His eyes locked to mine, looking like a king as he stood tall over me. His impressive length continued to fit inside me, forcing my body to accommodate him. “I love looking at you.” He tightened my knees against my waist, keeping me wide open for his cock to enjoy.
My hands wrapped around his wrists so I had something to grab on to. His pulse thudded against my fingertips, powerful and strong. I could feel his arousal through the strong beat, the vibration against my fingertips. Everything about that moment turned me on, aroused me to exceptional new heights. “Calloway…”
He released his left hand and grabbed my right one, interlocking our fingers together so he could feel the ring he’d given me. Once he touched the metal, his gaze darkened and took on a new intensity.
My orgasm was unexpected. It came in a rush, striking my body all over and making me writhe. I arched my back as the sensation rocked through me, and the scream that accompanied it must have reached our neighbors next door. I gushed around his cock, my come sheathing his length.
He leaned over me, his strong arms holding his massive body on top of mine. He ground his hips harder into me, his body rubbing against my throbbing clitoris. He gave me a final kiss, slow and seductive, just before he released inside me. He inserted his entire length into me, nearly hitting my cervix, and he dumped all of his arousal inside me. His eyes were glued to mine, wanting to watch me fill up with his come. A quiet moan burst from the back of his throat as he finished. “Fuck…”
I gripped his hips as I kept him within me, wanting to feel our connection for a moment longer. Soon, room service would arrive, and we’d have to return to work. But for now, I could enjoy his cock just a little longer.
He didn’t touch my hair like he usually did, probably not wanting to mess it up before I returned to the office. He kissed me again, his cock softening inside me. “I want you to feel my come for the rest of the day.”
“I do too…”
His eyes narrowed on my face, clearly pleased by that response. He leaned down and kissed me on the forehead, his kiss warm and his smell intoxicating, then he pulled his cock out as he stood.
The second he was gone, I felt like I was missing a piece of myself.
A knock sounded on the door. “Room service.”
Calloway took his time putting on his clothes, not rushing for anyone.
I walked into the bathroom and shut the door, too much of a mess to be seen by anyone. I heard Calloway open the door and take the tray before the delivery man left. “He’s gone, sweetheart.”
I came out, my hair fixed and my dress smoothed out. I could feel the weight of his come still sitting inside me, heavy and warm.
Calloway had the table set up in front of the large window that overlooked the city. There were two glasses of water along with our entrees. He’d ordered salads and sandwiches for both of us. He came to my side of the table and pulled out my chair just like he would at a restaurant. He’d just screwed me at a hotel in the middle of his lunch hour, but he treated me like a queen a moment later.
He sat across from me and sipped his water, his jaw chiseled and defined. His gaze was less brooding, less intense now that he got what he wanted out of me. He started with his salad first and ate quietly, his gaze moving to mine once in a while.
I ate in silence, having nothing to say now that we’d already had a full conversation with our bodies.
“How is everyone treating you?”
I cracked a sarcastic laugh. “They all hate me, Calloway. And you know that.”
He took a bite of his sandwich and took his time chewing. He didn’t inhale his food like most men I knew. There was no way in hell he would be built like a Roman soldier if he ate too much. “That’s a shame. I’m sorry to hear that.”
I shook my head because I didn’t know what to say. “I knew it would happen once we paraded it around the office like that.”
“We didn’t parade anything. It’s not like I fucked you in the middle of the conference room during a meeting.”
“We made it just as obvious. We always come in together. We leave together. And if anyone watched us go to lunch, they would have seen us check in here.”
“So what?” he asked coldly. “We keep it professional at the office. They shouldn’t treat you differently just because you’re sleeping with me. It doesn’t affect your working ability.”
“But it affects my work ethic.”
He took another bite, taking his time. “If anyone takes it too far, let me know. I’ll fire them.”
Even if they treated me like shit, I would never tell Calloway. I wouldn’t take advantage of my relationship with him just to make my life easier. That wasn’t why I was with him, and I never wanted him to question my feelings.
“It’ll die down after a while. They’ll get used to it.”
“Hopefully.” I suspected they’d always be hesitant around me. I was loyal to Calloway, so they were afraid to tell me anything, worried I would leak the information to him. Now I was the office snitch—the office slut.
“Don’t let it bother you.” He moved his hand to mine on the table, and his large hand gave mine a gentle squeeze. They were covered in masculine veins, their power obvious by the sight of the muscle underneath.
I felt warm once he touched me that way, embraced me like I was the only woman he cared about. My mouth rose in a smile, and I flicked my thumb over his hand. “Thanks…”
He brought my hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss over my knuckles, his warm breath falling on my skin. His eyes remained locked to mine, full of affection as well as attraction. “Besides, you can always be my private secretary if things don’t work out.” He waggled his eyebrows before he dropped my hand.
“I’m pretty sure I already am your private secretary—at home.”
2
Calloway
I wasn’t happy about giving up the only life I’d ever known. But I couldn’t live without Rome anymore. Something about this woman changed me. She strengthened me when I was already powerful. She pushed me when I couldn’t be pushed any further. She made me feel more like a man because she was an incredible woman.
I had to give it a try.
We came home after work, entering the empty house we both shared. She was staying with me temporarily—at least, that’s what she thought. I had very different plans for our arrangement.
She slipped off her heels by the door—as always.
I’d come to love her little habits, the things she did without even realizing it. I loved the way she brushed her teeth at night before bed. I loved the way she ran her fingers through her wet hair just before she dried it. I loved the fact that she looked just as beautiful without makeup as she did when she got dressed up.
And I loved the way she looked wearing that ring. The black diamond looked perfect against her pale skin. I loved officially claiming her, making her mine forever. Now that I’d seen her wear that ring of commitment, there was no way I could let her go.
The second we were alone together behind locked doors, I wanted to do the thing I loved most. I wanted her on her back, her thighs spread and her ankles locked together around my waist. I pressed her into the wall and kissed her, the exact place where I fucked her the other day. My hands moved to the wall and boxed her in, making sure my prey couldn’t escape.
She clearly didn’t want to run. She melted at my touch right on cue, her hands moving to my powerful arms. The quiet sounds she made when she kissed me were sexy. I didn’t need to stick my fingers in her pussy to know she was wet for me.
I knew I should head to the gym after work and get back to a routine, but I didn’t want to leave Rome alone. In fact, I didn’t want to leave her at all. I wanted to fuck her all day and all night. My woman was back in my life, and I didn’t want to waste a moment doing something else when I could be buried inside her.
I picked her up and carried her upstairs to my bedroom on the third floor. I placed her on the bed gently then began to peel her cloth
es away. That afternoon, I just lifted up her dress and rammed my cock inside her. But now I wanted to take my time, get her naked so I could truly enjoy her.
When she was naked on the bed, I considered her perfect figure. She had nice tits, a tiny waist, and flawless skin. The demon inside me wanted to smack my palm against the delicate flesh and mark it red. The arousal flooded through me at the thought, and I was gripped by the memory of a leather belt in my hand. But I pushed it away and concentrated on the sensual sex I was about to have.
I undressed myself, taking my time to torture her. I slowly worked my tie and loosened it around my neck.
She squirmed on the bed, licking her lips with arousal burning in her eyes.
I dropped my tie on her stomach then undid each button of my shirt, slowly revealing my chiseled physique.
“Come on…”
Nothing sexier than watching a woman beg. “Touch yourself while you wait.”
She moved her hand between her legs and rubbed her clit in a circular motion. At the first touch, her breathing hitched. She arched her back as her thighs fell away, her breathing increasing noticeably.
I got to the last button, my cock hard as steel in my slacks. I watched her hand rub that little nub and excite herself even more. She was touching herself to me, getting off to me stripping. I moved to my pants next, forcing myself to go slow even though I wanted to get naked as quickly as possible.
She parted her lips when she moaned, her hand working harder against her clit. Her chest blushed a beautiful pink color, and her nipples hardened to the edge of knives.
I undid my slacks quickly and pushed them down along with my boxers, unable to maintain my slow pace. I kicked off my shoes and didn’t bother with the socks. “You’re so goddamn sexy, sweetheart.” I crawled on top of her and placed her feet against my chest, pinning her underneath me so there was nowhere for her to go.
She gripped my hips and pulled me into her, just as anxious for me as I was for her.
I loved the way she looked in that moment, so desperate to have me. Her obsession matched my own. This woman was my driving force for everything. She was my whole world, my whole universe. And I knew she felt the same way about me.
I sank into her, slowly giving her every inch until she had all of me.
“Oh god…” Her hands snaked to my biceps, her favorite muscle to grab on to.
She was always so tight. It didn’t matter how many times I fucked her or how rough I gave it to her. Her pussy was just too small, and my cock was just too big. I rocked into her slowly to get her used to me. Every time we screwed, I needed to ease her into it, to give her body time to stretch to accommodate my large size. Otherwise, I would just hurt her.
And that was the last thing I wanted to do.
I was at work when my PI called me.
“What’s up, John?” I said into the speakerphone. My eyes were glued to the window, seeing the rest of the city as my backdrop. This city was full of people trying to make their dreams come true, trying to make something of themselves.
“Hank is pretty transparent. Went to Dartmouth for undergrad then Columbia for his law degree. He’s been a public figure for a long time. His father used to be the mayor of New York City. His mom was a fashion model. He’s done a lot for the community as the DA. Put a lot of bad guys behind bars, criminals that killed cops. He’s pretty much a hero in the eyes of the city.”
That wasn’t what I wanted to hear.
“Other than that, he’s squeaky-clean. Nothing on his record.”
Even worse.
“Sorry, Mr. Owens. I know that wasn’t what you wanted to hear.”
When I thought about the heinous shit he did to Rome, I knew she couldn’t be the only one. He had to have stalked and assaulted other women. It tended to be a pattern for men like him. “Look into all of his old girlfriends. I want their names and addresses. Everything.”
“Of course, sir.” He hung up.
I let the line go dead before I hit the button on my phone and ended the call. I continued to stare out my window and tried to control the rage that swept through me like a forest fire. I wasn’t just angry—I was insane. My hands tightened into fists, and my knuckles turned white. When I thought about what that asshole did to my woman, it made me see red. Rome was my whole world. If anyone touched her, they were asking for their own execution.
Even though I was happy to be reunited with her, that joy was fleeting. Once I was alone, my thoughts immediately turned to the man I’d proclaimed as my enemy. I’d seen his face, and it haunted my dreams. Sometimes my nightmares showed him on top of Rome, thrusting inside her with a maniacal gleam in his eyes. I started thrashing in bed until Rome woke me up. Every time she asked what my nightmares were about, I never answered.
If anything ever happened to her…I wouldn’t be able to go on.
I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself for not protecting her.
Hank reminded me of my own father. He was psychotic, violent, and evil. I didn’t stand up to my father until way later than I should have. But I wasn’t making that mistake again. Hank had been obsessed with Rome for far too long.
I needed to put him down.
My secretary’s voice came through the phone. “Mr. Owens, Christopher is on the line to speak with you.”
I hit the intercom button. “Thanks. I’ll take it.” I hit the speakerphone button and addressed him. “What a nice surprise.” Christopher and I had been on decent terms since the shit hit the fan. He didn’t like me as much as he used to, but he tolerated me.
“Since you’re with Rome 24/7, I knew I’d have to call on my lunch break if I wanted some privacy.”
I definitely didn’t let Rome out of my sight—not even for a second. “Hank hasn’t tried anything. He probably doesn’t know where to look for her. Has he come by the apartment?”
“Not from what I can tell. But I’m sure he has men watching the place. He’s probably figured out that she’s not staying here anymore.”
If he had men watching her, that was truly creepy. “You’re always welcome to stay at my home if you aren’t comfortable, Christopher.” He wasn’t the kind of man to admit he was afraid, but I wanted to make the offer anyway.
“I’m fine,” he said with confidence. “He doesn’t want me, so I doubt I’ll hear from him again.”
“Unless he wants to figure out where she is.” I knew this wasn’t over. I was prepared for anything at this point. If Hank had gone all the way to her apartment and broken in during the middle of the day, he obviously thought he was invincible.
“I’ll never talk. Maybe we can get away with assault and harassment, but even the DA can’t get away with murder. I’m not afraid of him.”
Neither was I. “If you ever change your mind, let me know.”
“Are you kidding me? I have a huge bachelor pad all to myself now. The ladies love it.”
I chuckled into the phone. “Sounds like things worked out for you.”
“Some good came out of it. I didn’t want to live with Rome in the first place. Now she’s your problem.”
She was the best problem I’d ever had.
“So…does that mean you guys are back together?” There was no hope or dread in his voice. His feelings about the matter weren’t clear like they usually were.
“Yeah.”
“Oh…I’m surprised Rome changed her mind.”
“I caved.” I didn’t feel ashamed about it anymore. Having her sleep with me every night made it all worth it. I loved the sex, no matter how vanilla it was. I loved everything about her even though I had no control over her. I would rather have this than my previous misery.
“Meaning?”
“I gave up Ruin. I gave up the lifestyle.”
“Wow…I didn’t think you could do it. You stood your ground for six weeks.”
“That was the best I could do. After what happened to her…I understood how much she meant to me.” Knowing Hank laid a hand on her sent me into a t
errifying rage. That wouldn’t have happened if she had been sleeping with me. No one would ever bother her again if she were mine. I couldn’t let that ever happen again. Forsaking my old ways was a small price to pay to keep her safe. I really didn’t have much of a choice. If I didn’t give her what she wanted, she would move out eventually and be left vulnerable to another attack.
“Yeah, I get it. I’ve never felt that way about a woman, but I can imagine. I was pretty upset when everything went down. Rome is a good person. She doesn’t deserve to be stalked and nearly raped just because she’s beautiful. It’s disgusting.”
I couldn’t think about the implications of Hank’s success. If Rome hadn’t been a hard-ass and fought him off, he would have gotten his way—taking something that didn’t belong to him. Then I really would have killed him. Rome’s strength was the reason I wasn’t sitting in jail at that very moment. “Yeah…”
“Thanks for being there for her. I do my best to look out for her, but I’m not you. I don’t have the same kind of power.”
“I don’t mind.” Rome meant everything to me. Since the moment she walked into my life, everything had been better. She made me happy when I didn’t think I could be. I’d give her the entire world if I could. “She’ll be safe with me. Between you and me, I hope Hank comes after me. I would love to kill him.”
“Yeah, that makes two of us.”
We ate dinner together in comfortable silence. It was the third night we were eating leftovers since Rome refused to throw anything out. She would eat anything unless it was so spoiled it would actually make her sick.
Since she was so passionate about it, I didn’t mind.
We made small talk about work and discussed the next charity benefit we were having at the Four Seasons, but I didn’t really listen to her. I was more absorbed in her features, watching the way her lips moved when she spoke. Her green eyes weren’t quite as bright as they used to be. There was a distinct melancholy about her, a sadness she struggled to hide.
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