Roman: A Zambrano Family Novel (Miami Mafia Series Book 1)

by Olivia Deici

  “Do you trust them? Are they as good as you?”

  He countered my question with one of his own.

  “How do you know I'm good? You haven't seen anything that I can do yet.”

  “I trust my gut about you. And Jose wouldn't have sent me anyone but the best.”

  He continued to stare at me.

  “You didn't answer my original question. Do you trust them and are they as good as you?”

  “Yes. I wouldn't use them otherwise.”

  I nodded. “Send me the bill. Whatever and whoever it takes to keep her safe. One thing, I don't want you obvious. I definitely don't want whoever sent her that note to see you. I want to catch him, and when we do…”

  “That's not a problem. It's how I earned my name.”

  Shadow.

  “This will be taken care of.” He looked at me square in the eyes and nodded.

  “Anything else that needs to be done, you do it. I don't care about what it takes. I want her protected no matter what the cost, money or otherwise.”

  I let that hang in the air.

  “Understood, Mr. Zambrano.”

  “Roman.”

  He jutted his chin out in acknowledgment.

  “Take the weekend off. I'm staying with her.”

  “Got it. I'll be here Monday night, unseen, unheard.”

  He walked away silently.

  I made my rounds throughout the building making sure everything was locked and secured. I took the stairs two at a time and got up to Izzy’s landing. Dezi greeted me.

  “Iz, I'm back.”

  I didn't see her. She must be in her bedroom.

  “Ok. Relax on the couch. I brought out a bottle of wine. Pour me a glass. I'll be right out.”

  I looked at the bottle. Moscato. Grinning, I poured us glasses. My Izzy tried to hide it, but she had a sweet tooth.

  I had just taken a long swallow of the sweet crisp wine when she appeared at the threshold of her room.

  I almost blew a load in my pants. If I was a dog, I'd be panting.

  Fuck. Me.

  “You like it?”

  Her smile was weak as if she was unsure about how fucking hot I thought she was. I don't know the proper names for it, but she had a black lacy bra that was essentially half cups. They pushed her globes up as if for offering. This was attached to a nightie. The lacy number barely touched the top of her thighs. Her panties, a small triangular scrap of lace, were barely there. The lace over her abdomen made her look beyond erotic.

  Her legs. Fuck.

  She had the sexiest damn legs.

  “Turn around.”

  I didn't recognize my voice. It was strained and belonged to a man who hadn't had sex in nearly nine months.

  I groaned. I fucking GROANED when she turned and I saw her ass. It was a g-string.

  “Fuck, Izzy.”

  I was breathless. God damn, Izabella Laurenti was a beautiful woman.

  Her smile was more comfortable and confident as she slowly walked towards me. The air was thick between us. She stood in front of me and I saw something change in her eyes. She spread her legs and it hiked up the nightie some more.

  Fuck, I wanted to lick her whole body from toes to nose.

  “God, Izzy. I've never come in my pants without touching a woman, but you're testing that record.”

  Laughing, she got closer, straddled me, and sat on my lap.

  “I hate to be unsexy, but-”

  “You couldn't be unsexy if you tried, Izzy. Every fucking thing about you was meant to entice a man.”

  She was taken back by my compliment. Jesus, who the fuck had she dated? Blind men?

  I laid my hands on the tops of her thighs and I heard her breath catch. Her eyes took on a sleepy and hazy lust that had my cock demanding to get out of my pants.

  “Ok. Unromantic, then.”

  Her voice sounded breathless as I kneaded her thighs.

  “Ok…”

  “It would not only be irresponsible of me, but hypocritical, if I didn't practice what I preached. So, sexual partners? STD history?”

  I couldn't help but throw back my head and laugh. She always fucking managed to surprise me.

  “What? It's true. Have to be responsible. I lecture my patients all the time.”

  I rested my forehead against her chest. The view had me groaning.

  “And you ask me these questions when you're straddled on me dressed as a sex goddess.”

  Her smile lit her eyes.

  “I'm clean. I've had many sexual partners, Izzy. Many. I'm not going to lie to you about that, but I would never endanger you. I haven't had sex in nine months. I had the trial keeping me busy.”

  “You don't have sex during that time?”

  “Not with the recent one. Was too important to deal with anything other than that case. It was a long prep and a long trial. Then I met you. So, nine months. During that time, I had labs and a physical. I'm clean. We’ll use condoms.”

  Her cheeks colored prettily and I wondered why.

  “You don't have to tell me anything. I trust you.”

  I kissed her lips as she shook her head. “Fair’s fair.”

  She wouldn't meet my eyes.

  “I've only ever been with one man. I'm clean. I haven't had sex in three years. I'm on birth control.”

  My eyebrows furled. Her laugh was extra bubbly, giving away her nerves.

  “Of what I said, what has you confused?”

  “Why are you on birth control if you haven't had a partner in a while?”

  Her laugh was genuine. “The birth control helps to regulate my periods. And here I thought you'd poke fun of me because it's been three years since I had sex, and because I've only had one partner.”

  I kissed her tenderly and pulled away, but our noses still touched.

  “Why would I? I've never been with a virgin. It's hot.”

  Her laugh was loud and carefree. She slapped my arm and wrapped her arms around my shoulders.

  “You're making fun of me!”

  I shook my head. “Baby, I've never been with a virgin, and you're as close to one as I'll ever get.”

  She pulled away from me, not physically though. Her smile slowly faded and I missed its presence.

  “You don't know what'll happen after me.”

  What the hell was running through her head? I saw fear in her eyes.

  “You going somewhere, Izzy?”

  She avoided my eyes again. This was all so unlike her. What the fuck happened to her in her past? Who put those ghosts in her eyes? Who the fuck hurt her so much, she couldn't even accept a compliment?

  “Shit happens, Roman.”

  I tilted her chin up and waited until her eyes focused on mine.

  “There's not going to be an after, Izzy. I like you. A lot. Too much.”

  Her eyes were guarded.

  “We’re not doing this now.”

  “What?” Her eyes were round.

  “We’re not making love now.”

  She closed her eyes. “I'm sorry. I killed the mood.”

  “You didn't do anything. I'm not having you unhappy and uncomfortable, Izzy. I'm with you because I want to be with you. Because you make me laugh. Because you want nothing of me other than me. Because you surprise me and keep me on my toes. Because you can go head-to-head with me physically and mentally. Because you make me happy. Because you fire my blood like no other woman ever has-”

  She stopped my words with her mouth. Her arms wound tightly around my neck. She rose up and slammed down on me.

  Her moan fueled my groan.

  “Fuck, Izzy. You make me forget my good intentions.”

  Her eyes were intense as they looked into mine.

  “I want you, Roman, like I've never wanted another man. I want you over me and in me, in front of me and behind me.”

  Her fingers touched my lips, and I bit and sucked them before she leaned down and kissed me.

  The kiss was carnal. We'd been pretty gropey the
last few weeks, but nothing compared to this kiss. It was open-mouthed and goddamned erotic. My tongue searched for hers and we dueled for domination. Her fingers wove into my hair and she moaned, rising above me and grinding down on my lap. The sounds coming from my throat could only be described as animalistic. Was it even me making those noises, because it sure as fuck didn't sound human.

  No other woman had ever made me feel like I felt right now. No other woman turned me on as much as Izzy does.

  I grabbed her ass and squeezed. She broke our kiss and threw her head back. “Roman.”

  Fuck.

  She looked so fucking hot doing that. I moved in and bit her neck.

  “Roman!”

  She was pulling my hair and moaning, and she wasn't quiet about it. It was a good call to come to her place.

  Izzy began taking off my jacket. I fucking jerked it off my shoulders. She unbuttoned one button of my dress shirt before growling and literally ripping it open. The buttons sounded like marbles as they scattered on the floor. She leaned back and looked at my chest.

  “You're so amazing.”

  It was the first time she’d seen me shirtless. We’d groped each other and made out like teenagers, but we'd remained clothed during our little amorous sessions.

  It had been oddly exciting.

  Her hands traveled over my pecs to my shoulders, feeling my muscles. She leaned down and I felt her hot mouth on my collarbone. I stood, not able to wait anymore to be inside her.

  She wrapped her legs around me as we kissed open-mouthed. Entering her room, I got onto my knees on her bed and gently lowered her down. Her hands went to my pants and she undid the belt. Sliding down the zipper, she jerkily moved my pants down.

  “In me. Now.”

  “Condom?”

  She shook her head, which made her hair sexily caress her smooth skin.

  Fuck. Me.

  It was like my own Victoria’s Secret model right before my eyes.

  My throat tightened.

  “Fuck, baby. I'm going to have you bare and raw.”

  She whimpered and leapt up, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. I grabbed her ass and brought her hard against me.

  “Are you ready for me, Izzy?”

  She moaned as I dipped a finger into her heat. The wetness I found there made me growl.

  “Does that answer your question?”

  I grabbed her hair and pulled her back, smashing my lips against hers. I was relentless, seeking her tongue. When I found it, I dominated it, just like I was going to dominate her. I trailed kisses down to her neck and sucked right above her shoulder. She yelped and her back arched.

  “Roman. Please.”

  “Mmmm, say my name baby. It's like a prayer from your lips.”

  I took one of her nipples into my mouth and tugged. She fucking came off the bed, yelling.

  “Fuck me!”

  “Baby, I'll tell you when we’re going to fuck and when you're going to come. Right now, I want to taste you and savor that cream between your delicious thighs.”

  She moaned at my words but her next word contradicted that.

  “No.”

  Her voice was breathy, as if she wanted it, but she was trying to close her thighs up on me.

  “Izzy, I want to taste you.”

  I looked up at her. Her cheeks were red again, and not from passion.

  “You've never had a guy go down on you?”

  She kept silent. Who the fuck was her ex? I'm convinced he was a blind monk.

  “Izzy, I'm going to lick your whole fucking body. I'm going to devour you, and by the time this night is over, there won't be a place where my tongue hasn't been.”

  She groaned and fisted my hair as I kissed a path down to her pussy. God, her fucking heat and smell were intoxicating. I didn't hesitate. Spreading her thighs, I ripped the threads that pretended to be her panties, and dipped my tongue in her heat.

  “Roman!” Izzy bucked but I held her firmly down with an arm across her hips.

  “Fuck, baby. You taste so sweet.”

  I went to town on her. My tongue licked one side and then the other, before moving to her core.

  I penetrated her with my tongue and licked her juices. I groaned, I was so turned on.

  I was addicted. Her moans were driving me fucking crazy. She was squirming and I held her solid as my tongue worked her over. She began moving her hips, riding my tongue.

  I moved back. “That's it, baby. Keep riding my tongue. You taste amazing.”

  I slipped a finger inside her and she cried out.

  Izzy chanted my name like a prayer, and my fucking dick was going to explode if I didn't get inside her.

  I moved to her clit and sucked hard. I slipped a second finger in and felt her beginning to spasm.

  Fuck, she was tight.

  He had to have been a blind monk with a pencil dick.

  Chapter 21

  Izzy

  Roman was making me feel things I'd never felt before. My body was on fire. Even the cool air on my heated skin made me sensitive. His tongue was amazing, and the whimpers and moans emanating from me were involuntary and uncontrollable. My body hummed and craved more with every new sensation it felt from his tongue and fingers. I cried out in ecstasy when I felt his tongue roll.

  “Oh my God!”

  He didn't stop. Roman held me with his strong arms, and his lips pulled on my clit. He slipped another finger in me and I was done. My hands flew to his head and I held him there as I ground my pussy on his face, yelling, SCREAMING, his name.

  “ROMAN!”

  His name was wrenched from my soul as my back arched and chest heaved upwards. My eyes rolled back as the strongest orgasm of my life ripped through me. Closing my eyes, I savored the rush of rapture that ran through my veins. The high of it beat brought my body with the thrumming of my heart.

  I opened my eyes when I felt him move. He rose above me like Poseidon from the ocean. The look in his eyes had my breath catching.

  They were bluer than ever, and held a restrained sexual fervor I’d never before witnessed. His eyes were as wild as they were at the club, with a vibrant blue that took my breath away.

  The virility came off him in waves causing my heartbeats to chase one another in a frantic pattern. I felt myself throbbing again, my body wanting his, craving him. He took the fingers that had brought me pleasure only moments before, and licked them as he stared at me.

  “I'm going to take you, Izabella.”

  My breath hitched. His voice was dark and velvety. My skin broke in goosebumps. My core clenched in need.

  “You're going to be mine.”

  I sucked air into my starved lungs. I'd held my breath for too long.

  Whimpering, I said, “I'm already yours.”

  I saw a change in his eyes, and if it was possible, they were more consuming. It was the watchful look of a predator, only I didn't feel fear. I felt restless, needy, and achy.

  Roman’s chest heaved with breath. He leaned down and kissed a trail up to my breasts. He took one nipple and played with it with his tongue. He sucked it hard into his mouth, and I screeched, reaching for him. I grabbed his hair and pulled him to my mouth and sought out his tongue. I tasted myself and the feeling of naughtiness that rose within me heightened my pleasure and need.

  I rocked my hips up to him and felt his cock brush my thigh. I groaned and bit his lips. My hands moved from his hair down his muscular back. The plans and valleys of his incredible body fascinated my fingers. His skin was hot and damp, like mine. The corded muscle of his forearms surrounded me, and their power made me breathless. I moved upwards and kissed his shoulders and neck. My lips and tongue tasted the beauty of his skin. Colorful images of art covered him, making him look beautiful and dangerous all at once. I felt his cock hard against me as he teased my nipples with his thumbs. So high with need, I bit his shoulder.

  “Now!” The voice coming from me was not mine. It was like another entity took me over. I grabbed his as
s and pulled him to my hips as they rose up to meet him.

  He shouted, grabbing my hips to still them before surging within me.

  We both cried out. Roman was panting and he rested his forehead in the dip between my shoulder and neck. We were both breathing hard.

  “You're so big.”

  His voice was gravely. “You're so fucking tight.” He pulled back and I saw the sweat glistening on his skin.

  “If I don't take a minute, I’m going to come fast and I want this Heaven to last.”

  I smiled and grabbed his ass, pulling him to me. He let out a hissed breath. I moved up and whispered in his ear.

  “We have all night.”

  He growled and withdrew, shoving back in me as he bit my shoulder.

  “More. More, Roman.”

  He began driving into me harder and harder. I held onto him and bit him again. He filled me and expanded me, and it felt incredible. The strength of his body was what women fantasized about. He grunted and the sound was so raw and primal, my teeth nipped him again. It caused him to bellow and he drove into me like a jackhammer. I yelled out in answer wrapping my legs around him.

  “You're so fucking hot, Izzy.”

  His voice was low and dark. Fresh goosebumps broke on my heated skin.

  “You're mine now, you know that, right?”

  I whimpered, and scratched his back.

  “Tell me, Izzy. Admit that you're mine now.”

  He bit my neck behind my ear and my pussy clenched and released.

  Another orgasm.

  “Yes! I'm yours, Roman!”

  He roared. He fucking roared his release.

  Roman’s hips slapped mine hard as he ground into me, riding out the spasms.

  “You feel so good…so good…I'm yours…I'm yours…”

  I kept repeating these words in an unrecognizable voice. He grabbed my chin firmly and kissed me open-mouthed in a kiss so carnal, it revived my need. It must have revived his, too.

  “Fuck, baby. I need you again.”

  He looked into my eyes, and his were so raw and so bare, I wanted to look away.

  It was too personal.

  What I felt with Roman was eclipsing anything I'd ever felt for anyone.

  It scared me.

  My life had shown me that nothing good ever came from love.