His Juliet: An Age Gap Hurt Comfort Mafia Romance (Empire of Royals Book 2)

“Hold down this button to pick up items by running into them. If you get shells, you can keep them for protection or throw them at someone. I think that’s it. You’ll figure it out as we go.”

Yoshi bopped in his car on my screen while Baby Peach shouted things on Romeo’s.

Yes. Baby Peach.

“Here we go!”

The countdown started on my screen, and I fumbled with the controller. I’d never had access to video games growing up—one of my foster families had had a PlayStation, but I’d never been allowed to use it.

The race started, but my car stalled out, leaving me stuck at the starting line.

“What happened?” I shouted, pressing the button again. My car finally started moving. “Everyone’s ahead of me.” My lip involuntarily jutted out in a pout as my competitive streak took hold.

“I’ll destroy them for you,” Romeo said.

I glanced over at him, startled at the intensity in his voice.

“Keep your eyes on the screen, baby. You gotta hunt them down.”

I couldn’t stop myself from smiling as I navigated Moo Moo Meadows.

“No! I hit a cow!” I shouted as I turned my controller to steer away.

“Take that!” Romeo shouted as he shot turtle shells at everyone around him. “You’re almost there.” He nudged my shoulder. “Go, go, go!”

I let out a squeal as the finish line came into sight. I dodged one last cow and narrowly beat Princess Peach to come in eleventh place.

Romeo grinned. “You’ll get the hang of it. Let’s try another track.”

Two hours later, I jumped up from the loveseat, my arms raised in victory. “Take that! I have defeated you for all time!”

Romeo cheered as he stood and snagged me around the waist, spinning me around the tiny room. “You did it. Incredible. I’ve never seen such prowess, such natural Mario Kart talent.”

I snorted. He was so full of it. The only reason I’d won was because he had sabotaged my competition, but I didn’t care. This was the best Christmas I could remember.

Romeo stopped spinning and slowly lowered me to the floor, but he kept his arms firmly around my waist. My breath hitched as I met his heated gaze, every nerve end electrified by his closeness. I tilted my face up and then his lips were on mine. This kiss was even more intense and possessive than the one we’d shared in the store. His hands cradled my jaw, his fingers twisting in my hair.

“Fuck, Juliet. You’re so pretty. So perfect.”

The press of his lips prevented me from arguing with him. I was so far from perfect, but in his arms, I almost believed him.

His hands roamed down my body until he cupped my ass, grinding his hard cock against my core. He broke off our kiss with a swear and then sat down on the loveseat, guiding me down so I was straddling him.

“That’s it, stellina. Grind that hot little pussy against my cock.”

My cheeks flamed red. Holy shit, that was next-level dirty talk. I had no idea what I was doing, but I moved my hips out of a desperate desire to please him.

“You’re doing so well. Use me. Do whatever makes you feel good.”

That was a dangerous offer. Did he not understand how obsessed I was with him? How much I’d fantasized about this moment?

I clutched at his shoulders for leverage as I tried to build a rhythm. Even through our clothes, the pressure on my clit sent sparks of pleasure through me.

“Romeo,” I gasped.

“My Juliet.”

Our eyes were locked on each other, and I built up the courage to run my fingers through his hair. It was so soft. He leaned into my touch and kissed my palm.

His fingers dug into my hips and then one hand pushed under my shirt, running up my back.

I shivered.

“Do you want to go further?”

I nodded. I’d been thinking about this, fantasizing about this. I wanted to erase all the bad memories and replace them with Romeo.

He tightened his hold. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I want more,” I breathed.

“Good girl. If we’re going to keep going, though, I’m going to need us to turn off the TV because I am not fucking you to the Mario Kart soundtrack.”

Laughter burst out of me and he joined in, pulling me flush with his chest as we both shook.

“It would be memorable,” I said.

“As if I could ever forget this.”

His tone was so sincere it took my breath away. Before I could say anything, he gripped the back of my thighs and stood from the couch, making me squeal.

“Put me down,” I cried, my arms and legs tightening around him.

“Nah, I don’t think so. I like having you like this.” He jiggled me in his arms, which just made my pussy grow wetter as it rubbed against his cock.

Romeo put his muscular arms to use when he somehow bent down and grabbed the TV remote. I let out another squeak, clutching at his body, convinced he was going to drop me. But I stayed securely in his arms as he turned off the TV before walking the three steps to my bed.

He sat down with me straddling him.

Romeo was on my bed. The teeny tiny bed I’d gotten from some foster kid charity. I couldn’t understand how this man was here, how his world and mine could possibly collide, but here he was. Looking at me like I was something special.

“You’re so beautiful.” His fingers tugged at the bottom of my sweatshirt and pulled it off, leaving me in my black tank top. He smirked, his hand immediately cupping my breast. “Fuck, I knew you weren’t wearing a bra. You’re so sexy.”

He tugged at the bottom of my tank top, and I lifted my arms. It wasn’t like he didn’t know what my body looked like, but sitting here, all my rolls exposed, made me want to run and hide. But then I saw the heated look in his eyes, felt the reverent, desperate way his hands ran up and down my sides. He groaned and leaned forward, capturing my nipple in his mouth and sucking hard. I arched into him with a little cry.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Let go.”

He took my other nipple in his mouth, gently nipping it. The pain went straight to my clit and I resumed grinding against him, desperately wishing we didn’t have layers of clothes between us. My shy hands reached under his shirt. He helped me pull it off, revealing a golden, muscular chest. My breasts pressed against his bare skin, the heat of him sending shivers through me and hardening my nipples.

His lips moved up my body until he was cradling my head and kissing my lips. He was so warm, such a contrast to the cold draft seeping through my windows.

I let out an involuntary moan as he moved us, flipping me on my back. His hands were at my waistband and I froze, knowing the mess of scars he would find if he continued.

“Wait.”

Romeo stopped immediately, his hands going to my hips and squeezing.

“Can we…” I cleared my throat, trying to find my words. “Can you turn the lights off?”noveldrama

His hands flexed against my skin and he moved over me so his face was level with mine.

“I want to see you.” His voice was intense, and for the first time in a long time, maybe I wanted to be seen. But the risk was too great right now. If he saw my scars, would he be disgusted?

“Please,” I whispered.

His jaw ticked. “If that’s what you need. But next time, I want to see you.” His expression was stern, and I nodded. A thrill of anxiety and excitement ran through me—anxiety at the idea of Romeo seeing me fully and excitement that he had said next time.

The room was bathed in darkness as he turned the lights off and returned to the bed. This was better, safer, but I regretted not being able to see him anymore. The faint moonlight through the window backlit his large frame. He dragged my sweatpants down and ran his hands up my bare skin until he got to my panties. He pressed his face against them, breathing in with a groan.

“You smell so fucking good.” His words dispelled any of my anxiety about having his face there, and I whimpered as I grew even wetter.

He placed hot kisses up and down the inside of my thighs until I was begging for more.

“That’s my girl. So greedy for my touch.”

He didn’t hesitate to pull my underwear down, leaving me bare. I breathed in sharply, my heart pounding at being so exposed. A thread of panic worked through my chest and I forced myself to keep my breathing even. But then he reached up, smoothing his hand down my body, and my tension released.

This was Romeo.

I had no idea what our relationship was to him, but he was kind and seemed like he really cared about me. He was safe. I wanted this.

His soft, wet tongue dragged up my pussy, and I gasped at the sensation. I’d never experienced this before and fuck had I been missing out. Although deep down I knew the reason it was so good was because it was Romeo.

“So fucking sweet,” he groaned.

I whimpered as he continued, his tongue circling my clit and building my pleasure.

“Romeo,” I almost shouted as his thick finger entered me.

He swore. “I love hearing you scream my name.” He dove in again, this time sucking my clit as he thrust his finger in and out. I tensed a little as he put another finger at my entrance, but a wave of pleasure from my clit helped me relax as he eased the second finger inside me.

He felt so good and the waves of pleasure were building, but I couldn’t quite get myself to come. Even when I used my vibrator, it could take me a long time.

“Sorry,” I said after a few more minutes.

Romeo pulled his lips away with a disgruntled noise. “Sorry? For what?”

“For taking so long. You don’t have to, umm, keep going if you’re…” I trailed off.

“If I’m what?”

“Bored,” I blurted out.

I stiffened as he moved up my body. Even though I’d said he could stop, I felt a stab of disappointment that he wanted to.

His face hovered over mine, cloaked in darkness.

“I need you to listen to me, Juliet. The day I get bored eating your sweet pussy… well, you can shoot me in the head.”

“What?” I wheezed.

He chuckled. “What I mean is that it’s never going to happen, angel. I don’t care if it takes all fucking night. I will get an orgasm from you.” He dragged his nose down the side of my face. “Multiple orgasms.”

I started to argue, but he cut me off with a kiss. I could taste myself on his lips and I liked it. His reassurance washed through me, easing the uncomfortable tension in my chest.

“Now, you’re distracting me from my treat, so unless you have any real objections, I’m going to keep going.”

My fingers brushed against the stubble on his face. “No objections.”

He kissed me again. “That’s my good girl.”

This time, when he started licking me again, I let myself relax into it. My eyes fluttered closed. Romeo was everywhere—his hand squeezing my hip, his breath caressing my sex, his fingers inside me.

My pleasure built into a wave. Romeo forced my legs wider and I whimpered at how he took control, moving me where he wanted me. His firm hand moved up my body until he was squeezing my breast. When he pinched my nipple and sucked on my clit at the same time, I came. The suddenness of it took my breath away. Involuntary whimpers slipped through my lips as the orgasm went on for longer than any I’d experienced. When I was absolutely boneless against the mattress, Romeo slipped his fingers out of me and gave me one last lick.

“You did so well, pretty girl. Look how you fell apart for me.”

He pulled me into his arms, his hand running up and down my back like he knew I needed closeness and reassurance.

My first orgasm at someone else’s hands—not that he knew that. I didn’t want to put him off with how inexperienced I was, so I just clung to him tighter, wishing I could crawl inside his body so we could be even closer. His thick arms held me fast, shielding me from the world.

“Thank you,” I whispered. It felt silly to say, but I was brimming with gratitude at him—for being here, for saving me from my loneliness, for caring about my pleasure.

“Oh, Juliet. You never have to thank me for that. In fact, you should demand it like the queen you are.”

I pressed my smile against his throat. “Stop being ridiculous.”

He rolled on top of me. “I’m dead serious. I am at your mercy.” The weight of his body pressed mine into the mattress, making me tremble. I couldn’t stop myself from arching against him. I was probably leaving a wet spot on his pants, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to take them off.

“Completely and utterly at your mercy,” he groaned, pressing his hard cock against me.

“Then take these off.” My words came out less like a command and more like a timid suggestion, but Romeo responded by kissing me deeply.

“Your wish is my command.”

When he settled back over me, it was his turn to leave a wet patch as he leaked precum on my stomach. Now I wished the lights were on so I could see him naked. Overcome by curiosity, I couldn’t stop myself from snaking my hand between us, my fingers circling his hard cock. Or barely circling because he was huge, much bigger than the vibrator I used. I ran my hand up and down the smooth, warm skin.

“Fuck, baby. Just like that.” Romeo thrust into my hand and my fingers brushed against something hard at the head of his cock. I froze. I was pretty sure I didn’t imagine it.

“Umm…”

He laughed. “Go ahead, feel it.”

I moved my hand until my fingers brushed against two small metal balls. “You’re pierced?” I squeaked.

“Mmm.” He ran his lips down the side of my face. “I promise it will feel good.”

“I’m not sure you’re even going to fit.”

“Oh Juliet, don’t you know by now? You were made for me.”

I was putty in his hands as the head of his cock teased my entrance. I expected him to press in, but instead he froze above me and swore. “Shit, I don’t have a condom.”

I blinked. Right, I should have been thinking about that. “I don’t either.”

“Are you on birth control?”

“I have an IUD.”

“I’ve tested negative for everything. I’ve always used a condom.”

The responsible thing would be to stop and wait until we had protection, but I felt like I would die if he wasn’t inside me in the next thirty seconds.

“Okay,” I said.

“Okay?”

“I want you inside me.”

He groaned and I felt a stretch at my entrance as he pushed in the first inch. Romeo brushed his fingers through my hair as my muscles clenched. “Shh, there’s nothing to be worried about.” His thumb pressed against my clit. “You’re drenched for me. I’m going to slide into your needy little pussy, fill you up. I’m going to make you come so hard.”

He kept playing with me, fingers brushing against my clit, until my muscles released.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl. You’re doing so well for me.”

He pressed in another inch and his lips were against mine, swallowing my whine.

“You feel so fucking good.” His hips flexed, pressing in further. Every movement made tiny bolts of pain and pleasure shoot through me. I already felt so full I wasn’t sure how I was going to fit more.

His nose ran down my cheek and he kissed a line down my jaw. “Doing okay?” His voice and muscles were wound tight, like it was taking an enormous effort for him to hold back.

“I’m so full already,” I gasped.

His low chuckle vibrated through me. “You’re good for the ego.” His hand cradled my hip, pushing my leg higher and opening me up more. With a final, firm thrust, he fully seated himself inside me.

I cried out, a bolt of pain joining the pleasure at the stretch. I lay there, breathing hard, until I realized Romeo was murmuring praise. His face was pressed against mine, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I’m sorry, pretty girl. You’re okay. You’re doing so well. You took me all the way inside you like such a good girl.”

I waited for the panic, for my body to interpret these sensations as a violation, but it never came. I wrapped my arms around Romeo and pressed my face to his neck, breathing him in. Somehow, my body knew I was safe with him.

“Is this your first time?” he murmured.

I kept my face where it was, refusing to meet his gaze. “No.”

“Okay, baby.” He kissed my cheek. “Just relax and let me make you feel good.” He pulled almost all the way out and then thrust back in.

This time, it was all pleasure and I couldn’t hold in my cry. “Oh my god.” I clutched his shoulders as he continued his firm thrusts, his hand keeping pressure on my clit the entire time. His piercing sent bolts of pleasure through me, and I let out a loud moan. My hand flew to my mouth, covering it as embarrassment turned my cheeks bright red.

Never in a million years did I think I would be loud during sex. Me, the person who tried to shrink herself down to take up as little space as possible. But Romeo was wringing loud moans from me, making me understand the noises I often heard through the paper thin apartment walls.

“No,” he said, moving my hand away. “I want to hear it all. Each one of those sounds belongs to me.”

He hit a spot inside me that made me cry out again. “Someone will hear,” I panted.

“Good. Then they’ll know you’re all mine.”

Did he mean for just tonight or something more?

I realized how deep in this I was. Every text and late-night call had wound a tight golden web around me, tying me to this man I would do anything for.

Anything for more of this feeling.

Of being cared for.

It almost felt like being loved, and I’d forgotten what that was like.

“Fuck, Juliet. You need to come, angel. I’m not going to be able to hold off much longer.”

My skin was electrified, the brush of his skin against mine too much and not enough at the same time. “I can’t,” I cried out. I’d never come twice in a row.

“You fucking can.” He nipped my lip and his cock pressed in even deeper than I’d thought possible. “Give me another one, pretty girl.”

His deft fingers circled my clit. My legs shook and bolts of pleasure like lightning shot through my stomach until I came, the orgasm stealing my breath. Moments later, Romeo let out a moan, his body stiffening above mine. He buried his face in my hair, our ragged breaths the only sound filling the room.

I curled my arms and legs around him, not wanting any distance between us. My chest swirled with waves of emotion, and I fought back tears of overwhelm.

Romeo rolled us so I was on top of him, his softening cock still impossibly large inside me. I went to move off of him, but his hands clamped down on my thighs.

“Please let me hold you here, just for a few minutes.”

An undercurrent of anxiety and restlessness ran through my body, but I pushed it aside, desperate to enjoy this moment. I snuggled back into his chest, melting into him as his fingers made little soothing circles on my thighs and butt.