frown with one of my own. “Don’t make this place feel like a prison.”

“I have guards with me when I leave, or my brothers. You’d have to get used to the additional company if you were to leave.” He lets out a small sigh. “However, I’d prefer to be the one at your side if possible.”

Just like that, I’m reminded of his feelings. How obsessive he is, the demand to always be at my side. Now I know he’d be capable of killing a man if they looked at me for too long.

My poor heart flutters and I realize all too late how gone I am for this man. That sort of jealousy should not feel like a compliment.

“Okay,” I agree with a small nod. “Deal.”