“Because,” she sniffled, “this is dangerous.”
I wiped her tears with my thumb. “Then let’s be dangerous together.”
She let out a shaky laugh. “You’re insane.”
“Yeah,” I smirked. “But you knew that already.”
Synthia grew quiet, her eyes searching mine—like she was checking for a lie. But I was being brutally honest.
“I’m scared, Romelo,” she whispered finally, her voice small and cracked.
“Of what?”
“Of this. Of us. Of you. Of fallin’ in too deep and not bein’ able to find my way back out.”
I pulled her closer, pressed my forehead to hers. “Then don’t try to find your way out. Stay with me. Wherever you go, I’m there. You won’t ever have to look for me.”
“What about Trecee?”
“Fuck her,” I said, and meant it.
“I don’t want to be the villain,” she murmured.
“You ain’t,” I assured her. “Anybody who tries to paint you that way can answer to me.”
We stared at each other for what felt like hours, the weight of everything settling around us like a blanket. Slowly, she leaned in and kissed me—nasty kiss, tongue sucking mine, dragging over my lips before pulling it into her mouth.
I gripped her hips, motioning her on top of me. I was already hard, poking at her entrance, and she was already dripping.
“You know I don’t know what I’m doing,” she breathed against my mouth.
As she climbed on top of me, the covers peeled back, and we both caught the specks of cherry-red blood staining the white sheets. Synthia’s eyes widened, then softened when she looked at me and matched my calm expression.
“I popped your cherry,” I grinned.
She giggled. “I know that much.”
“You sure you can handle all this? You ain’t sore?”
“I can try,” she whispered timidly.
I held her steady, guiding her down onto my dick. Her wetness soaked my shaft, my eyes rolling back as her walls gripped me, inviting me in.
“I’ll forever be gone off this shit,” I moaned under my breath.
We fucked for hours. I didn’t wanna let her go. Didn’t wanna pull out. If it didn’t involve Synthia, I didn’t want it. I put my phone on DND and abandoned every priority.
Behind these walls with her…
I feared how normal it felt.
Feared how much I didn’t wanna let her see daylight ever again.
CHAPTER FIVE
SYNTHIA “JUICY” BROOKS
“Aye, you got your passport in the mail yet?” Romelo’s voice cut through the quiet of the kitchen.
