She took a deep breath, preparing for whatever would happen next.
Now I didn’t want to go out for drinks. I just wanted to stay here, climb on that small bed of hers, and fuck her all weekend. All the fooling around we did satisfied me temporarily, but it didn’t satiate my hunger. Only when I came inside her, filled her pussy with my domination, would I finally feel full.
I stared into her eyes so hard I didn’t blink. My hands practically shook in aggravation. My true self, the controlling man deep inside, wanted to burst out of my skin and come into his full form. I would always be a creature of the night. I would always be a Dom. It was nearly impossible for me to remain calm and focused. It was nearly impossible for me to grant her any rights. But I wanted her so bad. I battled that dark aspect of myself until he was tucked away, hidden deep inside a locked cage without a key.
I pressed my mouth against hers and kissed her softly, the exact opposite of what I wanted to do to her. I wanted to press my chest hard against her tits and feel her nipples pebble. I wanted to fuck her right against the door and listen to her whisper my name.
She melted under my touch, her bottom lip trembling slightly from the heat. Her tongue entered my mouth and reached mine, lightly playing with it. I wanted a soft embrace, but she immediately took it to the next level. Whenever she wanted something, she just took it.
I loved that about her.
“Let’s forget the drinks.” I lowered my hands to either side of her waist and pressed my chest against hers. I had one more week of this torture before my cock could finally claim what was mine. A part of me was afraid of the moment when I would finally have her. I wouldn’t be able to control my dominant side, to remain calm and gentle. I would grab her by the hair and tell her she was my possession forever, that she wouldn’t even make eye contact with another man unless I gave her permission.
And she wouldn’t take that lying down.
“We can’t.” Her hands slid up my arms and rested on my biceps. That was her favorite place to touch me. Her fingers dug into the power of their size and didn’t let go. “Christopher is waiting for us.”
“He’s a guy. He’ll understand.”
“And he’s my brother,” she reminded me. “I don’t stand up family.”
When it came to her, I honestly didn’t care about anything else.
“I’ll make it up to you later.” She brought her soft lips to the corner of my mouth and pressed a gentle kiss there. She let her mouth linger, sending warmth all the way down my spine and to my groin. “You can stick your big cock down my throat, and I’ll swallow every drop.”
My hands dug into the wood, and I almost knocked down the door.
She gave me a playful smile like she loved the little number she’d just pulled on me.
But she didn’t want to play this game—because she would lose.
We met at a small bar a few blocks over and sat in a booth in the corner. Christopher had a pretty girl with him, a blonde with straight hair and big boobs. She was eager for his affection, grabbing his arm and kissing him even though Rome was sitting right beside her brother.
I pressed my mouth to her ear. “Gross you out?”
“I’m used to it. He’s been doing this since I can remember.”
Good thing they weren’t actually related.
“Besides, he doesn’t ask me to talk to his ladies, so I don’t have to put in any effort.”
“How thoughtful.” My hand reached for her thigh under the table and moved up until her dress was almost to her waist. My fingers slid across the curve of her inner thigh until I could feel the fabric of her panties.
She didn’t push my hand away.
“Where did you two meet?” Bridget was her name. She was nice but talked with a high-pitched voice that irritated my ear canal. She continued to hang all over Christopher like they were newlyweds.
I had a difficult time keeping my hands to myself around Rome, but I kept myself in check in front of her brother—out of respect. I liked that guy a great deal. He was real and true, naturally charismatic and laid-back. He treated his sister like an adult rather than playing the part of overprotective brother.
“Well…” Rome glanced at me before she turned back to Bridget. “At a bar. I mistook him for someone else and…slapped him a few times.”
“Oh, wow.” Bridget placed her hand over her heart in shock. “That’s interesting…”
“I like a woman who knows how to throw a punch.” I grabbed my scotch and took a drink. “She turned my cheek red, and I couldn’t stop thinking about her. We ran into each other at a charity event, and the rest is history.”