He might be slightly unhinged, but I wouldn’t have him any other way.
I catch myself staring at him as he uses the parallel bars, lowering his insanely hot body into slow, controlled dips. Every inch of his inked chest is on display, while my favorite pair of black sweats hang low on his hips.
My eyes trace a path up his corded arms, over the prominent veins, all the way up to the tendons in his neck. The way hisabs contract sends a shiver through me, reminding me of when he comes hard, the contractions pulsing through those ridges of muscle.
We’ve both been busy this week, and I’m eager to get him alone for an entire Sunday. But that will have to wait until tomorrow.
After graduation, I launched an independent label—Sunshine x Storm. Thanks to an invite-only show for IVI members, my twelve-piece capsule collection sold out as soon as it dropped. Now I’m working on expanding into some local boutiques and have also started taking on custom commissions.
I spend my days in my home studio, losing myself in hours of creative work. I love what I’m doing, and Romeo tells me often how proud he is. He even attended the show, which earned him more than a few curious glances.
At one point, one of the attendees cornered him, making no secret of her interest. Much to my annoyance, I’ve realized this is a common occurrence when your husband is god-tier hot. It doesn’t matter how dark and stormy his moods might be, it only seems to attract even more sidelong glances and flirtations.
He has one response on those occasions.Do you want to tell her, baby, or should I?
It makes my heart melt every time, and I do, in fact, tell them that he’s mine.
Sometimes my voice still shakes, but with practice, I really am getting better at using it. True to his word, Romeo is always behind me, his presence giving me the courage and strength I’ve always needed.
I haven’t heard from my family since their visit to the island, and in a weird way, it feels like they don’t even exist anymore. At least not in my head, criticizing my every move.
This is my family now, and they’re all I could ever want or need. We always show up for each other, and today is proof ofthat. This afternoon, the entire family will gather to honor their don, his queen, and their legacy.
Chantel casts a glance at the outdoor gym, her eyes lingering on Cristian a moment too long before she lets out an annoyed sigh.
“I bet they all fuck like gods.”
Abella and I exchange a look, each of us suppressing a laugh.
“Well, I can only speak for mine,” I say. “But can confirm he definitely does.”
“Same.” Abella rubs her pregnant belly. “How do you think I got myself into this mess?”
“What did you expect when you married a man with a breeding kink?” Chantel smirks.
“We know far too much about each other’s lives,” Mariella mutters.
“You’re welcome to spill your dirty little secrets,” Val replies. “We know you have them.”
“A woman has to keep some mystery.” She gives a little shrug.
“Mmm-hmm.” Chantel takes a sip of her mimosa, nearly choking on it as she glances at the gym again.
We all follow her gaze to find Romeo watching me with that predatory expression I know all too well.
“He looks at you like he wants to eat you,” Chantel says.
“Does he?” I smile. “Never noticed.”
“That man doesn’t see anything but you,” Abella muses.
I don’t deny it, because it’s true. Whenever we’re with company, Romeo always has at least one of his hands on me somewhere. If he can’t physically touch me, his eyes are on me. And when he kisses me, he does it like we’ve been apart for years, rather than hours. As a husband, he’s intense, possessive, and crazy protective, but I love every second of it.
As if he can sense what we’re talking about, he strolls across the patio, a mischievous glint in his wolf-like gaze as he closes in on me.
“Excuse me, ladies.” He cosplays the perfect gentleman until he bends down and scoops me out of my chair, tossing me over his shoulder. “I need to borrow my wife.”
“What I wouldn’t give to have a man look at me that way.” Chantel sighs as he stalks off with me.
