The family had painted him as a killer and an angry, ruthless one at that. Even the villain in the story had dimensions that were pure and innocent. A villain is molded and shaped over time by the torture they have to endure. I wondered what Rome would have been like had he never been born into the mafia. I liked to think his laugh would have been contagious, that he would have gotten everything he wanted, lived the life he wanted.
I didn’t believe in happy endings, but I could wish for them in the dark, hidden corners of my mind.
“Are you about done?” I grumbled as I straddled him.
He wiped at nonexistent tears just to be a dick. “It goes to show that outfit is good for nothing.”
“Except that I’m on something hard, and I’m sure it isn’t your Glock. So my outfit’s good for something.”
“I’m rock solid because you’re in front of me, woman. It’s been that way since the day I laid eyes on your little ass. Not because you’re wearing a second skin.”
I ground my teeth together.
“How hot are you in that thing, anyway?” He raised an eyebrow as if he wanted to continue his stupid joke about my attire.
I gripped the front zipper and bit my bottom lip. If I couldn’t seduce Rome while I sat on top of him and make him forget about my outfit, I’d lost my touch. “Itisgetting hot in here.”
Slowly, I started to pull the zip down. The sparkle in Rome’s eyes died, and the hunger in them grew. He shifted so I could feel his length up against my pussy, and I moaned as the zipper traveled tooth by tooth down my body.
Rome sucked in a breath as it passed my chest. “Fuck. You’re not wearing a damn thing under there, are you?”
I stopped right at my hips and leaned forward. I threaded my fingers through his hair to pull him close and whisper, “I don’t ever wear anything under my clothes when I’m with you.”
“Because you want to feel like you might be taken by me?”
We stared at each other as I gave a tiny shrug. The side of his lip turned up, like he was getting used to my noncommittal answers.
My hand drifted to his zipper and shoved it down quick. His cock sprung free, and I whimpered as I gripped it, seeing that he’d worn nothing under his jeans either.
I stroked up and down his length, not once but twice, before I tipped the head of him onto the line of zipper teeth right over my pussy. “Feel that?”
His groan was guttural and his eyes dropped closed while he let me play with the one part of him I wanted in me at that very second.
“The zipper goes all the way down and around.” Rome’s eyes shot open as he understood my meaning. “Very easy access for both of us.”
“Unzip it, Bait,” he commanded.
I shook my head and rubbed a thumb over the pre-cum at the tip of his dick.
His jaw clenched. “You love the control, don’t you?” He glared at me.
“I love what I can get from you, sure.” I rode my pussy over him this time, dry humping right where I needed, and shifted my other hand up to my breast to start to get myself off.
Rome watched for a minute, letting me ride him just the way I was. His breathing sped up, his stare on me narrowed, and I felt his thighs start to clench with each roll of my hips.
My breath caught as I climbed toward my climax. I closed my eyes and arched to get there, riding him quicker and panting out little moans, when suddenly Rome’s calloused hands flew into the top of my jumpsuit and yanked it down around my arms, trapping me.
He shoved my hips back away from him and ground out, “You want to fuck, you fuck with me. I’m not here to ride for your pleasure only, Bait. I’m getting mine too.”
With that, he dragged his fingertip down the center of me, all the way to the zipper. He pushed it farther until it rolled over my clit. He stopped so that just that hot button was exposed. “Want to get off before I fuck you into oblivion?”
I sucked on my teeth, pissed he’d stopped my show of getting off just to take control for himself. I also bucked back so hard that my body just missed pressing on the horn for everyone in Chicago to hear when he rolled his thumb over that sweet spot.
“Hurry up and get on with it then,” I said, trying my best to be irritated.
He chuckled. “Ask nicely, Katalina.”
I wanted to punch him. Then I wanted to get on my knees and suck him dry. Something about him taking control of me shook me to my core. He was the only one who could, though I never wanted to let him know it.