forth while I crudely tore the bottom of her dress up her thighs.
My hand went to her throat and the other on her hip, gripping hard. Applying ample pressure to both. Wanting to mark her body the only way I could. In one hard thrust, I was deep inside of her.
“Fuck,” I groaned loudly against her parted lips as she hissed into mine. Crying out but not saying a word.
I dug my fingers into her hip bones, thrusting harder with more determination. There was nothing sweet about what we were doing.
It was primal.
Heady.
Angry fucking.
With every thrust inside her, the mass of my body movement inched her a little higher. Savoring the feel of my mouth claiming hers, her pussy throbbing against my shaft, and her G-spot pulsating along the head of my cock. Over and over again.
“I’m going to come,” she panted as I quickly pulled out only long enough to turn her to face me; our eyes locking as I drove in and out of her a few more times. I abruptly pulled away, needing to look into her eyes.
Spiraling out of control in a frenzy from the feel of our mouths and bodies colliding. Coming together for the first time. She could feel it as much as I could. It was lingering in both of our chaos.
Each thrust.
Every moan.
All of it.
I carried her up by her ass, making her straddle my waist before I fucked her up against the wall. A picture crashed to the floor and shattered. Her heart was beating as fast as mine. I kissed her passionately with everything left inside of me. Needing her to understand how much I loved her and hated that I had to let her go.
“Ah! I’m going to come…”
Desperately and deliberately, I wanted to literally fuck her out of the depths of my soul.
“Open your eyes. Look at me,” I demanded.
“No.”
I mercilessly pounded into her, harder and faster. My balls drenched from her wetness. The slapping sound of our skin-on-skin contact echoed in the suite.
“This what you wanted, Eden? Me to fuck you? Huh? Answer me!” I seethed, slapping her ass.
“I’m going to come…”
“Open your eyes while you come on my cock.”
“No.”
“For fuck’s sake. Look at me!”
She closed her eyes tighter.
“Eden, look at me.”
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t say goodbye to you.”
I slammed into her, using her hips as leverage. Making her keep up with my vigorous pace. Never once letting up on my ruthless thrusts.
“You’re going to have to, baby. This ends tonight. Now, look at me.”
“Romeo, I’m going to come…” she breathlessly panted, fighting back my truths and tears. She cried out, squeezing her thighs with her release. Clamping down on my dick.
A growl escaped from deep within my chest, taking me right along with her. Our bodies went lax. Our thoughts running marathons, mimicking our fuck session that happened out of pure anger and desperation to feel some sort of connection.
Both of us fully aware this truly was the end of our torrid love affair.
I reveled in the brief feeling of her in my arms, knowing I fucked up. I shouldn’t have come here. I shouldn’t have kissed her. I shouldn’t have taken her like she was mine to begin with. She was my brother’s, and I would forever remember this moment for the rest of my life. This was where I really let her go.
“Red, please look at me.”
She slowly lifted her gaze.
Tears already swelling her big blue eyes.
I needed to kill her in order to live without her.
So I said the very thing I knew would do exactly that. I lied. “I don’t really love you. I only came here to fuck you.”
She froze, and I stared profoundly into her solemn gaze.
Finally ending us once and for all, I hurt her for the last time…
“Now go marry my brother.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
“Your enemies always get strong on what you leave behind.” —Michael Corleone
Eden
Now
I remembered nothing about the limo ride back to the house—our house. The one that Tristian purchased right after our wedding.
A gift, he’d said.
For his perfect wife.
I’d kissed him then, purifying my lips with his, expelling the lies of the week before when I took my vows in front of God and Family.
Romeo reached for my hand again, helping me out of the limo. I took it out of necessity, out of fear that I would collapse again, and I refused to let my son see weakness when he needed me to be his strength.
Already the house was crawling with associates, family members, policemen, politicians;