“I’ve been stalking you since the day I met you, Katalina. It’s never going to stop. I have a sick fetish that I’m somewhat proud of at this point. And I’m never going to allow my queen and my baby to be at risk.”
“You’re fucking crazy.”
“As are you,” he shot back and I couldn’t even hide the smile. He stalked toward me and pulled me into him to devour my mouth.
God, would the zap I felt every time he connected with me ever dull?
He told me to meet him at the front of the building. I got ready quickly, and then we drove to a boutique that Rome claimed was perfect for security purposes. On the way there, I told him he had to get rid of his apartment.
“Does that mean I can move in with you?” He fluttered his long eyelashes at me in jest.
I rolled my eyes at his out-of-character playfulness. “It’s probably a little fast for—”
“I’ve known you since you were barely a teenager.”
“True, but—”
“You have our baby in your belly.”
“Okay, I know that but—”
“I’m going to fuck you every night for the rest of your life. No one else.”
“Rome, now that is—”
“The truth.” He gripped my thigh, pressed the button that raised the partition so his driver wouldn’t witness his hand sliding up to cup my pussy. I practically cried out when his fingers rubbed back and forth. “This here is mine. Forever and ever. ‘Til death do us part. Want a ring so I can move in?”
I’m sure my eyes bulged. “Are you seriously insane?”
“I’m efficient.” He leaned in and licked my neck, literally licked it like I was his favorite piece of candy. “I intend to get to that point anyway. We could skip to it.”
“No. I don’t even know if I like you being around, let alone living with me.”
“You will.” He chuckled into my collarbone, and then he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me into his lap.
“We have to go get this baby freaking clothes, Rome.”
“I have to make this baby’s momma happy before we do so that I can move in with her.” His hand slid up to my jeans button and I let him unsnap them. I wasn’t fooling anyone. I wanted his fingers on me. He slid my panties to the side and took my ball of nerves in between his thumb and middle finger. He pinched and rolled in an intoxicating rhythm as he sucked on my neck. “How wet do you have to be to say yes to moving in together?”
“This is fucking blackmail,” I moaned and rolled my hips into his hand.
“It’s just a reminder, baby. A reminder of who calls the shots between you and me.”
“Pretty sure that’s me,” I panted.
His stare grew dark, possessive, and controlling. Rome liked me pushing his boundaries, I knew from the way he smiled like I’d just handed him a prize. He stopped what he was doing and grabbed my hips to flip me onto my stomach. I was over his lap like a child. He shoved my panties and jeans down just enough that my ass cheeks were at his mercy.
He slapped them.
Hard. So hard that I wondered if the driver heard it and my yelp after.
“What the fuck, Rome?” I asked, but it came out as a purr.
“Who owns this?” His fingers went to my slit, so wet now, he would have been able to slide his fingers in without a problem.
I whimpered, my head in the seat.
It wasn’t the direct answer he wanted. He smacked my ass again, and I couldn’t hold back the moan. “You think you own it, or is this pussy mine?”