Page 50 of From Rome, With Hate

“Oh, fuck.Rome!” My orgasm hits like an electric shockwave, coursing through my body, causing me to shudder. My clit throbs against his mouth, and my walls clench around Rome’s fingers inside me. They continue their assault, drawing every single bit of my orgasm out of me.

It’s a feeling I haven’t felt for ten years. The pleasure sends tremors across my body. I wind my fingers through Rome’s hair, tugging on the ends as he moves his mouth all over me.

He’s everywhere all at once.

Eventually, once I’ve dropped back down from whatever atmosphere I was just catapulted to, I’m left gasping for air. Desperate for it, even. Breathlessly, I crack open my eyes and stare up at the storm clouds between the endless rain.

Pain from my leg suddenly slams into me, reminding me of the conversation that led to where I am now, with Rome’s face buried between my thighs.

Fuck, what have I done?

SIXTEEN

ROME

I wanted to punish her.

It’s probably fucked up, but I couldn’t take it anymore.

Her stubbornness, the sound of her voice as she reminded me we agreed we were free to fuck other people, the immense feeling of loneliness I’ve felt ever since we parted…

The night I lost everything.

I couldn’t handle it, and I force the thoughts away now as I carry Julianna back to the house.

We haven’t spoken since I assaulted her sweet pussy with my mouth. If it weren’t for the injury to her leg, I might have left her there afterward. Mostly because I need time to wrap my head around what the fuck just happened between us.

Julianna and I have never been very good at staying away from each other. It’s why we’re in this mess to begin with. Married at eighteen. Separated for ten years. Unable to deny this pull to one another.

I carry her up the stairs and into the bathroom. She wraps her arms around my neck but doesn’t look me in the eye. Her head is against my chest, and it isn’t until I’ve set her down on the floor in front of the bathtub that I realize it isn’t solelybecause she’s avoiding me, unable to face me after what we’ve done. Her skin is pale and she’s whimpering in pain.

My eyes drop to her injury. My shirt is black and soaking wet from the rain, but I can still see the streams of blood down her leg.

“Oh, fuck, Lark.”

“What?” A tiny smile tugs on the corner of her mouth. “I’m fine.” She exhales through her nose and rests her head back against the bathtub.

“Hold on.” I scramble to find the first aid kit under the sink, then fall to my knees in front of her.

She keeps her eyes closed. “How bad is it?”

I wrap my hand around her cheek, guilt slamming into me. I shouldn’t have done what we did outside when her leg was this bad. Her skin is clammy and cool. “Are you lightheaded from the loss of blood or from the earth-shattering orgasm I just gave you outside?”

She snorts, a tiny smile playing on her lips. “Earth-shattering, my ass.” Then she swallows, wincing. “Honestly, I’m not sure.”

“I’m going to take a look.” I sit back on my heels and carefully loosen the tie I wrapped around her calf.

She doesn’t argue. I don’t know what to think about this. It’s strange when she isn’t fighting me tooth and nail, but I can tell her resolve is gone.

She braces herself, pressing her hands to the floor by her sides.

I peel away my shirt, then lift the shreds of her leggings, rolling them up to her knee.

She hisses in pain while I examine her leg. There are several cuts driving along her skin. From what I can tell, they aren’t deep enough for stitches, but they do look as though they hurt like a bitch.

“I can’t tell how many cuts you have. I’ll need to clean your leg to clear it of the blood.” I lift my eyes to hers. “But I don’t think you need stitches.”

She pops a brow. “So, you’re a doctor now?”