God damn, the powerful emotions I felt when I heard Rosalie laugh scared the shit out of me.
I watched her fall in love with Luna and got jealous of a puppy.
After cleaning up and putting the leftover pizza in the fridge, I lock up and switch all the lights off. Taking the stairs up, I go to Rosalie’s room and softly open the door. She’s curled up on the bed, fast asleep, with Luna snuggled against her chest. She didn’t even change out of the dress. The fabric is bunched high around her thighs, giving me a glimpse of black lace panties.
Christ.
Luna’s eyes open, she takes one look at me, then falls asleep again.
Lucky dog.
I walk closer and carefully pull the covers over Rosalie’s legs, then get my ass out of the room and shut the door.
Today was a win in my book. With a smile playing around my mouth, I head to my bathroom and turn on the faucets in the shower.
I strip out of the suit I had to wear for the meeting with a prospective arms dealer early this morning.
Stepping under the warm spray, I replay the day in my mind. I got more than one smile out of Rosalie. It wasn’t a perfect birthday, but at least she laughed, which is more than I had hoped for.
I keep seeing Rosalie’s smile and how fucking gorgeous she looked in the dress. The woman has the sexiest fucking legs I’ve ever seen. I have to admit, I missed seeing them. She’s kept them covered in jeans since she got here.
I need to buy her more dresses and get rid of all the jeans.
I squirt body wash into my palm, and when my hands glide over my skin, I remember the interest in Rosalie’s eyes when she saw me in the suit.
She might hate me, but I’m sure she’s attracted to me.
My fingers wrap around my semi-hard cock, but instead of washing myself, I start to thrust into my fist.
I never jerk off. If I need to release some tension, I get a woman. But the thought of going out and finding a warm pussy holds no appeal for me since Rosalie moved into my house. And most of the women pale in comparison to my Little Rose.
I brace a hand on the wall and let the spray of water hit the back of my neck, and as my thoughts turn to the first time I saw Rosalie lying on her bed with her perfect ass in those tight shorts, I thrust harder, wishing I was balls deep inside her.
My fist tightens until pleasure trickles through my body.
Jesus, what I’d give to have her fingers wrapped around me while she looks at me with those soft brown eyes.
I lose myself in what it felt like to hold her body against mine when I had to restrain her, what a turn-on it was to feed her, and how hot it made me whenever she tried to fight back.
My fist pumps my hard-on until I’m breathless, my mind filled with images of Rosalie.
Christ, I wish I could feel her bare skin against mine.
When I bring up the memory of Rosalie lying beneath me with my fingers wrapped around her throat, her hips bucking to get me off, the orgasm explodes through me.
“Rosalie,” I groan as I slump back against the tiles. I let the orgasm tear through me, my body jerking from the overwhelming pleasure.
I watch as my release hits the tiles and thrust into my fist a couple more times to ride the last of the ecstasy.
When the pleasure fades away, I rest my head against the wall and stare at the water.
It’s clear I’m falling for Rosalie. My sperm washing down the drain is proof of that.
But I’m worried Rosalie will never be able to look at me and not see the man who took part in killing her family.
Blyadʹ.
Just take one day at a time. You have three years to work for her forgiveness.
“Luna, no!” I hear Rosalie’s panicked voice.
My eyebrow pops up because I’m pretty sure it’s coming from my room.
“No, don’t walk and poop all over the place,” Rosalie shrieks.
Turning off the faucets, I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. Yanking the door open, it’s to see the puppy trying to eat her own shit while Rosalie’s pushing her away so she can wipe it up.
“What. The. Fuck,” I mutter, wondering how the hell this happened. There’s a row of tiny turds over my floor.
Rosalie’s head snaps up, and her eyes go wide as saucers. “Ah… uhm.” Her gaze burns over the waterdrops on my chest, down to the towel, then back to my chest. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, then she starts blinking faster.
Luna grabs a chunk of shit and beelines out of the bedroom.
“Crap,” Rosalie mutters, then she darts up and runs after the dog.
I start to chuckle, but when Rosalie cries, “No, drop it. Don’t! Eww!” I lose it and burst out laughing.
Sidestepping the remaining shit on the floor, I walk to my ensuite closet and quickly pull on a pair of sweatpants. Just as the fabric covers my cock, Rosalie walks back into my bedroom.
Her eyes zoom in on my pelvis, then she spins around and sputters, “S-sorry. Tell me when you’re dressed so I can clean up.”
“I’m dressed,” I chuckle.
She turns around, and her eyes almost roll out of her head as she tries to look away. “Are you going to put on a shirt?”
“You can be glad I’m wearing sweatpants. I like to sleep naked.” Walking to the bathroom, I grab some toilet paper and hold it out to Rosalie. “I’m not touching the landmines. It’s all yours.”
She takes the toilet paper from me and quickly wipes up the mess, then flushes it down my toilet.
“Where’s Luna?” I ask.
“In my bathroom.” Rosalie looks a little green. “She ate the poop.”
“Yummy,” I tease her.
She points to where the mess was. “Sorry, I wanted to take her outside, but she ran into your room.”
I cross my arms over my chest and stare her down until she starts fidgeting. “Can you make coffee?”
She gives me a hopeful look. “If I make you some, promise you won’t be mad at Luna.”
“Negotiating, are we?” I can’t keep the grin from forming on my face.
“I make really good coffee,” she tries to sweeten the deal.
“I promise I won’t be mad at Luna,” I say so she won’t worry.
A smile threatens to tug at her lips, but she hurries out of the room before it can fully form.
I don’t bother putting on a t-shirt because I want to see Rosalie’s reaction to make sure I’m not imagining that she’s attracted to me.
I head downstairs and turn on the lights. When I open the sliding doors, I hear Rosalie behind me.
“Will it be okay for Luna to run around outside?” she asks, her voice a little strained.
“Of course.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I lean my shoulder against the pillar and watch as Rosalie sets Luna down.
“I’ll keep an eye on her while you make coffee,” I say.
Rosalie nods and hurries to the kitchen.
I watch Luna sniffing everything in sight as she explores the patio before daring to go a little further down the steps. When I glance over my shoulder, I catch Rosalie staring at my back with a frown.
“What?” I ask as I turn to face her.
She quickly shakes her head and stirs the two cups of coffee.
“Out with it,” I order.
She carries the coffees to the patio and sets the cups on the table. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as her gaze searches for Luna.
“Little Rose,” I urge her to start talking.
“Ah…” Her eyes finally come back to me. “Why do you have so many tiny lines tattoed on your left side?”
I move closer and pick up a cup. “Every line represents a life I’ve taken.”
Shock tightens her features, and her eyebrows draw together as if she’s sad for the fuckers I’ve killed.
I tilt my head, my gaze locking with hers. “Every single one deserved to die.”
She glances away, then shakes her head. “My grandfather and uncle didn’t.”
I take a sip of the coffee and have to admit it’s really good.
“I don’t kill innocent people.”
Her eyes snap back to mine. “Yet you threatened to kill anyone who tried to help me?”
The corner of my mouth lifts. “If they interfere in my business, they’re no longer innocent.”
Her lips part, and she stares at me as if I’ve turned into a monster right in front of her eyes.
I’ve gone out of my way to be gentle with her, and it might’ve been a mistake. Rosalie seems to have forgotten who I am.
“Don’t look so shocked, Little Rose. I’m the head of the bratva, after all.”
“Yeah, I shouldn’t have looked for any redeeming qualities in you,” she whispers, sounding sad.
Abandoning her cup of coffee, she hurries down the steps, grabs Luna, and hightails it back into the house.
And just like that, all the progress I’ve made with Rosalie is gone, and I’m back to being the villain in her story.
