INDY Rome was a force of nature. Each thrust was a bruising declaration, a hundredth, a thousandth time, driving me deeper into the plush mattress. The headboard hammered softly against the wall. My fingers dug into his shoulders, leaving red marks, but he didn’t seem to mind. “Mmm-hmm,” I hummed, as a final, shuddering gasp tore from his throat. He emptied himself inside the condom, a warm, pulsing gush that made my muscles clench around him. Then, with a heavy groan, he collapsed, his full weight pinning me to the bed, his breath ragged against my neck.The room was quiet afterward.Whatever the drug had done to my senses was gone now, leaving behind only exhaustion and a hollow ache that had nothing to do with physical fatigue.Rome lay beside me, breathing evenly.For a moment, I just watched him.I turned onto my side, propping my head on my hand, studying his face to memorize it. “Do you know that everyone is plotting against you?” I whispered, even though he couldn’t hear
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