Page 74 of Precious Legacy
Wrong move, Lani.
Patience has always been a virtue of mine, but not when it comes to Alanis Bonanno; not when she’s torturing me like this. Not when my thoughts are driving me insane just as much as she is. But when she looks up at me with that defiant glare I love so much, I forget about the shit we’ve gone through. I remember whatweare, what she means to me.
Smirking, I grip her hips with one hand and pin her wrists to the mattress with the other. There’s no way she can escape me now, no way she can tease me and drive me to the edge of my sanity. Now it’s my turn to show her what true madness feels like.
“Let me go, Roman,” she demands, eyes narrowed on me.
Lifting one of her pinned hands to my mouth, I wrap my tongue around the fingers she used to get herself off and suck them clean. God, she tastes like heaven just exploded in my mouth, her heady arousal sitting on my tongue. I close my eyes, relishing her salty-sweet taste before pulling her fingers away.
Capturing her mouth with mine, I draw a deep, filthy kiss from her lips and grind my cock against the apex of her thighs. “I think you forgot,” I growl, tucking my fingers into the waistband of her soaked panties. “It’s always been mine.”
With one flick of my wrist, the flimsy material snaps and I scrunch it up in my fist.
Her defiant glare meets mine, but before she can offer me a snarky comeback, I shove her panties into her mouth. Shegrumbles something inaudible, which makes me laugh because I sense it’s something along the lines of calling me a dickhead.
Ignoring her, I slide down her body and hook her thighs over my shoulders. I’m like a starved man as I dive in, feasting on her cunt, devouring every drop of her until she’s writhing beneath me. I lap and lathe, smearing her juices across my face because I can’t get enough of her. I go crazy on her pussy as I work her up, circling my tongue over her clit, lifting my gaze only slightly to see the beginning of her climax.
Then I pull away, crawling up her body. I lick a path between her gorgeous tits, her chest heaving with anticipation. “Begme, Lani,” I whisper, repeating her words as I inhale her sweet scent that lingers on the panties hanging from her mouth. “Tell me how much you want it and it’s yours.”
I hear the faint reply of “fuck you,” before I’m lining my cock up at her entrance and thrusting into her hard and fast. Her muffled cries fill the room, driving me over the edge. She takes me so beautifully, her cunt wrapping around me so tightly that I might actually come too soon. With every powerful punch of my hips, I watch her unravel.
Her eyes roll to the back of her head as I pull out of her and slam back in on a rough moan, my own self-control waning. I pound into her relentlessly, letting all my pent-up frustration and irritation drive my hips forward until I have nothing left.
Her fingernails dig into my shoulders, her legs squeezing around my waist. Through her stuffed mouth, I hear the cries and pleas of her begging for more.
“Come for me, Presh. Come all over my cock.” I wrap my hand around her throat and she erupts beautifully.
She comes so hard and loudly as she shudders with every wave of pleasure rippling through her body. Her cunt spasms like it’s trying to strangle my cock, and it’s only a matter ofseconds before I’m roaring my release, painting her insides and marking her as mine.
“Fuck, Lani!” I collapse on top of her like a boneless mess, with just enough energy to tug her panties from her mouth and press my lips to hers.
“Is this how it’s always going to be?” she pants.
A deep chuckle vibrates from my chest and I can’t help but nuzzle into her neck. “Fuck, I hope so.”
“So, are you going to tell me who this guy is?” I ask, lighting up a cigarette.
Alanis has her head resting on my chest, so I can’t see her face, but I sure as shit can feel her expression change. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bother me earlier when her friend mentioned another guy. I guess I should be relieved that whoever this guy is, he isn’t going to be interested in Lani, or Savannah for that matter.
Inhaling the cigarette, I blow out the smoke while running my fingers through her thick, black hair. I’ve always loved her hair, the black strands tangling with my fingertips, the sexy mess that comes after fucking her senseless. Apparently, she’s still dazed because it takes a moment to actually reply to my question.
When she does, it’s a laugh that cinches at my chest.
“Relax, Caveman. It’s not what you think.” She snatches the cigarette from my fingers, taking a heavy drag before exhaling and handing it back to me.
“Care to elaborate?” I huff.
Pushing upright, she clutches the bedsheets to her chest and lays back against the pillows. The worried look on her face does nothing to ease my anxious thoughts, but the fact she’s preparing to tell me whatever has her nervous tells me she trusts me enough. “It’s…Milo.”
“What did he do?” I growl, already halfway out of bed.
“Let me explain,” she says, her voice scored with authority. I know better than to ignore her, especially with the serious look on her face.
She coaxes me back under the sheets, stealing the cigarette from me and sucking on it hard. Drawing another breath, she exhales. “I saw him today,” she starts. “Well… yesterday. Sav and I were walking through Midtown and I spotted him in a restaurant. He wasn’t alone, either.”
My brows wrinkle as I wait for her to continue. If she’s about to tell me some shit about him being with Alvaro, I’m going to have to fuck her senseless all over again. Sure, it’d surprise me to know he’s been meeting with Milo out in the open, but I wouldn’t be overly shocked. He’s had a hard on for the guy since I met Kyrovsky myself. It’s about time he did something about it.
The silence is excruciating. From the way she demolishes the cigarette, I sense it’s more than just her brother potentially fucking the enemy.
