~Viviana~
I knew this was supposed to happen, but in my defence, he gave me two mind-wrecking orgasms. My mind was in haze and counting to five seemed like a task for a genius.
Still dazed, I pushed myself up from lying on my back, and kneeled in front of Roman, mimicking his position. I trapped his face with my hand, kissing him squarely, urging him to part his lips for me with my tongue. He did, groaning as I pushed my tongue inside his mouth, tangled with his in a bliss-filled dance.
I let go of his face, at the same time I pulled away from his lips, trailing open-mouthed kisses down his neck. He held me firmly by my waist, a guttural sound vibrated from him. I scraped my teeth on his collarbone, his nails digging into my skin.
His hand glided up to my hair, tugging u
~Viviana~After a steamy good morning from Roman, we ate breakfast, and he asked me if I was willing to meet his friends. To say that we are taking this fling to a new height would be an understatement. We are skipping too many steps, and it’s making me feel giddy inside.I like Roman; that is the underlying foundation of why I am here with him.I had to agree; of course, curiosity and excitement piqued within me at the thought of meeting his friends. But I was also scared of what kind of acceptance I would get from them.While I was getting ready, that brunette crossed my mind. Celestina was in the same circle he was navigating with his entire life; I just hoped I wouldn’t cross paths with her. My weekend is going just fine without her input in it.
~Viviana~A rusty knife could slice through the thick silence hovering inside Roman’s car through the drive back to his place.He was deep in his thoughts since he came back inside the pub alone with a formidable look on his face. Apart from asking me if I’d like to go back to his villa, he said nothing else.It was strange. We drive to the pub in a different situation than what we have right now. It’s like I am with a different person. Whatever discussion he had with Lena clearly affected his mood.I was itching to ask him what happened, what they talked about. I was damn curious, but I knew it was not my place to inquire about anything. It’s not his job to tell me things, either. The weight of the words I’ve spoken to Nico, Mateo, and Sylv
~Roman~When I invited Viviana out in the morning, I had a great itinerary planned for us. Taking her to Sylvia’s pub to meet the guys was not part of it, though, but I cannot just ditch the party they prepared for me. The Outlaws version of a party. Usually, we’d celebrate differently. Flooding booze, girls willing to be taken home, pot and weed, all kinds of gambling where the stakes are as high as Mount Everest.Before the crack of dawn, Nico informed me that the Outlaws didn’t want to take no for an answer, which earned him an earful of speech. I didn’t want to disappoint them. In the family, a birthday is as sacred as an initiation rite.The Outlaws are a group of bulky, tattooed guys, and you’ll think they’re as tough as fucking stone, but they wouldn’t let a birthday
~Roman~ Through the drive back to her place on Monday morning, I couldn’t let Viviana go. There is an unsettling feeling inside me like I’m a kid having separation anxiety. “Roman,” Viviana groaned, squirming from my lap. I haven’t had a wink of sleep, but it felt as though I had a boost from litters of caffeine. My entire body is wide awake, every sense is working in hyper-drive as I hold her tight, nuzzling my nose on the base of her neck. For some reason, she smells so good there. Just right down the slope where her shoulder meets her neck. I pressed my lips on her pulse, memorizing the titter tatter of her heartbeat against my skin. “You’re already late for work,” she mumbled, spearing her fingers through my hair.
~Roman~“I’ll ask again, Andrya,” I said, removing the necktie - which Viviana happily chose for me - and suit jacket, draping it languidly on the wooden chair pushed on one corner of the cell. “What are you doing here in Las Mencía?”Warden and Mateo, together with a few recruits patrolling the skirts of Guadalquivir, found Andrya slipping into a yacht in the middle of the night. He was alone. The boatman, who was also captured by my men, knew nothing about this man except that he paid in cash. All he gave us is that Andrya is a tourist who wanted some alone time cruise.The boat man’s story checks out but we need to make sure he keeps his mouth shut after seeing the real face of the Outlaws MC. Words of witnessing how Andrya injured two recruits while aiming to escape are
~Roman~ I stood up, grabbing the leather jacket and duffle bag I always had with me in my car. “All the more she needs to learn her place. I’m with Viviana and if that will hinder her from fulfilling her obligations to the family, then we should cut her loose.” Detesting Lena for being unprofessional was out of the question. That line became blurry the moment I slept with her. There’s nothing I can do about that now. I am aware of how important Lena is to the family. She had done so much for us, and she had a particular set of skills that most of us couldn’t do. Being a seductress, she gets information none of us could get. That woman is made to seduce a man, and she’s fucking doing an exceptional job at that. Only, she also used those skills on me. “Did Viviana actu
~Roman~Since Detective Gutierrez was in charge of the murder case, he wasn’t able to leave the crime scene immediately. I was pacing back and forth in my office at the Outlaws Tavern, unsettled by what I learned from the crime scene.Mateo was with the crew, patrolling the skirts of town, while Nico was finishing his work with Andrya’s phone. There was this unsettling stir in my guts that tells me Victoria’s death is connected to Andrya’s appearance.“We don’t know if this is even true, Roman,” Nico said, reaching for the cup of coffee beside his computer. “Would you please calm the fuck down?”It had been years, and this town was free from the claws of the mafia. Last I checked, the Galician clans were still operati
~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