Be With Me

by Gabrielle Sands

To all the girls who gave too much and asked for too little—no wonder you prefer the villain who tells you to be selfish while he burns the world to keep you.

“You know, most men have to earn a woman moaning their name, and you definitely haven’t done that.” I shouldn’t have said that, because he suddenly seemed very intrigued. “Are you asking me to earn it?”

“Just fucking suck on it, Mia,” I growled, wishing the never-ending monologue inside my head would just shut up. “Patience really is not your virtue,” she mused right before she dipped her head and took my cock all the way to the back of her throat.

“You’re nuts.” “Comes with the territory.” “What territory?” He leaned down, pressing his lips to my ear. “The territory you waded into when you slept with a gangster.”

“One of you. Come here and help my girl.”

I swallowed. Good girls didn’t sleep with gangsters. But maybe I was tired of being good.

I had power, strength, and money that could buy almost anything. But it was useless when it came to solving the only problem I cared about. Keeping her.

She leaned in and slipped them into the pocket of my jacket, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered, “What I need is you inside me.”

“You’re taking too long.” “If you don’t behave, I’ll make you.” A muffled moan. “Then make me.”

“Remember that you asked for this.” I fisted my cock and ran the thick head along her entrance. A beat. Then, “Use me, Rom.”

He was one of the most dangerous men in this city, but somehow, he had become my safest place.

“I’m not seeing her anymore.” “No?” “But no one’s going to fucking touch her unless they want a gun shoved down their throat.”

When I first met Rom, I thought we were opposites. He was rough where I was gentle. Abrasive where I was soft. Disillusioned where I was optimistic. But we were the same. Both of us were starved for the love we'd never received. The only difference was I’d kept searching for it. He’d stopped.