Page 66 of From Rome, With Hate

He tuts in disapproval before his mouth curls into a devious smirk as he wraps my ponytail around his hand again. He tugs on the end, pulling my head back until I’m staring into his lustful gaze. “Too many to count. On your knees.”

I swallow thickly and obey, falling to my knees and slipping my hands over the fronts of his thighs as I sit back on my heels.

I look up at him with doe eyes, my heart pounding with anticipation as he removes his T-shirt, and instantly, my eyes drop to the rose on his ribs.My rose.

My gaze dances across all his tattoos then—all the ones he’s gotten since the last time we were together like this. Heat pools in my belly at the sight of them all. I could stare at him forever. I’m starving for Rome. There’s no other meaning between what we’re doing right now, other than finally deciding to give into the one thing both of us want.

“Is this how you want me?” I ask, soft and innocent.

He drags his teeth over his bottom lip before sucking on it and reaching down to trace a finger along the length of my face. “You always did look pretty when you were on your knees sucking on my cock.”

I feign being offended. “Are you saying I only look pretty with your cock in my mouth?”

“Definitely not.” He smooths his hand over the top of my head, pushing my hair off my face. “Now, suck me like the good girl you are.”

I shoot him a glare but can’t deny the wetness pooling between my folds. My mouth is watering when I tug the waist of his gray sweats and boxer briefs. Fire lights in Rome’s eyes as I wrap my hand around his length. He’s just as thick and long as I remember.

I’m sweeping my tongue over my lips when I glance up from his cock to his face. The corner of his delicious mouth is curled with a knowing, satisfied grin as he grips the back of my head. I stick my tongue out and lick the bead of precum dripping from his tip.

“Oh, fuck, Lark.” He sighs, rolling his head back. Groaning, he digs his fingertips into the back of my head and drives himself deeper into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat.

I instinctively gag, but the sensation has both of us wanting to move faster. Moaning, I grip the front of his thighs, moving my head back and forth. Saliva drips from the corners of my mouth, making it easier for him to fuck my mouth.

“Shit.” He pants as I lap my tongue around his tip before pulling him back in. “Your mouth feels like Heaven.”

I suck, puckering my cheeks, watching the desire all over his face as he bites down on his bottom lip. I choke on his thickness but am determined to keep going. I want to watch him come undone. Seeing him react to me this way makes me need him even more.

My thighs beg to spread, wanting nothing more than to sink my fingers inside myself while he fucks my mouth. I slip a hand between my thighs, finding my clit over the thin fabric of my spandex shorts.

Rome notices my shift, a groan of disapproval climbing up his throat. “Oh, naughty girl.”

Pinning my eyes on his, I moan against his cock, knowing he’ll have no choice but to react. His mouth pops open as I use my free hand to wrap around his base. I grip onto him, shoving him deep into the back of my throat.

My fingers feather over my clit, my own wetness coating my fingertips. I mewl at the pleasure coursing through me.

“Fuck, no.” Rome growls. “You don’t get to come until I say you can.”

My heart jumps as he tears himself away from me, yanking his throbbing cock from my mouth. Saliva drips from the corners of my mouth. I’m a complete mess when Rome is lifting me up from the floor. I’m gasping for air, starving for it, as he steps out of his pants pooled around his feet and removes his shirt.

He grips the bottom of my tank. “Arms over your head.”

I obey, my clit swollen, throbbing, and aching for relief as Rome removes my tank. My breasts pop out from the bottom of the top, bouncing with his swift removal.

Placing one hand on my shoulder and the other on my waist, he spins me around. Exhilaration courses through me as he drags an agonizing finger across the curve of my ass. “I swear you wear these just to torture me.”

“Not everything is about you,” I utter on a heated breath, fighting the urge to sink my fingers inside me for relief. I feel his gaze on my back, searing my skin.

“Everything you do is always about me.” He stops drawing an invisible line along the curve of my ass cheek to remove my spandex shorts at a torturously slow pace. I can feel his hungry gaze devouring me, inch by inch, behind me.

“You denied me an orgasm,” I bite back, frustrated.

“Beg me for it, Lark.”

“Rome…” I’m weak. “Please.”

“Bend forward.”

Liquid heat pumps through my veins, and my heart races. Standing, he smooths his hand down the center of my back, forcing me forward. Wide-eyed, I follow his lead, gripping the edge of the opposite side of the tub. I hang my head between my shoulders, staring at the water below me.