HIS JULIET HONEYMOON BONUS

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EMILIA ROSSI
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 CONTENTS

Author’s Note

1. Juliet
2. Romeo
3. Juliet
 AUTHOR’S NOTE

I hope you enjoy this glimpse of Romeo and Juliet’s honeymoon! This
scene takes place after the events of His Juliet.

Content Note:
Contains consensual non-consent, chasing, and spanking.
 1

JULIET

I ran my hands down my body as I stared at my reflection . I t was

the last night of our honeymoon before Romeo returned to work. Over the
past magical week, I’d worn all the lingerie Leona had gifted me except for
this piece. I’d bided my time, building up my courage to put it on, but
tonight was the night. The white corset top squished my boobs and cinched
my waist, and the matching lacy thong was so tiny it could barely qualify as
clothing. I fiddled with the edges of the garter belt that held up suspenders
and lacy garters. It was the most daring outfit I’d ever worn.
JULIET
Is everything ready?
SIENNA
All clear. The 8th floor is completely empty and everyone has
been told to stay the fuck away from the elevator. Have fun!!!
Be slutty!!

I snorted. Romeo had been in charge of the honeymoon. Even though

we’d stayed in the apartment, he had made it so special—hiring the best
chefs in the city to set up private meals for us on the rooftop, hosting a
high-stakes Mario Kart tournament, and having surprise gifts for me
delivered every day. Although we’d spent most of our time together in bed,
my husband insisted on giving me pleasure until I was begging him to stop.
But tonight was all about my plan, and Sienna had been thrilled to be
my accomplice.
 I pulled baggy sweatpants and a sweatshirt over my outfit, took a deep
breath, and headed out of the bedroom. Romeo’s face broke into a wide
smile when he saw me, the tension lining his face instantly relaxing. He was
just as on edge being separated from me as I was from him.
“Come here, angel.” He held out his arms from his spot on the couch,
but I stopped myself from jumping onto his lap.
“I have something planned for our evening activities.” I fidgeted with
the ends of my hair.
Romeo’s eyes darkened. “Tell me all about it while you’re sitting on my
lap.”
I shook my head. I’d quickly learned that sitting on his lap meant we’d
both be naked in less than a minute.
“I don’t like being told no, Juliet.” He leaned forward, his thumb
rubbing across his bottom lip in a way that made me squeeze my thighs
together. His smirk told me he knew exactly what he was doing.
“You’ll like this, I promise,” I said, holding my ground.
He let out an exaggerated huff and sat back on the couch, spreading his
legs wide. My lips twisted as I tried to hold in my smile at the scary Mafia
man practically sulking.
“What’s the plan, angel?”
“I’m going down to the eighth floor. You will wait five minutes and then
follow me down.”
His brow furrowed. “The eighth floor is just storage.”
I smiled coyly and shrugged. “Maybe you’ll find something interesting
hiding down there.”
He leaned forward, his gaze hungry. “Is that so?”
My eyes automatically went to his crotch. The clear outline of his dick
pressed against his dark gray sweatpants. Any remnants of my anxiety and
self-consciousness melted away. Here I was, dressed in baggy sweatpants,
and my husband was turned on. His desire made me feel powerful.
“I have your agreement?” I asked.
“You have five minutes, angel. You better get going.” His voice was a
low growl, sending a thrill through me as I spun around and ran.
 2

ROMEO

I stood in the doorway and watched the elevator close , concealing

Juliet from my sight. Being separated from her made my skin itch, but I
would tolerate it for a few minutes to play along with her plan.
I counted down the seconds. At four minutes and fifty-six seconds, I
pressed the elevator button and stepped inside. My heart stuttered when I
saw Juliet’s sweatpants lying on the floor. The idea of my naughty girl
running around the building half-clothed made my already hard cock strain
painfully, and my palm twitched with the need to punish her.
I’d been surprised when Juliet brought up wanting to be chased. To be
completely at my mercy. I’d been hesitant, not wanting to risk triggering
her, but she said I needed to trust that I knew what she was ready for.
I guess my girl decided I needed a little push.
And now it was time to hunt.
I stepped out of the elevator. The eighth floor was dimly lit with boxes
and crates lining the walls and office furniture haphazardly stacked in the
middle of the rooms. When our legitimate company, Empire Properties,
moved offices to a larger space, a ton of shit had been thrown on this floor
and we’d never bothered to deal with it.
I grinned as my eyes raked over a scrap of lace lying on the floor. I
picked up her panties and pressed them to my face, breathing in deeply. My
cock stiffened, my heart pounding with urgency.
I stalked through the room, and my eyes snagged on her sweatshirt
hanging off the back of an office chair. “Come on out, stellina. You know
I’ll find you eventually, but if you come out now, I’ll go easy with your
punishment.”
My grin widened when my words were met by silence. She wasn’t
going to make this easy, but that was fine with me. Her ass would pay for
making me wait.
I wove in and out of the offices, keeping my eyes and ears peeled for
any signs of my girl. It was in the third room where I spotted it—an
awkwardly positioned box in front of a large desk. My steps were slow and
deliberate as I closed in on the desk, excitement strumming through my
veins. I tossed the box aside, revealing my stellina in an outfit so sexy it
stole all my thoughts. She was all luscious curves and creamy skin and I
couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.
Juliet let out a squeak and crawled out from underneath the desk, her tits
barely contained by her tiny corset. She tried to get around me, but I
grabbed her arms, holding them tight behind her back so she was forced to
kneel, her back arched.
“Let me go!” she shouted.
“And why should I do that? You’re the one trespassing on my
property.”
She fought against my tight hold on her arms, but all it did was cause
her tits to move and swell in the tight lace corset.
“You can’t keep me here!”
I twisted her hair around my hand and pulled her head back so she was
forced to meet my gaze. “Who is going to stop me? I have you here all
alone, at my mercy.”
“My husband will find me,” she seethed.
A laugh burst from my chest before I could stop it. Fuck, she made
everything fun. “Is that so?” My other hand cradled her jaw. “Apparently he
doesn’t know how to discipline his wife, seeing as she’s running around
where she’s not supposed to be. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of that.”
Her lips parted, and they were so fucking plush I couldn’t stop
imagining them stretched around my cock. I leaned down and planted a
quick kiss on her forehead. “What do you say if you want to stop,
sweetheart?”
“Red.” Her voice was a breathy gasp and I almost groaned at how into
this she was.
“Good girl. So if you tell me to stop, I’ll keep going.”
 Her eyes were wide and she squeezed her thighs together as she
nodded.
“Since you’re already down there, sitting so prettily in that outfit, I
might as well put you to work.” I moved so I was in front of her, keeping
my tight grip on her hair. “Take out my cock.”
“I fucking won’t,” she snarled. “You can’t make me do anything.”
“You’re just digging yourself a deeper hole, baby. Good thing I don’t
mind brats.”
She scowled and huffed, but when I didn’t relent, she took out my
cock.
“What a good girl. Maybe I’ll lighten your punishment. Take me into
that pretty little mouth.”
She reluctantly parted her lips, and I groaned as I sank deep inside her
mouth. “Fuck, you do that so well.”
My eyes drifted shut as she sucked me down, hollowing her cheeks and
teasing my piercing with her tongue. I cradled her face, gentling my touch.
And then cold air hit my cock.
My eyes shot open in time to see Juliet rolling away. Before my orgasm-
denied brain could catch up to the devastating turn of events, Juliet was on
her feet.
I remained frozen to the spot, my eyes fixed on her plump ass as she
ran. Fuck. Juliet looked so fucking sexy in her lingerie, but watching her
naked ass? It was enough to make me lose my mind.
She glanced back at me over her shoulder, her tousled hair framing her
gorgeous face and wide eyes. I broke out into a wide smile as I tucked my
cock back in my pants. I fucking loved that she was making me work for it.
I took off after her, catching up quickly even with her head start. In one
fluid motion, my arm banded her waist. She shrieked and kicked, but
couldn’t stop me from draping her over an abandoned desk.
Her feet barely touched the floor and I pressed my hand on her back,
keeping her front flush to the flat surface.
“All of this could have been avoided if you were a good girl. But you
decided to be disobedient.” I twisted my hand in her hair, savoring her little
whimper at the flash of pain. “Bad girls need punishment to keep them in
line.”
“Get off me,” she snarled as she struggled against my hold. “You can’t
do this.”
 I pressed my chest to her back, giving her some of my weight. “I own
your body, pretty girl. I can do whatever I want.”
She fought harder, trying to shove my weight off. “You don’t own me.”
I chuckled and kissed her skin above her lacy corset before
straightening. I captured her wrists, holding them firmly at the small of her
back. “We’ll see about that.”
My hand slammed down on her ass before she realized what was
happening. I spanked her again, and this time, her mind caught up with
what was happening, and she shrieked.
“It hurts!”
I laid a series of hard smacks on her ass. “It’s supposed to.”
Her skin was turning a delicious shade of pink, framed by the sexy
white lace of the garter belt and suspenders. I snaked my hand around her
front and plunged two fingers into her pussy.
“You’re fucking drenched. Good girls don’t enjoy their punishments.”
“I’m not,” she protested, but her words were breathy as she ground her
cunt against my hand.
I withdrew my fingers and she pushed off the desk, whirling around to
face me. Her expression was pure indignation. Juliet hated being denied
orgasms.
I slowly shook my head. “If you had finished giving me a blow job, I
might have ended your punishment there and let you come, but now—” I
lifted her onto the desk and guided her so she was lying down on her back.
“Now I know my girl needs more punishment, doesn’t she?” I grasped her
knees, parting her legs wide around me. Her chest heaved and her lips
parted.
“If you ask me sweetly for the rest of your punishment, I’ll consider
letting you come.”
She inhaled sharply, but hesitated. I tightened my hold on her legs,
pushing them even wider.
“Better decide quickly or you won’t be coming for the rest of the week.”
“No,” she gasped. “Please, I need to come.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Then you know what to do.”
Her lip jutted out in a pout, and I held back my smile.
“Fine. Please punish me and then make me come.”
“I’m not sure I like that bratty tone.” Lie. I fucking loved it. “But we’ll
take care of that soon, won’t we? Now, hold your legs open for me.”
 Her cheeks burned as her hands replaced mine behind her knees,
bending her legs back towards her body. She was completely open to me,
and I gazed leisurely at her puffy pussy lips, pink ass, and heaving tits.
“Mmm, good girl. She’s learning.” I ran my hands down the soft skin of
her inner thighs, stopping just short of her cunt.
“You’re getting five spanks on your pretty pussy. If you stay still and
take them like a good girl, I’ll fuck you until you come.”
She whimpered, but I didn’t give her time to psych herself out. My hand
came down on her pussy, causing her to cry out. Her fingers dug into her
skin, but she kept her position. My cock was too hard to draw this out, so I
delivered the last four spanks quickly. Her eyes were shut, her pussy was
pink and swollen, and her clit was peeking out from its hood. I pulled down
my pants, releasing my cock. My hand was soaked in Juliet’s arousal, and I
used it to squeeze my erection.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, please.”
I leaned down and sucked her nipple hard, causing her to whimper.
“You sound so perfect when you beg. I’ll have to tell your husband to
punish you more often to ensure you remain a good girl.”
Before she could respond, I thrust my cock inside her with one swift
motion. She cried out, but I didn’t get her a moment to adjust. My teeth
tugged her other nipple as I moved in and out. Her pussy was already
fluttering around me. I collared her throat and pressed a hard kiss to her
lips.
“Come for me, naughty girl. Give me your orgasm.”
A tear trailed down her cheek as she came with a moan. I swore as
pleasure shot up the base of my spine, tightening my balls as I came. I
thrust hard inside her, pushing my cum deep, before collapsing on top of
her. Her arms and legs immediately wrapped around my body, holding me
tight as if she were scared I would pull away.
As if.
My Juliet was fucking stuck with me forever.
 3

JULIET

T he switch in R omeo once the scene was over was instantaneous .

The darkness in his eyes faded, replaced by tenderness as he gathered me to
his chest. His hand stroked up and down my back and his face was buried in
my hair.
“You did so well for me, baby. So fucking perfect,” he murmured, and I
melted into him.
I whined as he pulled out of me, his cum dripping from my pussy onto
the desk.
He cleared his throat. “I’ll come back to clean that up.”
I snorted a laugh, resting my head on his chest. He was warm and solid
and safe.
Romeo picked me up off the desk, holding the backs of my thighs to
avoid the skin on my tender ass. I closed my eyes as he carried me,
knowing I didn’t need to worry about anything.
He paused in front of the elevator. “Shit, what if someone’s inside?”
I pressed my lips to his throat. “They know to stay away. Sienna took
care of it.”
He chuckled as he pressed the button. The door opened immediately.
“Very strategic plotting.”
I traced my fingers along his broad shoulders as he stepped into the
elevator. “Was it worth it? Did you—” My breath hitched as I was struck by
a wave of vulnerability. “Did you like it?”
His hands tightened on me. “Of fucking course I did. That was the best
honeymoon surprise I could ever imagine.”
 I sighed a deep breath, my muscles relaxing as the elevator dinged.
Moments later, we were back in our apartment. Romeo took me straight to
our bed and covered me with blankets.
“I’ll be right back.” He pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. He
returned so quickly that I barely had time to miss him. He had water,
snacks, and lotion in his hands. There were so many reasons I felt safe
doing these intense scenes with him, and one of them was how much he
loved aftercare. He never made me feel guilty for my long recovery times,
how clingy I became.
It was like he needed it as much as I did.
He propped me up with pillows and held the water bottle to my lips.
After he’d fed me a couple of chocolate-covered caramels and rubbed
soothing lotion onto my skin, he rolled me onto my back and parted my
legs.
I tried to close my legs but he held them open, his large hands spanning
my inner thighs. “What are you doing?”
“Just checking your pretty pussy.”
My cheeks burned under his scrutiny, but I felt myself getting wet
again. He inspected me thoroughly and finished by pressing a kiss to my
clit. He moved up my body and met my heated gaze with a laugh. “Is my
greedy girl needy again?”
My cheeks blazed, but I nodded. It’s not like my husband would ever
deny me.
He pressed his smile to my shoulder. “Fuck, I love you.”
I ran my fingers through his hair, feeling perfectly content and happy. “I
love you, too.”