His Juliet: An Age Gap Hurt Comfort Mafia Romance (Empire of Royals Book 2)

I giggled as Romeo pulled me into our bedroom. We’d eaten copious amounts of Chicago deep-dish pizza and danced with our friends late into the evening until my husband’s patience had run out. He’d thrown me over his shoulder like the caveman he was and carried me away.

Not that I minded one bit.

“I have one more present to give you,” he said.

I cocked an eyebrow, very ready for whatever he wanted to give me.

He laughed. “Okay, two more presents, because we’re definitely doing whatever you’re thinking about right now. This one first.”

He unbuttoned his shirt, parting it to reveal another tattoo.

My name, written over his heart.noveldrama

“Remember the first night we met?” His hands ran down my sides until he gripped my hips and yanked me against him. “You marked me right here, and I knew at that moment you would be mine.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off the tattoo, yet another permanent symbol of our love.

“You couldn’t have known then,” I said.

His lips skated down my cheek, the roughness of his beard electrifying my skin. “I knew, stellina. That morning, when I left you, I knew you had altered me forever. And now the whole world knows. I belong to you, my Juliet.”

“You can’t make me cry again. All I’ve done today is cry.”

His chuckle vibrated through my chest. I pressed a light kiss to my name on his skin.

“Now I want a tattoo of your name.”

Romeo froze, and his grip on me tightened. “Fuck, you can’t just say things like that.” He picked me up and gently tossed me onto the bed. “I can’t be expected to control myself when you say shit like that.”

He crawled over my body, eyes dark.

I gripped the back of his neck. “Good. I love when you’re out of control.”

He let out what could only be described as a growl as he flipped me over onto my stomach. He kissed a line down my bare back until he got to my zipper.

“I love this dress on you. You looked like an angel walking down the aisle.”

I helped him wiggle the dress off until I was left in only the lacy white panties Leona had gifted me. I rolled over onto my back. Now I could see Romeo’s dark eyes as he played with my thong—so different from the high-waisted underwear I usually wore. My eyes fluttered shut as his lips closed around my nipple, sucking and nipping until I was arching off the bed.

“More,” I gasped.

He groaned. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

He didn’t make me wait as he tore off my panties while my trembling fingers stripped him of his pants and boxers.

Romeo’s hands were rough as they touched me—grabbing my hip, pinning my leg between his, gripping my jaw as I opened for him. His tongue dragged along mine, spurring on my pleasure until I was desperate for more.

I pressed my hands against his chest and rolled us so I was on top.

“Fuck, yes,” Romeo groaned.

I’d never been on top like this before, and I was momentarily seized by a wave of self-consciousness. He could see everything here, but from the dark, eager look in his eyes, that’s exactly what he wanted.

“This is my new fantasy. You sitting on my lap looking so fucking sexy on your throne.” He pinched my nipple and I gasped. “My queen.”

It was impossible to stay self-conscious when he said things like that. I surprised myself by reaching up and playing with my nipples, reveling in how he looked at me like I was the sexiest person in the world.

He guided my hips as I raised up, notching his cock at my entrance. I rubbed his pierced head over my clit. I was already soaked for him.

“Stop teasing me. Take me inside that pretty little pussy of yours.”

I let out a long moan as I sank down on his cock until we were as connected as two people could ever be.

It took me a minute to find my rhythm, but even when I fumbled or stuttered, Romeo never stopped praising me.

“Look at you, taking my cock so well. Sucking me into that greedy pussy.”

His hands were on my breasts, squeezing and pinching until I was on the verge of coming.

I leaned down, desperate to kiss him. The change in angle pressed my clit against his rough skin. He swallowed my moans as he returned my kiss, merciless with the pleasure he gave me.

“Come with me, baby,” he urged. “Be such a good girl and come for me.”

His thumb pressed against my clit, circling and teasing as my pleasure built. I whimpered, tightening my hold on his shoulders until it was too much for my body to hold. Pleasure exploded through my body, drawing me under its endless waves. Romeo came with me, a groan ripping from his chest as he spilled deep inside me. I rode him through my orgasm, never wanting this feeling to end.

His arms surrounded me like a vise when I finally collapsed onto his chest, his cock still buried deep.

“My Romeo,” I murmured.

“My Juliet.”

“I’m so glad our story isn’t a tragedy. We got our happy ending.”

“I promise you, angel. This is just the beginning.”