~Viviana~
Roman’s calculated movement turned ravenous in the blink of an eye. I gasped loudly as he kneaded my breast, one hand sliding down my front, cupping my sex over the fabric of my satin shorts.
I jerked backward when he landed smack on my mound, eyes wide and gasping for air.
Roman groaned. My movement resulted in my ass pressed against his solid bulge. His lips ghosted my ears as he asked, “Was it too much?”
My mouth was suddenly parched, finding it hard to produce any word, so I shook my head in response. Neil and I had done spanking a few times. All of it was out of his need to control the sexual part of our relationship, but I didn’t like any part of it. I felt abused and used every time he’d slap my behind, but with Roman&hellip
~Roman~I don’t know how much more convincing Viviana needed to believe my words. If only she knew, she’s the first woman who ever affected me the way she does. If only she can read my thoughts, these doubts in her head will surely evaporate into thin air.Biting a smile down, her stormy eyes met mine. “Really?”I nodded, keeping the stirring on my lower region under control. In this position, the heat radiating from her was directly above my raging hard-on. It would a bitch to take a cold shower after the moment we had in the kitchen, but if that would prove my point, then so be it.I’ve taken a hundred cold showers with just the thought of her, anyway. At least I’ll still be sleeping beside her tonight, that is, if she doesn’t
~Viviana~Sometime in my sweet slumber, I woke up with the need of relieving my bladder. Still half asleep, I admired Roman’s body while he was lying on his back. The soft light of the night sipped through the open windows gleamed his immaculate body.Unlike him, I’m not that confident in my skin. Even alone, I always sleep with clothes on. Seeing our discarded clothes on the floor, I picked everything up and chose to wear Roman’s shirt over my panties. While I was setting his clothes above his bag, I felt something on the bottom of his duffle bag when I moved it further in the middle of the table.Fully awake now, I pressed my hand under the bag, biting my lip as I hesitated about what to do.Since mom and I were always alone, Dad made sure that I knew
~Viviana~Seated facing one another, we occupied a corner booth of Sweet Bits. Magdalenas, Ensaïmada de Mallorca, Bocadillo de queso, Empanadas, and my all-time favorite, Churros, were served on our table paired with iced mocha for me and black coffee for Roman.A few customers were eyeing the displayed treats by the counter while Juan helped Maya, who shooed me away when I tried to lend a hand.“Do you always carry a gun with you?” I asked, grabbing one empanada, taking a bite. My voice was low enough so that only Roman could hear me.Due to his height and long legs, his knee kept brushing against mine. It doesn’t matter where we are. As long as I’m with him, his presence seems to make every room look smaller.
~Roman~Lena’s words linger in my head like a virus waiting for my defenses to weaken and attack me right when I’m unprepared.This led me to show Viviana my gun; it was a test of her open-mindedness on how she would react knowing I own one.And again, she surprised me with her knowledge about guns. That was something Nico didn’t have in her background, and so was the fact that her father taught her how to use them and more.Although the risk of her keeping me at arm’s length was high, I was willing to take chances instead of leaving her in the dark. So I ended up giving her a hint about the Outlaws. It seems only fair to her to know everything about me. The life I have as the leader of a vigilante group; the danger of fighting off the criminals o
~Roman~The last time I saw Romero was on his wedding day. I went with Abuela and on behalf of Abuelo José. I still remember that day perfectly in my head. The most beautiful woman of her generation, Isabelle Santillan, wore a mourning face on her wedding day. That’s how much she detested to wed this man.I wonder what happened to her. The last news I heard of her was that she moved to London the day after her wedding. This man is known for being a womanizer. I’m no saint, but this man is ten times worse.“Mayor,” I kept my voice leveled, “how have you been?”His midnight black eyes bored holes into mine while he flashed me his politician’s practiced smile, the kind that fooled the people of Las Mencía. “I&rsq
~Roman~Detective Gutierrez rescheduled the meeting in two weeks, not hinting why he’s playing hard to get. Seven days after our canceled meeting in the port, the irking feeling that something was up with the old man manifested itself.He was found dead inside his car on the side of the road headed home from his duty—gunshot wound on the head, clean shot, no evidence that the culprit used force on him.From where I stood on the police line, I could tell that he knew the killer. The driver’s door was open, one foot touching the ground as though he was in the act of stepping out of his car. One hand remained gripping the steering wheel, his head flung to the side, a bullet hole present on his temple, piercing through and through, creating a large exit wound.
~Viviana~No one knows what the future brings. It’s the permanent uncertainty in this life. One minute we’re happy, and the next, my blood is drenched in the blood of someone I love.But I allowed myself to believe what Roman said even if I knew how foolish that might be. If I had known that this is what my future with him would be, I would’ve done my hardest to stay away from him. Keyword: would’ve.Although I know, I will always end up in his arms either way. I’m a sucker for him, and my mind just turns into a pile of goo around him.In his sleep, Roman is an exquisite view. I want to wake up admiring him every day.Full lips slightly parted, illegally long lashes grazed his cheekbone, and his
~Viviana~ “The fuck,” I whispered in disbelief. That guy is taking things too far. “I slapped him, of course, but still. Dios mío, I can’t imagine what Mateo will do.” “Oh,” I knew things were going well with her and Mateo, and I hoped he would teach Camilo a lesson, but I’m certain that Mateo will end up wringing Camilo’s neck if he learns about this. “God, you’re shaking. I think you should go home,” I suggested, seeing that she was in no shape to work anymore. “We’re already short on staff,” she shook her head. “I’ll tell David what Camilo did to you. He’ll understand.” ~~ Like I