~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
~Viviana~ Our wedding passed by like bliss. I hardly paid attention to everything that we rehearsed, the vow I’ve written, the food we’ve taken time to choose, and the toast by Nico and Tina for Roman and me. Everything was perfect, I’m sure, because now I’m wearing my wedding ring and have Roman’s name. All I wanted to do was get Roman alone. If it was up to me, I would invite him to miss out on our own reception and act as though we’re eloping teenagers, get away with him. But I can’t do that. Nana Teresa was here, and she’d kill us if we did - literally. My mom, who walked me down the aisle and handed my hand to Roman with teary eyes, might understand our eagerness to be alone, but that won’t stop her from chastising us. We cannot just abandon our friends who witn
~Roman~ It’s funny how time flies by when it felt like yesterday; I was naked, kneeling down on one knee, pleading for Viviana to accept me and be my wife. Three months have gone by since then. In our villa’s guest room in Las Mencía, I studied the reflection of the man staring back at me in the full-body mirror. A perfectly pressed Prussian-blue suit clung to his body with crisp white dress shirt underneath and a tie with light blue and silver patterns clinging to the collar. A boutonniere of white orchids and lavenders attached to his lapel, a miniature version of his wife’s bridal bouquet. What he wore looks expensive, a magazine-worthy attire, but that isn’t what he wanted to freeze at this moment. It’s the happiness
~Viviana~ It was no surprise that everyone was already out of the villa when Roman and I stepped out of our room. No wonder they put me far from everyone’s room. I don’t know if I should be thankful to my friends for torturing me. They knew how much I missed Roman and still kept this a secret from me. Anyway, what matters is Roman is here. I won’t feel rueful to have fun while he’s still working. “You should’ve told me.” I nudged his shoulder as we walked down the stone path leading to the beach. We were both sporting casual beachwear. Topping our swimwear with white tanks, khaki shorts, and flip-flops. Sunglasses protect our eyes, but our smiles mirror one another. Roman had his hair tied in a low ponytail while mine was in a high ponytail.
~Viviana~Saturday morning, Penny practically knocked down my door and strutted into my room. I lay on my front, covering my head with a pillow, when she tried to wake me up. When I kept on refusing to get out of bed, Penny dropped her voluptuous blond ass on my back.“Get off!” I groaned, wiggling from under her, but she shifted and draped her entire frame over me like there was no human being under her.“It smells like shit in here,” she murmured, lying eagle spread above me, her front pressed on my back. “No wonder Roman isn’t eager to go home to you.”“Shut up,” I groaned, voice muffled by the mattress as Penny made herself comfortable.It has been six agonizing days s
~Roman~Three days. That’s how long I’ve been away from Viviana, and I was already losing my cool. Turns out, Rio didn’t only make a mess at the Phantom’s pub, but he also messed up a business deal Red was trying to close that night.No wonder Red was damned pissed he didn’t even want to answer my calls. I had to get to the bottom of the situation before seeing him personally. We might be friends, but just like me, he also answers to the people he’s working with.“What do you want?” Was Red’s warm welcome to me, a scowl etched on his face.He kept the door of his Malibu mansion wide open. I took it as an offer to come in. If this was any other guy, I wouldn’t walk through the angry lion’s den. But Red and
~Viviana~Sometimes, knowing the truth doesn’t truly set us free. Sometimes, knowing pulls us back into a limbo of twisted emotions from which we are trying to run away.Mathew told me another piece of the past dad hadn’t written in his journal.Did dad know I would cross paths with Rio? Did he anticipate I would try to kill him? Maybe he expected me to seek justice for his death and find Rio, kill him. Did he purposely withhold the truth to save me from the pain brought by the knowing?Rio didn’t choose his mother over my father. He tried to save them both, but dad knew Summit would find a way for Rio to suffer. He knew his end was about to come in the hands of his student, no less.Did he also tell Rio not
~Viviana~One could hardly tell Rio and Roman’s relationship based on their looks. Roman had electric blue eyes while Rio had smoke-gray hues. Roman had sharp jaws, high cheekbones, while Rio had soft-edged jaws and delicate-looking cheeks.Last I saw him, his figure was lean, not too muscular but taut enough that you’ll know he’s taking good care of his body. Now, he’s almost flesh and bones. His hollow cheeks forced his cheekbones to look edgy, the kind that tells a story on its own. He’s deprived of nutrients - by choice or not, I couldn’t tell. His skin was dry as if one scratch and he’ll bleed. The white shirt he had on and jeans were hanging loose on his body as if they were two sizes too big on him.Even in this state, my heart is void of sympathy for him. All I have
~Viviana~After making sure that Roman had already boarded his flight to California, I also boarded my flight to Colorado.I never thought I would exploit having Zia as a friend, but she and Xavier were more than happy to help me, tossing in Bo as my company. As the miles between me and my hometown grew thinner, my heart kept pulsing against my temple, turning my vision hazy and the knots in my stomach twisted painfully.It had been seven years since the last time I set foot in the states. Even when Lu told me it was already safe for me to go back, I refused to do so. His warning to stay away from US grounds gave me a reason not to visit the painful memory this place had given me, and I kept holding onto it up to this day.Tot steps, I told myself. I have to face my fear
~Viviana~ After giving me a chance to catch my breath, Roman slipped out of bed and headed to the ensuite just in time for the dawn to break. The explosion of orange, yellow, and delicate pink slivers passing through the ajar balcony door bounced on my face, making my eyes squint. Groaning, I groped for a pillow and shielded my face from the soft morning light. The soft tap of Roman’s feet on the carpet mingled with his hearty chuckle. “Come on now,” he scooped my tender frame in his arms, taking me into the bathroom. I sighed as soon as my body submerged into the warm water he filled the tub with. He set me in the middle, sliding in behind me, his masculine scent mixed with the evidence of our coupling, and violet mist demanded me to keep my eyes closed.