Romeo The Mafia Casanova

Eden’s [POV]

We were standing in the same spot, and the irony wasn’t lost on me. Deep in the core of my being, I knew it wouldn’t matter.

That night would forever haunt me.

And possibly him.

I felt as though it was the least I could do was to try.

Allowing my touch to speak for itself.

In a matter of seconds, my kiss turned into something else entirely. Something we both wanted but had yet to make happen.

“Eden,” he rasped against my mouth. “What are you doing?” Feeling the urgency of my lips claiming his for the first time in, I didn’t know how long.

“Happy anniversary,” I simply stated in between kisses. Not wanting to stop the emotional havoc I was inflicting. “My gift to you… is me.”

“Eden…” he groaned in a husky tone.

“Take me to bed,” I demanded before I lost the nerve.

I didn’t have to tell him twice. He scooped me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me into our bedroom, where he laid me down on the bed, hovering his huge frame over mine.

Looking deep into my eyes, he breathed out, “I’ve missed you. Please tell me you know that?”

A sharp pain stabbed my chest where my heart used to be, the space he had once shared with his brother and then owned, only to forget again. “I think I do.”

He winced.

“It’s been a hard year. A rough few years.”

“I know, Eden.” Laying his forehead on top of mine, he asked, “Where did we go wrong?”

“I don’t know anymore.”

“I truly am sorry about that night.” He shook his head while I held onto the sides of his face.

“I don’t want to talk about that. Just make love to me.”

I let him go to sit up enough to take my dress off, throwing it onto the floor. Leaving me topless and exposed, wearing only my panties.

He’d seen me naked before, but right now, it felt like the first time all over again. I was so anxious lying there, waiting for him to do what he pleased with me. My heart sped up to an insanely rapid pace, threatening to erupt from my chest. Maybe it was the lost expression on his face or the fact that I was in his arms; it also could have been from knowing he was going to touch me, feel me, and see me for the first time in what felt like an eternity.

“I’ve always loved you, Eden,” he praised in a sincere tone, now standing above me at the edge of the bed. Pulling his shirt over his head, he revealed his hard, toned, muscular body.

His eyes shifted, taking in every last inch of my body. Getting a good look at me. Studying me. “Spread your legs for me, honey.”

I timidly obeyed, willing my already shaking legs to move.

To open.

For him.

Anxiously waited for what I knew was to come. He released a loud growl that escaped from the back of his throat, adding fuel to the flames already burning inside me.

Dragging us both with me.

Grabbing onto my thighs, he pulled me to the edge of the mattress. With one hand, he grabbed the back of my neck, keeping me close to his body. Exactly where he wanted me to be. I moaned when his lips crashed into mine, bucking my hips off the bed, and arching my back. Silently requesting him to keep going. He smiled against my mouth, pleased by my subtle request.

Willing to give me what he wanted, what I craved, and what I had been waiting for. Kissing me long and hard. My hands shook when I moved hastily to his belt, undoing it as fast as I could. Shifting my hands to unbutton his slacks next. Using my feet to help him slide them down, along with his boxers.

He caged me in with his arms around my face, gripping the back of my neck again, not wanting to lose our connection.

“I’ll always love you, Eden. No matter what, I’ll always love you.”

I closed my eyes, my mind and heart battling against each other. His hold tightened on my neck as he angled his dick into my opening with his other hand. Gently, he began to thrust inside of me, resting his forehead on mine, causing our mouths to part in sync from the feeling of becoming one.

He stopped when he was fully inside of me. My arms went around his neck as he slowly started to thrust in and out.

“Fuck… you feel good,” he groaned, thrusting harder. “Mine. You’re mine… do you understand me?”

I grimaced, but he didn’t see it, too caught up in the moment, in us. Everything he was saying was like hell on earth.

I had asked him to make love.

Not claim what was already his.

Tears welled.

My throat ached.

I would always and forever be merely a possession to him, and it felt like he was pointing the gun at me all over again.

You can do this, Eden. He’s your husband. You’re a family. Naz deserves a family.

I repeated it again and again in my head. Hoping, praying, begging it to be true.

That it would feel right.

Nothing about this felt that way.

Tristian grabbed my leg, angling it higher. He was much deeper this way, making me clench and tighten around his shaft, which earned me another loud, ravenous growl in return. He never once let up his hold, continuing to move at a hard and fast pace that had me weakening beneath him. Feeling every last inch of him moving in and out of me. His hitting my G-spot perfectly had me panting, moaning, screaming…

All at once.

I tried to push through the unease my mind was conjuring up. Struggling to push away the thoughts of someone who wasn’t there.

Someone I envisioned.

Pretended to be with.

At this moment, it was Tristian who was making love to me.

I didn’t dare say his name.

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His body was so wrapped up in me, we were tangled together on the black silk sheets. He kissed me deeply, headily; I knew he was savoring the new sensation of our skin-on-skin contact. I started to move my hips forward as he thrust in. Our bodies moved in time with one another, getting faster and harder with each second that passed.

It felt like I was on edge the whole time.

About to jump off a cliff.

Into my death.

Where I wouldn’t be with him, but with his brother instead.

I was trying to fuck Romeo out of my mind.

My heart.

My body and soul.

“Fuck,” Tristian growled, rotating his hips more demandingly.

I was close to losing it…

All of it.

My sanity.

My truths.

My future.

The past wanted me.

It all intertwined, mixing with the pleasure and the pain. I couldn’t take it anymore. In one swift motion, I let go.

“I’m coming…” I panted against his mouth.

Kissing me passionately, he sent me over the edge, and I took him right along with me. He hid his face in the crook of my neck, kissing my sweaty skin.

Making a single tear roll down the side of my face when I heard him repeat…

“Mine.