Page 48 of Precious Legacy
“Just let it go!”
“Like fuck I will! Anything could have happened to you!”
She pins me with a glare. “But it didn’t.”
“What the fuck is going on?”
I don’t know why I’m so pissed. Maybe it’s because I caught her outside with Milo, a guy I don’t trust one fucking bit. Or maybe it’s the fact she disappeared with no way to contact her, andfuck, if anything happened to her…
I march in her direction, intent on getting answers, when she suddenly spins around, surprising me by brandishing a knife. The metal glistens under the dim glow of the ceiling lights, the cold steel pressing against my throat.
I quirk a brow at her, my lips kicking up into a smirk. I’d be lying if I said my dick doesn’t react to the danger she imposes with that weapon. It comes part and parcel with my obsession with her—she could slice me up into tiny pieces and I’d still worship her with every single one of them.
“Are you flirting with me?” I challenge in a deep whisper.
“Onlyyouwould find this sexy,” she scoffs.
“No. I findyousexy.” Slowly, I take the knife from her hands and place it on the kitchen island. Thankfully, it’s one of the smaller knives in her drawer. “What happened?” I repeat.
She averts her gaze away from mine, which is a telltale sign she’s hiding something. Alanis has never been a good liar, but she also won’t take my shit if I push her. “I just needed some air,” she admits.
I cage Alanis against the kitchen island, my arms blocking her from escaping. “It’s too dangerous to be disappearing like that.”
“You think I can’t take care of myself?” she accuses.
As much as I know she can handle her own shit, there are bigger, badder people in this world that wouldn’t hesitate to harm her. Now that Milo knows there’s a definite connection between her and us, I have no doubt he’s got Alanis on his radar.
“Stay away from him, Alanis.”
She rolls her eyes, provoking me to grip her chin and lift her gaze to mine.
“I’m serious, Presh. Shit is happening with the Russians, and I can’t have you getting stuck in the middle of it.”
“I’m a big girl,” she retorts.
“Al–”
“In case I didn’t make it clear, I’m not yours, Roman. I can do whatever the fuck I want. I can talk towhoeverthe fuck I want.”
A growl erupts from my chest and I grab her by her thighs, lifting her onto the countertop. She has no fucking idea how much she pushes my buttons. Or maybe she does and she enjoys it. Alanis is like that, which is why I go toe to toe with her, stepping between her parted thighs and running my nose along hers.
“Let me make one thing clear.” I press my hand to her throat and force her down until her back is flat on the island. I move my hands up her silky thighs, pushing her dress higher and higher until her bare cunt is exposed. The sweet scent of her arousal is mixed with the heady tang of alcohol clinging to her skin. “You aremine, Presh. You’ve always been mine, and nobody touches you.”
Her throat bobs as her eyes land on me. Challenge lights up her green gaze, the heat palpable as her fist grips my hair. She’s searching for a reason to hate me, but even I know she’ll fail.
“Nobody?” she pushes.
I run my lips gently over her pink pussy and inhale her sweet scent, making her quiver beneath me. “Nobody!” I growl.
“Caveman much?” she scoffs back, rolling her eyes. But with the defiance painted all over her beautiful lips, there’s no denying the thoughts running through her mind. She loves this push and pull as much as I do. I have every right to mark her as my own and prove a point. With the way my cock hardens at the thought, there’s only so much restraint I can hold on to.
I close my teeth over her clit, tugging and nipping until she’s a writhing mess. The knife beside me is practically calling to me, glittering with mischief just like Alanis. “You have no idea,” I rumble as I pick up the blade. “No. Fucking. Idea.”
I don’t wait for her protests. With careful precision, I press the knife’s edge against the inside of her thigh while my thumb rubs circles over her clit.
“Rom—, ahhh…. fuck!” She gasps and hisses, her back arching when my tongue laps at her skin, tasting the coppery tang of blood in my mouth. Her hands run through her hair, tugging at the strands as I lick and suck her pussy, alternating between feasting on her and branding her.
Her back arches further as I draw her close to climax, her chest heaving with anticipation. She’s breathtaking, falling apart so effortlessly without realizing she’ll be bearing my initials forever.
