เข้าสู่ระบบChapter 192: How Old Are You?ReeseI didn’t see Elizabeth for a few hours after Savannah and my brother left. Honestly, it was a relief. Yesterday morning I'd been so reckless and carried away that I nearly fucked her. Thank God I managed to stop myself. What was I even thinking? So I hid in the kitchen like a sensible adult man in survival mode, halfway through my bowl of cereal, when she finally walked in.She didn’t knock. Didn’t clear her throat. Didn’t glance around shyly like someone who’d almost had sex with a stranger in this very house a day ago.She just walked in—hair in a messy ponytail, glasses sliding down her nose, oversized shirt hanging dangerously off her shoulder—and asked one question. “Aren’t you going to say anything to me?”No greeting. No warm-up. Just a straight-up confrontation at ten in the morning.To be honest, I knew this moment was coming. Girls like her always do this thing—they treat a single makeout session like it’s fate. Suddenly we’re spirituall
Chapter 191: Explore The Bedroom Savannah I didn’t waste time once we had privacy. I shed my panties, letting it drop to the floor as l faced Roman, my fingers already working the buttons of my dress. The fabric parted, revealing the lace cups of my bra, my nipples already pebbled with anticipation.“You’re thinking too much. Let me help with that.” I murmured, my voice a sultry purr as I stepped closer, my hips swaying with deliberate seduction. Roman exhaled sharply, his dark eyes flickering over me with a hunger that had been simmering since we left the car. He didn’t argue. He never did when I gave him that look—the one that promised distraction, release, the kind of oblivion only I could give him.“Then distract me, my love.” He said, legs spread.Before he could react, I was in his lap, straddling him, my dress riding up my thighs. The heat of my pussy pressed against the stiff length of his cock through his trousers, the friction maddening. Roman groaned, his hands gripping
Chapter 190: Do Not Disturb Savannah I’ve always hated packing, so Roman doing it for our Italy trip feels like divine intervention. I swear someone up there took pity on me and sent me a man who’s good at literally everything I’m not. “You sure you’ve got everything you need?” Reese asks, leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded.I nod—even though we both know I wasn’t the one responsible for gathering anything. I’m already in the car with a bottle of water while Roman handles the luggage like the competent adult he is.Reese straightens when he sees me approaching. I stop right in front of him.“I haven’t properly thanked you for helping me with the tests,” I say softly. “That was very kind of you. So… thank you, Reese.”“Make me two sandwiches and we’re even,” he replies, pretending to be serious.I smile and give him a quick hug. He goes completely still, shocked, and before he can react, I rise on my toes and peck him on the cheek.He freezes. His whole body goes sti
Chapter 189: A Badass Team Roman Before now, there were certain conversations I used to avoid with Savannah—topics I tiptoed around, things I buried deep because I knew how ugly they could get once they reached her ears. I’d imagine her reaction, imagine the explosion, imagine the storm gathering in her eyes… and I’d decide it was better to just hold it all in.Savannah was many things, but predictable was not one of them. And angry Savannah? God help whoever summoned that version. She had fire, teeth, claws. She could tear a man’s sanity apart with nothing but her voice and her rage. So I kept things from her. Out of fear. Out of exhaustion. Out of self-preservation.But something’s changing. In her. In me. In us.Lately I’ve found myself telling her things I would’ve swallowed in the past. And she listens—quietly, fully, present. I don’t know if I’ve learned how to soften the blow and gently ease her into these topics… or if she’s finally learned how to keep her emotions containe
Chapter 188: Birthday GirlSavannah My sleep was interrupted by someone singing.“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, Savannah.”The sound was deep, low, and close enough that it tugged me from sleep like a gentle hand. My eyes fluttered open immediately. Roman was sitting cross-legged on his side of the bed, the faint morning light haloing his shoulders. In his hands was a medium sized heart-shaped cake, a single candle flickering weakly.I blinked, groggy and confused. “Oh, fuck. I’m thirty.” My palm hit my forehead. “I actually forgot it was today.”He smiled — that calm, teasing smile that made it impossible to be embarrassed around him. “Good thing I remembered, baby.”He extended the cake toward me. “Come on, my love. Blow the candle before the wax ruins my masterpiece.”My heart squeezed a little. I sat up, brushed my hair off my face, and leaned in. He held my hair back gently, his fingers brushing the nape of my neck.I closed my eyes, made a quick wish—please let this h
Chapter 187: On My TermsThird Person POV Reese’s breath came in sharp bursts, his dick twitching beneath her, pre-cum leaking through the towel. "You’re a fucking tease," he snarled, his hands sliding up to squeeze her breasts through the thin fabric. His thumbs found her nipples, rolling them between his fingers until she cried out, her back arching.The effect of that action was electric. Lizzie could have sworn she wasn't the one moaning so loud. But she didn’t stop. She rode him harder, her nails raking down his hard chest, her mouth finding his again in a messy, desperate kiss. His hands were everywhere—gripping her ass, squeezing her tits, his fingers pinching her nipples until she whimpered into his mouth, completely overwhelmed with blinding pleasure. With a growl, he flipped her onto her back, his body covering hers, his dick pressing heavily against her thigh. His lips never left hers as his hands yanked at the neckline of her nightgown, tugging it down until her breasts







