Page 12 of Unchained

I smirk, pressing him harder against the wall.

“Rome, the second I marry Gianna, I won’t be fucking anyone else except my wife. Not you. Not the girls from the bar. Until I’m divorced, I ain’t giving her a reason to defy me.”

He swallows, and I loosen my grip.

Fuck, he’s hot when he goes against me; it makes me want to shove him on his knees and fuck his mouth until he chokes on my cock.

That’s all it is. All it’s ever been with anyone. Sex. No strings. No anything. Just the mission of coming as hard and as fast with consensual adults that can submit to me and take the pain.

Romeo knows the deal. He needed a release, and I gave it to him.

“Fuck me, Colt.”

I almost snap. Almost. But instead I drop my hand and step back, remembering exactly who Romeo is. Enzo’s second-in-command.

And I can’t have him or anyone believing they have power over me.

Not my wife.

Not the guy I fuck when he’s in town.

Not the women who call me when they’re bored and want to be thrown around the room.

No one will stand in the way of me protecting my family.

“I meant what I said, Romeo. This can’t happen again.”

He runs his hand over his stubble. “Okay. Then your hand is going to be busy, because Gianna won’t fall for you. She isn’t the woman you’re going to ride off into the sunset with.”

I laugh. “I know that. Doesn’t mean I need her having ammunition over me.”

He nods. “You think I’d use it? When I came here because I want your huge cock in my ass? I’m not particularly thrilled about this; none of the guys in Chicago have a dick like yours.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m sure you’ll survive. It’s been what, five times?”

He grins. “Six.”

I’ve always been pretty fluid on who I sleep with. I’ve never had a girlfriend, or a boyfriend for that matter. I fuck whoever I have a connection with. Simple as that.

But when I picture my future, I envision a wife and kids.

Most of the time though, I’m with women. Nothing beats eating pussy first thing in the morning. Or the way their bodies shake when they fall apart, whimpering my name. But recently, I seem to be entangled with Romeo. He likes what I give him and our limits match.

I walk to the door and open it. “See you on Saturday.”

“Yeah. Good luck, big guy,” he says, slapping my back.

I shut the door and head back to the sofa, unbuckle my belt, and take my aching dick in my hand.

And again, for the seventh day in a row, I picture Gianna fucking Milano.

My rival. The woman I should despise as much as the dead fucking brother she buried.

But instead, I stroke my cock and picture her bent over my bed, legs spread, pulling her ass apart for me.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” I groan.

Fuck indeed.