Precious Legacy (The Notorious Legacy #1)

Chapter 43

FORTY-THREE

“ F uck, baby!” Roman’s deep growl reverberates through his chest as he threads his fingers through my hair, holding me in place as he thrusts his hips upward.

I hollow my cheeks, sucking him deeper while my hand pumps his thick shaft. My other hand cradles his balls and sends a roar of pleasure escaping his lips. I love this side of him, so feral yet carefree. I love that I do that to him.

Gripping the edge of the kitchen counter with one hand, he holds me in place with the other while his cock hits the back of my throat. My lungs start to burn—but it’s a good burn— and tears roll down my cheeks. He’s challenging me, like he always does. It’s how we work; the push and pull, the magnetizing allure of constantly fighting for dominance.

Roman throws back his head as a throaty growl echoes in the space around us, his hips bucking as he spills hot cum into my mouth. His hold in my hair falls away slightly, enough for me to pull away from him and peer up into his lust filled gaze. “Open,” he commands, tugging on my hair to tilt my head back.

Obeying, I open my mouth. The sight makes Roman’s knees shake, and I love that I can evoke such a visceral reaction from him.

He thumbs my bottom lip, biting his own as he nods in silent satisfaction. “Swallow, Presh. Every last drop.”

Again, I obey. Not because of his demand, but because I love seeing the primal fire in his eyes; the true extent of his desire for me. He thumbs the corner of my mouth before sliding it between my lips.

“I said, every last drop.” His eyes darken as I suck on his thumb, my tongue reminding him exactly how well I can follow his words. Lifting my chin, he leans down and presses a kiss to my lips, humming with satisfaction before pulling away. “I could definitely get used to this every morning.”

I stand up and lean against the counter while Roman yanks his boxers back on. He’s wearing a lazy smile that seems to make his cheeks glow. His beauty is on another level, especially with the post blow-job haze softening his eyes.

“Don’t,” I chuckle, rounding the kitchen island to pour out some coffee. I need it after the weekend we’ve had.

We’ve been christening every surface in the apartment since Friday night. Our new apartment. It feels so strange to think that Roman and I have officially moved in together. Cohabitation isn’t exactly new to us since we’ve literally spent the last month living in my apartment, but this is different. This is ours.

I was all for going back to my own little place in the Bronx after the ordeal with Prescott, but Roman’s words struck a chord with me. He wants me to be safe, and we both know my old apartment was anything but. If Prescott can get in, anyone can, and I know that worries not only Roman, but my entire family. I can rest easy knowing Prescott’s out of the picture now, but it’s only a matter of time before one of us becomes a target again. I sense this is Roman’s way of ensuring my safety, and I can’t say I’m complaining. This entire place is safer than the goddamn White House.

I don’t have anything to worry about when it comes to someone breaking in here. They’d be hard pressed to get past security, let alone up to this level. The apartment spans the entire top floor of the building, with views that exceed the Empire State Building. I’ve always loved the city, but being this high makes me appreciate it so much more.

I get to see the sun setting over the skyline from a large balcony that’s attached to the living room. You don’t hear the hustle and bustle of the people below, and somehow, the air feels cleaner up here.

Roman wraps his arms around me from behind as I stir sugar into my mug. “My turn,” he growls in my ear as he slides his hand into my sleep shorts.

Leaning my head back on his shoulder, I close my eyes and let him work my clit with his fingers. I really can’t afford to be late, and I’m already skating close to time, but it feels too good.

He runs his tongue along my neck and I tilt it to the side for more. His warm breath brushes my skin as he chuckles deeply. Even his silent taunts get me off, and it’s only a matter of time before my knees start shaking.

A needy whimper leaves my throat when he sinks a finger into my pussy, and I can’t help but rock back and forth over the heel of his palm as he draws out an orgasm. My chest heaves and the cry that leaves my lips is hauntingly loud.

“That’s it, Presh. Come all over my fingers.”

My body shudders as a blissful wave crashes over me, heaving me forward onto the counter as Roman slowly circles my clit.

“I should… get ready…” I pant, but I can’t find it in me to move.

Slipping his hand out of my shorts, he grips my hips and spins me around, pressing his lips to mine. “And miss out on all the fun?”

I’ve gained enough consciousness now to slap his bare chest with the back of my hand, his muscles flexing beneath my touch. “We’ve had fun all weekend,” I laugh. “And we can have more fun when I get home tonight.”

“Hmm…” he answers breathlessly, running his nose along mine. “Home... I love it when you say that.” He’s wearing that lazy look again, filled with adoration that makes my heart skip.

Sliding my arms around him, I lean up and nip his bottom lip with my teeth. “I hate you, Roman Genovese.”

His eyes glaze over at the same time he looks down at me with a soft smile. “I love you too, Presh.”

I ’ve spent the past week distracting myself with my training, diving head first into my classes as a way to prove I can still do this. The last thing I want to do is draw attention to myself, so I’m trying to act as normal as possible—which is easier said than done with the knowledge of what transpired a week ago.

Luckily, I have Savannah to keep my mind busy. She’s a talker at the best of times, but right now I couldn’t be more grateful that she’s droning on about some guy she hit it off with over the weekend.

“Honestly, Lani. He’d make your panties drop!” Savannah gushes as we head to our physical training session.

“Doubtful,” I mumble. My pussy still throbs from where Roman had me pinned against the kitchen counter as I was just about to leave. Unfortunately, he did it purely to tease me, and it worked. All I can think about it getting home and letting him fuck me in all the ways he promised.

Savannah nudges me as we pace down the hallway. “Did you hear about Prescott?”

My blood runs cold at the mention of his name. I’m still worried about somebody finding out what happened. I was assured it was all handled, but without really knowing the details about his disappearance, I’m on edge. Someone is going to be missing him, and it won’t be hard to put the pieces of this fucked up puzzle together. Savannah is sharper than she looks and I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s already figured it out. As close as we’ve gotten, some things are better left in the dark.

“No?” I reply, feigning nonchalance as we step into the locker room.

“Apparently, his brother was killed and he had to go back to Philly to handle the funeral.”

“Really?” I swallow thickly, turning away from her so she can’t see the surprise in my eyes. I don’t know what my brother and Roman did to cover up his murder, but I sense this has something to do with it.

I try not to show my true emotions on the subject, though. It’s better for everyone if Prescott is never mentioned again. “Hopefully, he stays there,” I retort.

“You and me both,” Savannah laughs, sliding past me to get to her locker. “I swear he was into something dodgy.”

I hum back passively in response before pulling out my gym kit. My mind reels with all the questions I wish I could ask Roman, or even my brother. There’s been an unspoken rule between us recently where we don’t keep secrets if we can help it. But since this secret protects me, I’m better off not asking questions, especially since I won’t get the answers I’m looking for.

We fall into silence as everyone piles into the room, a buzz of excitement and wariness enveloping us as we get changed. I don’t know what all the chatter is about, because this is just another Monday afternoon for us.

After changing into our workout gear, we head to the gymnasium where the familiar blue mats are dotted around the large room. Our footsteps echo as we all move into the space. There’s a nervous energy penetrating the atmosphere, and for some reason, it puts me on edge.

“We’ve got a new trainer,” Savannah tells me while trying to suppress her excited little squeal.

“Do we know who?”

Savannah shrugs, but a second later, my answer comes in the form of booted footsteps entering the room. The room falls into a state of silent awe as all eyes lock on the new trainer in front of us.

With jet black hair pulled back into a ponytail, deep blue eyes that look meaner than they actually are, and a no-nonsense expression, Lexie Lopez means business. She spots me instantly, her lips pulling into a gentle smirk before she schools her features again. I don’t even know what I was expecting, but this wasn’t it.

“Right, class!” she bellows to the group, thrusting her hands on her hips. “I’ll be your training officer for defense tactics and maneuvers for the next three months. If you think your previous trainer was hard on you, well… you’re in for a treat.”

Her sarcasm isn’t lost on me, but the same can’t be said for the remainder of the group. A couple of guys behind me are sniggering at something. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but it doesn’t matter because my aunt already has them in her sights. Her eyes narrow and she points to one of them who I recognize as Jasper Keller. He’s always got something to say; always thinks he’s better than everyone. In a way, he reminds me of Roman, only less good looking and more arrogant.

Keller has a smirk on his face as he steps up to the mat. I already know what’s about to go down, and if I didn’t know my aunt so well, I’d bet money on him winning against her. But if there’s one thing I know about Lexie, it’s that she can put up a good fight. I’ve heard the stories about the altercations she used to get into with uncle Trigger even before they were together. My uncle isn’t exactly small, but my aunt has the skills to floor him, and she’s done so many times.

Snapping my head to the side, I raise my brow at Savannah.

“My money’s on Lopez,” she whispers, rubbing her hands together.

I smile at how hopeful she is, knowing for a fact my aunt is about to wipe the floor with a guy almost twice her size. “Mine too,” I whisper back just as Lexie tells Keller to show her what he’s got.

She curls her hand in a ‘come at me’ motion, and that’s the only invitation before Keller lunges for her. She swivels around him seamlessly, kicking her foot backwards and making contact with his ass.

The class erupts into laughter and cheers, but the fight isn’t over. Keller goes again, raising his fists, this time swinging for her face. Lexie dodges him effortlessly, grabbing his wrist and pulling it behind his back. She swipes his legs out, just like Prescott taught us, except she doesn’t let Keller fall on his face. She twists him around at the last second, so he lands on the mat softly.

“What’s rule number one?” she asks as she hovers over him, knee pressing into his chest.

“Never underestimate your opponent,” Keller huffs. Even though he just got his ass kicked, I can see how impressed he is with Lexie. I never thought in a million years she’d be training people, let alone here. Sure, she trained me for a few years and she’s a natural at it, but re-inserting herself in this life, much less the academy, was the last thing I imagined she’d do.

Shaking her head, she pulls Keller back to his feet. “Wrong! Respect your opponent. because that’s the difference between life and death.” She pats Keller on the back and sends him back into the group.

Most of the class is still amazed by what they just saw, but me? I’m still in shock that she’s even here. She must spot my surprise because she calls me over once she’s sent the class into practice drills.

Running over, I resist the urge to hug her. I haven’t seen her for a few weeks, and seeing her today has reminded me I’ve missed checking in with her. Her warm smile comforts that guilt, though.

“What are you doing here?”

“Heard there was a job opening,” she shrugs, turning to face the class.

Ah shit. The guilt returns. “I’m sorry, Lexie,” I mumble. “About the apartment.”

Her gaze snaps to mine, her brows furrowed. I’ve always been able to tell what my aunt is thinking because we’re so similar, but right now I can’t make out whether she’s pissed about the apartment, or that I’ve apologized for it.

“Are you alive?” she questions abruptly.

“Yes,” I answer, completely confused by her question.

“Then fuck the apartment,” she mutters. “It was old anyway.”

She’s not wrong there, but I’d come to love that place. It was my safe space, a place I could finally breathe without my father giving me disappointed glares all the time. The place has had good memories and bad, but I’ll always love that apartment.

For a minute, we lull into a comfortable silence, watching the class throw each other to the ground. It feels like my world has done a complete one-eighty. I’ve gone from feeling like a constant embarrassment to my father, to being supported and protected by The Five. Even though Prescott’s disappearance still lingers in the back of my mind, having Lexie here has encouraged a new hope to form.

“So, defense tactics, huh?”

Lexie nudges me with her hip, a soft smile curving her mouth. “It’s the only way I could keep an eye on you.”