Page 106 of From Rome, With Hate

I widen my eyes, resting my head back against the wall. “Really?”

“Yes. She never got to meet you; not really. And like Holt, I think if she had gotten the chance to know you, she would have loved you.”

I snort. “I wouldn’t say Holt loves you now he knows how obsessed you are with his sister, but I get your meaning.”

“You and that smart mouth of yours.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

Pinning his heated gaze to mine, he sticks his arm out again and stabs the red emergency button. The elevator abruptly stops, and my jaw drops.

“Rome,” I gasp. “Doesn’t that alert security to send the fire department or something?”

His eyebrows slant and he falls to his knees in front of me, sliding his hands torturously along the insides of my legs.

I suck in a sharp breath, mewling as my head tips back. My eyes flutter, a wave of heated pleasure coursing through me.

“Better make it quick, then, Mrs. Montgomery.” Rome lifts my skirt, and his tongue lashes against my clit.

“Fuck, Rome.” I hiss, gripping the top of his head. His large hands move to cup my ass cheeks, adding pressure to his mouth. He holds me against him, assaulting me with his tongue. He’s frantic and frenzied, wasting no time. Heat spreads down my thighs. I lift a leg over Rome’s shoulder, giving him more access. He sinks two fingers inside me as he sucks and bites down on my aching clit. Hooking his fingers inside me, he frantically pumps them in and out, tugging on the part of me only Rome can reach.

My orgasm slams into me. I pull on the ends of Rome’s hair, and my leg tightens around him, tiny explosions spreading across my body. I cry out as it rocks through me. It’s quick and furious. I’ve barely come down from it when Rome is standing. I ache to have him inside me. More than just his fingers.

I scramble to unbuckle his belt but sigh when I finally free his cock. It springs to life, poking me in the stomach. He reaches between my thighs, coating his hand with my wetness before smearing it all over his cock.

I’m panting, humming with anticipation as he lifts the back of my knee and raises my leg before driving into me. As frantic and frenzied as our kisses when we entered the elevator, that’s how fast he pumps inside me. My walls tighten and, within seconds, his orgasm, and mine, ripple through both of us. His cock stiffens, my walls convulsing around his thickness. His cum spills inside me, and his forehead falls to the crook of my neck just as the sirens start buzzing.

My heart leaps out of my chest.

“Oh shit.” I can’t help laughing. “We’re going to get in trouble, aren’t we?”

Rome starts laughing against me before he’s pulling out of me. He plants a kiss on my lips, sticks his arm out to restart the elevator, then presses his forehead to mine.

“If we do get in trouble,” he sighs, still catching his breath, “it was all worth it.”

THIRTY

JULIANNA

I’ve been here a million times before.

The grounds are just the same and the trees are nearly identical to the ones overlooking my own mother’s grave site.

Rome stands by the open car door, holding his hand out to me. I grab it before stepping out.

“What is it, Lark?”

He must sense something is off. In truth, it has been ever since Marcus turned into the wrought iron gate, taking us down the winding path, farther into the cemetery.

“Um.” The last thing I want to do is make it about me, but he deserves to know. “This is the same cemetery my mother is buried.”

“No shit.” Rome’s shoulders fall as the air leaves his lungs in one big breath.

“Yeah.” I swallow around the lump growing in my throat and follow the familiar headstones and trees in the distance. I point in the direction of where she’s buried. “She’s over there.”

Hard to believe the Capuletis and Montgomerys have been this close all along. Maybe we aren’t so different after all.

“All this time. I seriously had no idea.” He works his fingers over his mouth, staring off into the distance before pullingback to me. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I understand.”