Page 112 of Precious Legacy
My feet traverse towards the kitchen first, where all the appliances have already been installed and a tablet sits in the middle of a huge marble kitchen counter. A note is attached to it, which I immediately recognise as Haldon’s writing.
Everything is voice activated.
I smile to myself because that’s typical of him. While I like the simplistic features, I know that with heavy security must come with heavy technology.
Lani has disappeared into another room, her boots padding somewhere in the near vicinity. It gives me time to scope the place out fully since this is my first time setting foot in here. Haldon and his father are practically experts when it comes to real estate, so I knew I could trust them to find me an apartment to suit my needs and they haven’t let me down.
I circle the kitchen island, running my palm along the countertop where a deep slope exposes a modern and sleek sink. Stopping in front of the refrigerator, I pull the door open to find fully stocked shelves…of alcohol. I roll my eyes because again, that’s typical of Haldon. But I’m not one to complain, so I pull two bottles out and pop the lids open.
“Bachelor life suits you,” Lani remarks from behind me. She’s got a mischievous look in her eyes when I turn around, one that always excites me. She saunters towards me, dropping her leather jacket on the counter before swiping one of the bottles from my hands and taking a swig.
I wrap my arm around her waist, tugging her against my body. She’s wearing a white cropped tee that exposes her midriff. I brush my fingertips over her bare skin, making her shiver. I love the way she reacts to me, the way she fits against me like we’re two halves destined for one another. Leaning down, I run my lips along her neck until I reach her ear. “This is forus, Presh,” I whisper.
“Us?” she shrieks, pulling away from me with her brows raised so high I think she’ll lose them.
“All for us.”
“But—”
“Presh,” I challenge, reminding her how close she is to me with a simple squeeze of my arm. “We both know you can’t go back there.”
Her apartment is clean, but it’s not safe and she knows it. If Prescott knew who she was, there’s no telling who else will figure it out. Keeping a low profile hasn’t done much for her, so I’m going to make sure she’s as protected as possible. I’ll have men keeping an eye on her when I can’t, and while she’s here, she won’t have to worry about another break in. I swore I’d protect her, and if I have to fight her on this, I won’t hesitate. I’ve fucked up a lot in my life—mostly with her—but she’s theonly thing I’m sure about. The only person I want to come home to. This is our place; our fortress.
“I don’t know, Ro. This is…” her gaze floats around the room. She looks uncomfortable and unsure, like the expanse of this room alone intimidates her. Eventually, her anxious gaze returns to mine. “It’s a lot.”
“It’s safe,” I remind her.
“It’s big.”
“It’s perfect.” Even though I haven’t seen the rest of this place yet , I can already see a future here. I know this is where we need to be and I need Alanis to understand that.
“Do I get my own bedroom?” she chirps.
I laugh to myself as I place our beers on the counter. Picking her up by the backs of her thighs, I rest her beside our bottles and step between her legs. “Is that a yes?”
She loops her arms around my neck, sharing the widest smile I never expected to see on her face. With everything that’s happened, it’s about time we had something to look forward to, and this might just be it.
Alanis leaves me hanging for way longer than is comfortable, seemingly pretending to think about her next answer. After an excruciating minute of waiting, she finally speaks. “I think we should test the rooms out before making a decision.”
FORTY-THREE
“Fuck, baby!” Roman’s deep growl reverberates through his chest as he threads his fingers through my hair, holding me in place as he thrusts his hips upward.
I hollow my cheeks, sucking him deeper while my hand pumps his thick shaft. My other hand cradles his balls and sends a roar of pleasure escaping his lips. I love this side of him, so feral yet carefree. I love that I do that to him.
Gripping the edge of the kitchen counter with one hand, he holds me in place with the other while his cock hits the back of my throat. My lungs start to burn—but it’s a good burn— and tears roll down my cheeks. He’s challenging me, like he always does. It’s how we work; the push and pull, the magnetizing allure of constantly fighting for dominance.
Roman throws back his head as a throaty growl echoes in the space around us, his hips bucking as he spills hot cum into my mouth. His hold in my hair falls away slightly, enough for me to pull away from him and peer up into his lust filled gaze. “Open,” he commands, tugging on my hair to tilt my head back.
Obeying, I open my mouth. The sight makes Roman’s knees shake, and I love that I can evoke such a visceral reaction from him.
He thumbs my bottom lip, biting his own as he nods in silent satisfaction. “Swallow, Presh. Every last drop.”
Again, I obey. Not because of his demand, but because I love seeing the primal fire in his eyes; the true extent of his desire for me. He thumbs the corner of my mouth before sliding it between my lips.
“I said,everylast drop.” His eyes darken as I suck on his thumb, my tongue reminding him exactly how well I can follow his words. Lifting my chin, he leans down and presses a kiss to my lips, humming with satisfaction before pulling away. “I could definitely get used to this every morning.”
I stand up and lean against the counter while Roman yanks his boxers back on. He’s wearing a lazy smile that seems to make his cheeks glow. His beauty is on another level, especially with the post blow-job haze softening his eyes.
