“Please, I’ll leave. You’ll never hear or see from me again.” I moved the glass of water out of reach, and he spluttered to add, “they’re pulling the strings of every organization up the coast. It was only a matter of time before they came here.” I shoved the glass into his limp hand with a noise of disgust. Romeo furrowed his brow, wiping off some of the blood with a spare cloth.
“That’s not an answer. I think I killed my guy too soon. I let you win by default.”
The sound of glass shattering from behind made me wince, and Romeo let out an empty bark of laughter.
“Too late. I guess I won’t get a name after all.”
I hadn’t intended on ever telling Romeo about his mom and the organization she worked for. The Unseen. Let his memory stay golden, untouched like dawn in a bottle. Reality was too off-white, took away all the magic that memories were all too eager to filter in. Romeo deserved the preserved, sanitized version of his mom. He deserved the goddamn world, and I hated his mom for making me shatter the illusion. But not yet. I had more important things to do before I spilled my secret.
“I know who they’re talking about, and I’ll tell you everything you want to know. But first…” I prowled around my husband, running my nails down his muscular arms. Sweat streaked, blood marked. He was still the blade that cut my heart out of my chest.
“First…?” Romeo licked his lower lip. When I didn’t reply, he lifted the hem of his tank top and wiped the sweat off his face. Tanned muscles bunched, as if feeling the burn of my gaze. I caught my breath on the wildfire that stole oxygen from my lungs, leaving me panting.
“I need you, husband.” My fingers shook as they caught the button of my low-rise jeans. The tension between us coiled and snapped, a rubber band colliding. Our mouths hurtled together. There was nothing tender about the kiss, nor coaxing. It wasravenous. A cavern of lust we had both been adding to. Every long, lonely night forgotten as we bruised each other with our passion.
Romeo tore my jeans off my legs, my shoes clattering on the ground. One sock hung off my foot, and I shook it off with a smothered, giddy laugh. Romeo backed me towards the wall outside the cell. His arms banded around my waist as he plastered me to his body. I wrapped my legs around him, digging in my heels to bring him closer. His fingers ran over my body, underneath my plain gray shirt and bra I’d thrown on.
“I’ve missed us.” He confessed against my collarbone as he wrenched down the thin cotton. The pressure made it tear, and I gasped as the remnants of my shirt fell to the concrete floor. My pulsing pussy writhed against his hips, filled with a coursing hunger. There was nothing I could do except give in. Mindless for Romeo. We were a storm, thrashing wind and violent force, tearing down the space that had existed between us for months.
“I missed you too,” I admitted, sinking my teeth into his bottom lip in reproach, like a bloody exclamation mark.
My fingers slid up his singlet, and my breath shortened at the steel of his skin. Every inch belonged to me. His heated gaze glinted under the fluorescent lights. I wanted him to take my body, sweep away all the buzzing, pressing, outside noise, and leave only him. The only man who could ever match my true self. The only man who could ever love me as I was. Creatures of the dark, tearing and clawing at each other. Reveling in it. I bundled the material over his head and tossed it to the side.
“It’s been so fucking long, I started having dreams about your pussy.” Romeo kneaded my ass cheeks, the tips of his fingers stroking my heat. I was impatient now, churning with a need that had gone unsatisfied for months.
“Romeo…” Our foreheads ground against each other as his fingers groped, dipped, and teased.
I’d been afraid of the emotions earlier, with Paolo, but as they crashed back in like tumultuous waves, I met them unheeded. Let the crest drop, drown me, choke my throat with sand, and drag me into the deep depths. Romeo made mefeel. But he also held me safe. Even while his belt buckle dug too deep into my skin, biting a brand with his urgency. I could let him see every wild, dirty, wonderful, twisted part of me, and he would take it. He pulled back and flicked open the belt tongue, kicking off his clothes while pinning me to the wall. I squeezed my legs around him, muscles shivering with anticipation. Blood smeared on my outer thigh, transferred from Romeo. A warning streak. Or it might have been a warning for anyone else, but not me. The sight of it drove me to wrap my hand around his throbbing cock and fit it at my entrance.
“Yessss.” Romeo hissed, his lips making a home on the nook of my shoulder.
We both held our breath as he slid inside, where he belonged.
I moaned, seeking his mouth. I didn’t have words for how he completed me. But there was reverence in the slide and tangle of our tongues. There was a blood promise on the fervent taste of our kiss. His hands gripped my thighs as he thrust, letting me collect the grunts that escaped him.
“My perfect, deadly wife. My poison, my addiction. I can never get enough of the feel of you.”
The slap of our bodies together was sacred. Stripped to our bare skin, baptized in sweat. My chest throbbed with a holy warmth, and I met his thrusts with desperate whimpers. His words turned hoarse, promises in my ear as we both chased something we’d denied ourselves.
“I’m never waiting again, understand? I want you every day, Anita. Need you, more than anything. Our son, our legacy, it means nothing if I don’t have you.”
I sank my nails into his bulging forearms, letting the sting of my mark punctuate his plea. His movements became frenzied as we both chased release.
“You have me, always. You have my heart.” I gasped, reaching up to pinch his chin. I wanted him to look at me as he came. “Just don’t cum in me. I-I’m not ready for another baby.”
Romeo dropped his head, grinding his hips against mine until I saw sparks.
“You don’t want me to fuck a baby in you?” His hips slammed at his words.
“Yes, to the fucking. Never stop fucking me.” I gasped, and Romeo sank his hand into the bun at the base of my neck.
It wasn’t often that I swore, but who wouldn’t with their husband deep inside of them? He wedged his fingers against my skull and clutched at whatever he could grasp. The sting made me buck against him, a wild mix of pleasure and pain. My favorite.
“You better cum quickly, wife,” Romeo sucked on my neck with a groan. “Because I’m almost there, and I’m not stopping until you come on my cock, understand?”
“Y-yes.” The quickest way to get me to agree to anything, bed me into submission. My back was scratched from the frantic pace we’d set, and each pump of Romeo’s hips drew alternating hisses and pants. The heat in Romeo’s gaze made me shudder, knowing he’d cum inside me with no protection, whether or not I wanted him to. We were dusk, descending into darkness. The shadows reached out for us with licks of pain-laced pleasure. Each slam of his hips drew me closer, rubbing on my clit until my legs tightened around him. My body was rigid in sudden pleasure, electric, heady and throbbing deep inside of me. My pussy clenched around Romeo until he groaned.
“Let me out,” Romeo panted, thrusting shallowly like he couldn’t help himself. His face contorted as he tried to break theiron hold of my thighs. I said I didn’t want him to come inside me, but the idea of it turned me on.
