Page 43 of Precious Legacy
“No,” she smirks against the pillow before bucking her hips back against me.
In one move, she has me rolling over, her body moving over mine until she impales herself on my cock. It’s a power move, one that I fucking enjoy because I get to see her lose herself.
Gripping her hips, I watch as she rolls them over me. My fingers dig into her flesh, and I’m mesmerized by the way her body moves. She rides me like she was born to. There’s no mistaking the connection between us, the history that tethers us together.
Every grind of her hips sends waves of pleasure through my body. Every moan of hers has me desperate for release. She leans down and captures my mouth, our tongues sliding against one another’s.
I use the new angle to thrust upwards, driving into her cunt harder and harder. There’s nothing but the sound of slapping flesh and the groans of our mutual pleasure to spur me on. Alanis throws her head back as her walls tighten aroundme, gripping my dick so hard that I see stars. Sweat slickens her body, limned by the glow of the street lamps outside her window. She looks even more beautiful as she rolls her hips, her back arching as she chases her release.
“Fuck!” I grunt as my balls tighten and a wave of pleasure ripples through me.
Alanis screams out, throwing her head forward as she grips my shoulders. Her nails dig into my flesh, so hard that I’m sure there will be marks when we’re done. The only thing is, I’m not done. I’ll never be done with Presh. She’s my addiction, my poison. She’s the fire that threatens to set my world alight, and I’d let her. I’d let every flame lick a path on my skin, scorch me until I was ash.
My release hits me like a freight train and the world around me explodes. I groan out as I paint her insides, marking her as mine before my body goes slack.
Alanis collapses on my chest, the rush of her choked breaths whipping across my hot skin and soothing me.
“Tell me you missed me,” I demand again as I run my palms over her silky skin.
She hums against my chest, her body shuddering when I stroke a finger down her spine. The silence swallows up my request, and for a second, I let the doubt of her empty response settle in my mind.
“I missed you too, Ro.”
SEVENTEEN
It’s the official opening of Roman’s fight club, and the testosterone floating around the place is potent and toxic. A shiver runs down my spine the closer we get to the entrance of the warehouse, a reminder of why I was reluctant to come here in the first place. It’s nothing in comparison to my fear of The Ravenite, but the same circumstances left me with more scars than I care to admit. Unfamiliar places make me uneasy, but add to the fact I’m about to walk into a room full of intoxicated men, and I’m finding it hard to keep it together.
Cars are parked haphazardly and people amble towards the refurbished warehouse, laughing and talking. Music blares from inside, so loud it rattles the metal walls and pumps through my chest. All I can focus on is my pulse pounding in my ears.
“So, you and Roman, huh?” Haven nudges me as we walk through the crowded parking lot.
“Yeah,” I sigh.
“You wanna tell me more than that?” she quizzes with one brow raised in question.
I let out a laugh, nudging her back as we reach the entrance to the warehouse. A guard is standing at the door, one I don’trecognize but seems to know who we are. He lets us in with a nod of his head, stepping aside so we’re assaulted bu the loud music. “There’s nothing to tell.”
If I’m being honest, I don’t even know what’s going on myself. I’m not even sure I want to address it yet. Between my family and him, I’m a whole bundle of nervous energy.
“Uh huh,” Haven retorts. “And he hasn’t been spending every night with you?”
“Shut up!” I laugh again, averting my gaze to the crowd because Haven has an expression that I don’t want to mess with and one look in her direction might have me caving. She’s got me, though. Roman has been spending every night at my apartment, and I haven’t stopped him. Slowly, he’s wearing down my walls—the ones I spent five years building—and I don’t think I mind it at all. He’s still an asshole. I still want to rip his head off, but then he fucks me with all the purest intent and I forget why I’m even mad at him in the first place.
It’s fucked up.
The roar of the crowd is almost deafening above the music; the excitement palpable. Tonight looks like it’s going to be a successful one for Roman. The scent of alcohol is already flooding the wide space, bodies pushing past one another in haste to get to the front, creating waves of footfall.
I spot Roman without even meaning to, like I’m magnetized to him. His presence is like a shadow that clings to the recesses of my mind, dragging me in. He’s standing on the mezzanine, a balcony that looks to be set up as a VIP section so you get a full view of the blood and gore below.
He’s watching me, too, dressed in a black shirt and matching slacks that hug his body so deliciously it takes far too much effort not to drool. In the past few weeks, my hate for him has diminished, and I now experience a feeling that I had long forgotten. I can’t say I’m not enjoying it, though. He’s managedto take my mind off of the dark cloud lingering over my head, because after that failed family dinner last week, I’ve been stewing on it like crazy. I don’t know what I expected from my dad, but maybe some semblance of approval would have been nice. Then again, I ultimately knew what my career choice would mean for me and my family.
Roman’s gaze never leaves mine as Haven guides me towards the metal staircase that sits in the corner of the building. Haldon gives us both a nod of acknowledgment as we step onto the mezzanine level, but he’s too busy with some blonde in his lap to get up and actually greet us. Roman paces towards us like a predator, his eyes touring my figure as I step into his arms.
“Presh,” he purrs in my ear, hands sliding around my waist.
I slip my arms around his shoulders. Even with heels on, he has the height advantage—but I kinda enjoy pushing up on my toes to plant my lips on his.
His mouth connects with mine instantly, and even though I’m conscious of my brother standing behind Roman, it doesn’t stop me. It’s like my earlier nerves dissipate in an instant. The warmth of Roman’s arms around me settles the anxious energy and calms my heartbeat.
