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Sofia trots after us, her nails clicking a brisk tempo on the wood. Romeo kicks open the mahogany cabin door, carrying me down the carpeted stairs into the quiet, pressurized warmth of the master suite. The door clicks shut behind us, locking out the howling ocean and replacing it with the soft, decadent silence of plush carpets, silk bedding, and cedar paneling.
He carries me straight to the king-size bed, dropping me onto the center of the plush mattress.
Before I can roll away, he follows me down, his massive frame caging my hips, his knees slotting between my thighs. His hands come down on either side of my head, trapping me against the pillows as he looms over me.
"Let's see if you can keep that sharp tongue when my hands are on you, Donna Messina," he growls, reaching up to unbutton the top loops of his linen shirt with one hand, his eyes burning with an unholy, possessive fire.
My heart thunders in my ears. I know I should fight him. I know I should claw at his chest and scream for freedom.
Yet, as his weight settles over me, solid, heavy, and hot, a treacherous heat pools between my thighs, making my breath hitch in desperate anticipation.
I do not close my eyes when he settles over me. I cannot see his face clearly, but I feel the heat of him, the tremor in his arms, the way he waits for a word I have already given him with my body.
"Romeo," I whisper.
He answers without speaking.
He does not rush. He never has, not with me, and that is the worst and best part of him.
TEN
ROMEO
The stateroom smells like her. Sweet, heavy, wet.
It drives me out of my fucking mind, and I tell her so.
"You stood on my deck and threatened to throw yourself into the Tyrrhenian," I murmur, kissing the inside of one knee, then the other. "All that fire. Now you are dripping on my silk."
"I can still throw myself overboard," she sasses, her face screwing up in a teasing scowl.
"Try it." I drag my tongue up her inner thigh and stop a breath short of where she wants me. "I swim faster than you, Kitten. I’d haul you back by the hair and finish this on the swim platform where the crew could hear.
She swears at me even as her hips lift to follow my retreating mouth. I smile against her thigh before gently biting down until I know it will leave a bruise of my teeth.
"Ask nicely," I grumble, distracted for a second by the softness of her skin and her sweet scent as I drag my nose down the inside of her knee.
"Romeo." She pants, giggling when my nose tickles her with each exhale.
"Don Messina will also be accepted or sir." I lick a long line back down her thigh, right to the crease between her hip and leg.
She laughs, wrecked already. "Please put your mouth on me before I start another war."
"Since you asked so nicely," my voice comes out as a grumbling purr of satisfaction.
I bury my face between her thighs, breathing her in deeply before opening my jaw wide and covering her whole pussy. I eat her like I've been drifting out at sea and dying of thirst.
I spread her with my thumbs and lick into her hole, tongue-fucking her while my nose grinds her clit. She fists my hair and tries to ride my mouth. I pin her hips to the mattress and make her take it slow, then filthy, sucking her clit and switching it lit licks with the flick of my tongue until her voice breaks.
"Please, I need—" She breaks off with a cry as I sweep my tongue in wide up-and-down strokes from her pussy to clit, my whole mouth covering her.
"I know what you need, Kitten. This cunt can come on my tongue now," I mutter against her clit, swirling my tongue before rapidly flickering it, holding down her twitching thighs.
She does, hard, pulsing against my mouth, and I keep licking until she is twitching and swearing. Only then do I kneel up, stroke my cock once, twice, and push into her in one long, brutal slide that makes her see nothing but me.
I fold her in half, her knees spread wide and pushed up against her chest. I fuck her into the silk, deep and wet. The yacht rolls with the waves, and I use it, grinding on every swell, rocking up into her pussy until tears leak down her cheeks. I spit between her breasts and smear it, then wrap a hand around her throat and squeeze just enough that her pulse hammers under my thumb.
"Breathe when I let you. Come when I tell you. That is the only law on my boat." I growl that order, desire coursing through my veins as her breath catches in the back of her throat.
