“What the fuck is going on tonight?” Riccardo grumbles to himself.
I barely register his words as Eros eases his body over mine, settling his weight between my thighs.
I reach up and graze his jaw, and he turns his head, nipping at my fingers.
Riccardo continues to pace the hallway, and the doorknob rattles, but doesn’t open.
A deranged satisfaction winds its way through me as I reach down and fumble with Eros’s belt. After I get it undone, I slide his zipper down and stroke him through his briefs.
The sound he makes nearly unravels me. He’s so hard, he has to be in agony.
“Please,” I whisper. “I want to feel you.”
“So polite when you ask me to fuck you.”
“Eros—” I peel down his briefs and slide my fingers over his warm, velvety skin.
“Tell me his name,” he says.
“Who?”
“Your megalodon.”
I freeze as the question enters my thoughts.
There’s no way he could possibly know I inadvertently pictured Romeo’s face behind the mask. But my guilty conscience seems to think otherwise.
It’s not intentional. It’s my mind filling in the blanks I can’t.
Romeo and I have nothing. We are nothing—except two people with battle wounds and too much history to forget.
“I don’t want to,” I answer quietly.
“Worried I’ll get jealous?” He thrusts into my fist, and my thighs clench as the empty space inside me aches for him.
“I…don’t know?” My voice catches.
“Is he who you think about when I touch you?”
I stiffen, and I’m sure he can feel it. This is a dangerous game, and I don’t know how to navigate it. I don’t want to be dishonest, but I still feel protective of Romeo.
Eros shifts his hips, and my hand falls away.
I’m afraid he’s going to leave me, but he lowers his body over mine and glides his cock through my arousal.
As he sinks inside me, I soften beneath him, shivering when his fingers graze my face.
“Someday, you’ll tell me.” He rolls his hips, and my head falls back as a wave of pleasure ripples through me.
“Good?” He teases his lips against my jaw as I drag my hands over the length of his back and pull him closer.
“So good,” I murmur.
It’s different than yesterday. My body is more relaxed, and even though I’m sore, it doesn’t sting. When he slowly withdraws and thrusts back into me, warmth floods my insides, and I melt into the sofa beneath him.
He dips his head and kisses his way down my neck, nipping and sucking as I paw at his clothes until I touch bare skin. He’s so warm, I want to wrap him around me like a blanket.
With every thrust, his muscles tense and contract, and I clench around him in response. Rough sounds of pleasurevibrate in his chest as he thrusts deeper, setting a more frantic pace.
