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

I walked out of the shower, towel around my waist, to find a disheveled Juliet peeking at me from under the sheets. My girl was not a morning person. We’d fallen into a routine where I worked out, got some work done, and then jumped back in bed to cuddle her awake.

Sleepy Juliet was one of my favorite parts of the day.

I belly-flopped into the bed, causing her to squeal. I rolled on top of her and pressed sloppy kisses to her face.

“Eww, stop!” she shouted between her peals of laughter.

I chuckled against her skin and brushed her messy hair out of her face. “Good morning.”

“You’re in a good mood this morning,” she grumbled.

“Why wouldn’t I be? My Juliet is in my bed being absolutely perfect.”

Her cheeks heated and she broke eye contact like she always did when I complimented her.

“Sweet talker.”

“Just telling the truth.” I cupped her face and kissed her gently, our lips dancing against each other. She softened beneath me, her legs spreading to make room for me.

“How was your workout?” Her fingers trailed up my bare chest. My abs tightened and cock hardened under her exploration.

“Nothing compared to this.” I rubbed my growing beard against her face and breathed in her scent. “I’ll be out late tonight, but I have the morning off.”

Juliet’s hands wandered lower until she slipped under my towel and gripped my dick. “What should we do to fill the time?”

“Dirty girl. I knew you were just using me for my cock.”

She grinned. “That’s right.” Her fingers tightened, and I bucked into her with a groan.

I peeled back the sheets, revealing her bare body. I pressed my face between her breasts and kissed down her stomach. “You’re a bad influence.”

After I’d made her come twice—first with my mouth and second with my cock—I dragged her into the shower. I took my time shampooing her hair and soaping up her body. I never could have imagined craving these domestic moments with anyone, but I wanted to take care of Juliet like this forever.

“I love you, pretty girl,” I said as I rinsed her hair.

“Love you, too.” Her eyes were closed and a dreamy smile played on her face.

“I have something for us to do after this.”

“I think we already did all the things.”

I snorted. “We’ve barely scratched the surface of my fantasies, baby.”

She blinked her eyes open. “Oh, yeah?”

I squeezed her ass hard and then rubbed the spot to soothe it. “Stop distracting me. We’re going to the gym to practice self-defense skills.”

Juliet wrinkled her nose. “That doesn’t sound like fun.”

I crowded her against the shower wall. “Have I not worked hard enough this morning to put my girl in a good mood?” I thrust a finger into her still-slick pussy and she arched up on her toes with a whimper. I pressed another finger inside her. “I have a compromise for you.”

“What’s that?” she asked breathily.

“I’ll make you come here in the shower, and then you’ll practice self-defense with me like the good girl you are.”

“What if I don’t want to be a good girl?”

It took everything in me to pull my fingers out of her. Her look of betrayal was so fucking cute that it made up for it.

“No,” she said, clutching my wrist. “I’ll be a good girl. Promise.”

I pressed my fingers deep inside her as I laughed.

Juliet was wearing skin-tight leggings and a black crop top that stretched tight over her tits.

“Is something wrong?”

Her voice reached me through my lust-filled fog, and I realized I’d been scowling at her outfit. I forced my face to soften as I wrapped my arms around her. “Not at all. As long as you never wear this outside of this apartment.”

Juliet rolled her eyes. “Caveman.”

I smacked her hard on the ass. “That’s right.”

“Good thing your girlfriend has agoraphobia,” she said. At my confused expression, she clarified. “Because I never leave the apartment.”

I stared at her, and she rolled her eyes. “Well, it’s not a funny joke if I have to explain it.”

My lips curved into a smile. “You’re very funny, baby.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let’s get this show on the road. What moves do you have to show me?”

“Let’s start by getting out of a simple hold. If someone grabs your wrist, bring your arm up or down in the direction of their thumb. That’s the weakest part of their hold and your best chance at breaking it.”

My hold on her wrist was firm but not hard, nothing like what it would be if someone were actually trying to grab her. An enraged, unsettled feeling clawed through my chest at the idea of someone hurting Juliet, and I vowed I would ensure she never needed to use any of these skills.

Still, it was smart for her to know the basics. Especially with the lives we lived.

The life I had brought her into.

She practiced getting out of my hold several times.

“What’s next?” she asked, eyes bright.

I put on a couple of strike pads on my arms. “We’re going to practice blocking hits. I’ll bring the pad towards your head and you bring your arm up to block it.” She nodded seriously and gave it a try. It took a few minutes for her to get into a good rhythm, but with every move she grew more confident and I realized another benefit of these lessons—to help Juliet to feel strong. Powerful.

We transitioned to getting out of holds from behind. “If a dangerous man comes up behind you”—I ran my hands down her front, pressing my face to her hair—“you need to know how to get away.”

She arched back against me, her head resting on my shoulder. “What if I don’t want to get away?”

I chuckled, my hand trailing across her breasts until it settled at the base of her throat. “You want to turn this into a game?” I tightened my grip, and she let out a breathy moan.

“Yes.”

“How about this—if you’re a very good girl and practice your skills enough to get away, I’ll eat that sweet pussy until you come at least twice.”

“And if I’m not a good girl?”

I leaned down and nipped the side of her neck. “Then I’ll put you on your knees and fuck your pouty lips until you gag.”

Her grip on my arm tightened and her round ass ground against my rock-hard cock.

“Oh, my naughty girl likes that, does she?” I cupped her pussy and lifted up so most of her weight rested on my hand. She was damp even through her leggings.

“Romeo,” she whined.

“What, angel?”

“I need to come.”

I released her pussy with a few firm pats. “Well then, you better pay attention to your teacher.” I used my grip on her hips to turn her to face me, fighting to keep a straight face at her vicious scowl. I bopped her on the nose. “Use that frustration,” I said with a wink.

She let out a growl and then she lunged at me, throwing her weight against my chest and shoving.

I didn’t budge an inch, which only made her let out a frustrated scream. I couldn’t stop myself from laughing as I wrapped my arms around her and took us to the floor, making sure my body broke our fall. She fought to get out of my hold, arms and legs flailing. Her elbow hit a still-tender spot on my ribs and I grunted, loosening my grip.

“Wait, did I hurt you?” she asked, stopping her retreat.

“Baby,” I said, exasperated. “You’re trying to get away from me.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

She yelped as I rolled her so I was lying on top of her, the weight of my body pressing down onto her delicious curves. I couldn’t resist kissing her.

“In a fight, you have to use every advantage you have. Your attacker will be bigger, stronger, and a whole fucking lot meaner than you.”

Her lips twisted. “I don’t like the idea of hurting anyone.”

Her voice was soft and sweet and vulnerable, and it made me want to wrap her in bubble wrap and keep her safe forever. “I know, sweetheart. And I hope you never have to use any of these moves, but I’d like you to practice just a few. For me. Please.”

“Okay,” she whispered. Her fingers ran through my hair, and she brushed her cheek against mine. “I’ll do my best.”

I melted into her touch. It was all the softness my life had been missing.

She surprised me by lifting her hips and rolling us so she was on top. I gripped her ass cheeks, my eyes fixed on her breasts that were hanging low enough to almost brush my chest. Then her lips were on mine, her kiss confident and demanding as she nipped my lower lip and sucked on my tongue. Her taste was all sweet maple syrup from breakfast, and her equally sweet pussy rubbed up and down on my cock.

All thoughts of self-defense left my mind. That was, until she threw her body off mine and rolled away. I blinked, stunned at the lack of Juliet on top of me.

Her delighted cackle reached me. “I did it! I won!”

I leapt to my feet as she did a cute as fuck victory dance. I stalked towards her and she took a few steps back. I kept advancing and she kept retreating until she turned around and ran.

I let out a low growl and took off after her, catching up in just a few strides. This time I kept us upright, but pushed her against the wall. Her hands were in mine and I lifted them up the wall, stretching her out.

“You cheated,” I growled.

She wiggled her ass against my cock. “I don’t think so. I just used my opponent’s weakness to my advantage.”

I grinned as I smacked her ass cheek, savoring her squeal. “Is that right?” I plastered my body against hers and raised my knee so it was pressed against her pussy. She rocked against my leg.

“Look at you, so greedy.” I tried to sound unaffected but didn’t quite manage it, especially as Juliet moved faster, taking her pleasure.

“I need more.”noveldrama

“Okay. A deal’s a deal.” As if I could refuse her. I transferred both her wrists into my one hand, moving the other to play with her nipples. I gave each a sharp squeeze that had her gasping. My hand moved down her body and I worked her clit until she was writhing against me.

“That’s it. So wet for me. So fucking perfect.” I plunged my fingers inside her again and pressed the heel of my palm against her clit until her pleasure crashed over her. She cried out, slumping forward against the wall. I kept the pressure on her pussy as she rode out the last waves of her orgasm.

“I think I like self-defense,” she said dreamily.

I snorted and pulled her against my chest. “I like everything about you.” I kissed a line down the side of her face.

She turned around in my arms so she was facing me. “Thank you.”

“For what, angel?”

“I’ve spent so much time these past couple of years being scared, and learning self-defense and shooting makes me feel like I’m not as helpless as before. I still don’t want to hurt anyone, but it makes me feel stronger.”

“I’m glad.” I squeezed her hard. “You are so powerful, so brave. You’ve survived so much and deserve to see yourself as a survivor.”

We stayed there, swaying slightly in each other’s arms.

“I need to leave in forty-five minutes,” I murmured. “So if we want to eat lunch together, we should do it now.”

Her hold on me tightened for a brief second, and I wondered if she was going to ask me to stay.

Would I say yes if she asked?

But she pulled away with a tight smile. “Let’s get some lunch, then.”