Page 38 of Not Your Romeo
“How dare you crash my business, just to act like a jealous fucking caveman. All for what? So that you could come here and lick your wounded pride with women who can’t even afford self-respect?”
His silence continued and fuck was it as maddening as it was terrifying.
“Say something, damn you!” I drew back again, and he grabbed my arm like he meant to take it from the socket.
He charged into me, causing me to choke on a breath just before his body bullied me right onto the edge of a large council table.
I gave a startled squeak, and his hand clapped over my mouth, “You don’t strike first if you’re looking for a parlay, Darlin’. If you’re gonna insist on playing in a world meant for men who are immune to morals, you should probably learn the rules of engagement before you walk into a room swinging.”
My heart hammered so loudly it competed with his voice. I’d had this very conversation with my brother and Sean both. It usually wasn’t worded so nicely and always ended with me bruised and battered.
I flinched and his gaze softened a little. Not enough to keep me from startling when a knock sounded at the door behind him.
“Busy licking my wounds in here!” Ziggy barked, curling his finger around the crotch of my cutoffs. I looked down and he abruptly jerked, noisily ripping the thin material and distracting me from his words momentarily.
I instinctively tried to snap my knees together, but he prevented it, pressing them back wide. He planted himself between my thighs with a look that dared me to move.
“Yeah, this 'll only take a sec. I got a little tart that needs to say her piece.”
“N–” Was all I got out before Ziggy’s tongue shot between my pussy lips and wrung at my clit.
I clutched the sides of the table, and my eyes snapped shut while he sucked me back to silence.
When he spat my clit back out, he rumbled, “Probably a good first step if you piss off the Prez’s Ol’ Lady.”
My eyes flew open. I was shocked that he’d acknowledged me as such. The door squeaked and I shifted hard. Ziggy’s hands greedily gripped my ass and that tongue of his bore down on my clit, chasing the sense out of me again. My nails scrambled against the side of the table and my legs shook. One hand shot to his hair, but by the time it tangled in his short, dark locks, I lost my objective and ended up holding him hostage rather than shoving him away.
I vaguely became aware of steps nearby and forced my eyes to stop rolling back long enough to see Candy being dragged in by the scruff of her shirt. It shouldn’t have pleased me so much but fuck, it did. I dropped my head back and smiled, biting my lip against a moan. My thighs relaxed and I angled my hips and tangled my fingers in his hair.
“I– I shouldn’t have done that. I– I’m sorry,” Candy’s timid voice bled into background noise as Ziggy drove me over the edge.
I arched hard, shoving my pussy at his mouth. I sloppily fucked his face while Candy stammered, her tone was fearful, but her words were lost on me.
I wasn’t even aware Griz had led her away, but when I came back to myself, we were alone, and I was glowing inwardly and out. All these years, I’d been raising hell and trying to prove I was just as much of a gangster as my brother, and all I had to do for that kind of respect and recognition in the street was become a biker president’s ol’ lady?
I couldn’t keep the smile off my face, even when he nipped at my chest and came up to plant a kiss against my spread lips. He licked and nipped at my lower lip, drawing it possessively into his mouth.
I don’t know when I’d been that genuinely happy, and it was a fucked-up thing to realize. Maybe it was the combination of epiphany and endorphins, whatever the cause, my eyes were wet, and I was blinking back tears.
“What is this?” Ziggy whispered, kissing my cheekbone, and sliding his hand along the other side of my face.
I laughed, embarrassed by my body’s responses. I held him close, hiding my face in the crook of his neck. He held me back, strumming his hands along my back and neck.
“That was unexpected, is all. I’ve had that showdown before, I always end up in tears and shaking like this. Just, usually a little bloodier and more bruised for the show of things.”
He pulled away, his smile oddly pinned as he stroked my cheek and stared at me. He slowly shook his head, and that smile tipped into a genuine one.
“Ain’t nobody ever gonna leave you that way again, Roisin. You’re mine. Hear me?”
I nodded and leaned into his lips.
“I’ll stop,” I whispered when he kissed me back.
“Stop what?” He laughed.
I nudged him and gave him a look that I hoped implored seriousness, “I’ll stop selling.”
He tipped his chin and smiled, before leaning down and kissing me, his tongue sneaking in to dance with mine.
