"You're interrupting my time with my wife to talk about Seth?" asked Roman impatiently.

"What are my rules when it comes to time with my wife?"

"Not to trouble you when you're spending time with your wife," he said with his head down,

"But I think you should know Seth paid a visit to Bohemas."

"He did what?" asked Roman as he took his hand through his raven black hair.

"He went to visit Bohemas," he said.

"Why would Seth go to visit my father?" interrupted Melissa.

"What could he want with my father?"

"You," answered Roman.

"Seth loved your sister Michelle, he knew that Michelle had a younger sister so he thought he could go back to your father and take you from him."

"My father hates Seth," said Melissa,

"And how can you be so certain?"

"Seth is a snake," he answered as Melissa joined Dean and Roman at the door.

"Is that why he went to visit Bohemas?"

"Yes," answered Dean.

"He went for Melissa."

"Then he knows the truth," said Roman.

"He knows that I am married to Melissa which puts Melissa in more danger than before."

"Why am I in danger?"

"Because now I have something that Seth wants, he knows that I love you. He will stop at nothing now to destroy what we have because of everything that I did with Michelle."

"I suppose that Seth will be sealing his own fate by coming after me." said Melissa with a devious smile.

"And what would he possibly want with me? I am of no importance to him."

"You're Michelle's sister that is enough," he answered.

"Seth wants you because you're the next best thing to Michelle. He went to see Bohemas to take your hand in marriage, make you his wife and breed children with you. He lost Michelle and believes he can replace her with you."

"I am nothing like my sister, we are two different people," she defended.

"What does this mean for me?"

"Different or not," said Dean,

"Seth knows you are Michelle's sister and to most people you look a lot alike. You're a reminder of Michelle to Seth and that puts you in danger. He is determined to have you for himself and to take you away from Roman. He will stop at nothing."

"Over my dead body will he ever get his hands on Melissa," vowed Roman.

"He will never come near her or my child. Melissa belongs to me. Seth will not have her."

Melissa had never seen more rage in Roman's eyes than she had in that moment.

As determined as Seth was to take Melissa away from Roman and make her his, Roman was more determined to stop at nothing to make sure Seth never had the opportunity.

He would kill him first before he ever placed his hands on Melissa.

"I will kill him first," he vowed through gritted teeth.

"Where is he?" he snapped.

"No one knows," said Dean.

"Find out for me. I need to know where he is. What he is planning, find out the information for me so that I can plan my course of action to make sure Seth does not come close to Melissa or our child."

"Yes, Captain," he said,

"I will find out from others and I will inform you of Seth's whereabouts and I will pass the information onto you."

"Thank-you," said Roman, his pulse still racing from the news of Seth searching for his wife.

He had just learned to love her he was going to stop at nothing to protect her. Seth didn't stand a chance against Roman and his men.

He would die before anything happened to Melissa.

Dean took his leave and went to begin his search on whatever information he could find or get on Seth.

"Did you know?" asked Melissa as Roman shut the door behind Dean so he and his wife could have more privacy together.

"Did I know what?" he asked.

"Did you know that I was Michelle's sister?" she asked.

"Is that why you married me? The reason you sought me out because you couldn't have Michelle and I was the next best thing to her?"

"Melissa," he said coming toward her.

"I told you before I didn't know you and Michelle were sisters. I didn't know that you two were related."

"Then why me? Of all the women you could have chosen to be your wife, breed your children, why did you choose me? Men don't choose me, I'm damaged, broken and destroyed yet you were eager to have me, bed me and marry me. Why did you choose me?" she asked.

"Melissa," he said bringing his fingers to her cheek as she pulled away.

"Don't," she warned.

"Tell me, did you marry me because Michelle is my sister or did you truly not know. Tell me the truth, Roman, be honest, why did you choose me of all the women in the world including Adelina. Why did you choose me? What was so special about me that you needed to have me? You're not an unattractive man, women throw themselves at your feet and lift their skirts for you. You had your choice of any women in the world yet you chose me, why, why did you choose me Roman?"

"Melissa," he breathed, trying to mask the pain of her shielding herself from his touch.

"Did you know, Roman, be truthful."

"Yes," he breathed.

"I knew that you were Michelle's sister. I didn't want to be truthful. I didn't want you to believe that the rest of our lives I married you because of who your sister was. I knew Michelle was your sister."

"So I was your cancellation prize? You couldn't have Michelle so you chose the thing closest to her much like Seth has chosen to do?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips, pursing out her lips.

Melissa was upset, Roman could read her body language well and all he wanted to do was make love to his wife, show her that it didn't matter about Michelle anymore, that he loved her, needed her, wanted her.

He fought with the urge to take her into his arms, strip her of her clothes and ravish her, take her all afternoon into the evening hours, making love to her, promising her that no one but her mattered. Michelle was nothing compared to Melissa. As similar as they were in appearance, they were just as different in personality.

"Melissa, at first I married you because you were Michelle's sister. I thought marrying you would take away my guilt that I felt from the death of your sister, take away the pain I felt when she killed herself. I thought that marrying you would take it away but it didn't Melissa because you're not Michelle, you're not your sister, you're you. You're not your sister. No one would ever be able to replace your sister but no one could ever replace you. You're your own person. You're nothing like your sister."

"Thank-you," she said.

"Melissa, don't take that the wrong way."

"How should I take it, Roman? You're telling me I am not good enough to be my sister. I'm sorry that I never measured up to her. I wasn't everything you expected. I'm sure you're miserable in the mistake you made in marrying Michelle's damaged and broken little sister. I knew no man would ever love me. How could they? I'm a prostitute, I'm a harlot and I have bedded more men than anyone could ever count. I understand I will never be good enough to be your wife. I'll never be good enough to be the mother of your children. I understand I am just a broken woman that you feel sorry for that doesn't come close to the woman you actually loved. Maybe I should go back to my father, maybe I should go back to Spain, continue to pay my father's debts. You're better without me. You don't want me, it is Michelle you want. I will never be Michelle."

"Melissa," he let out a frustrated breath, full of need and want for no one but his wife, the woman he married, planned to be with the rest of his life.

"Melissa," he said. "Do you believe any of that?"

"You're so scared to say you love me because you don't, Roman, I know that you don't. I'm not Michelle, I'm destroyed. How can you love me? I'm not who you want, the one you want you can't have."

Frustrated Roman snatched Melissa by her arms, startling her, gripping her arms tight nearly shaking her out of frustration, shaking her to put it into her head the words he was about to say so that she knew the truth, how sincere and honest he was when it came to her.

"You're everything that I want, everything that I need. Yes I married you because I thought that somehow you would be like your sister but you're more than her, more than anything I ever expected. You're not damaged, you're not broken, you're not destroyed. You're everything I want and everything I need in my life, Melissa. My life is about you, about our child. I stopped caring about my life as a pirate weeks ago when I realized you were more important. My life with you is more important, everything we have, we're going to have that is more important to me than anything. You're not your sister, Melissa, you're you, you're the woman I love, the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. It's you, Melissa. You're my world, you're my life and I'll be damned if I let Bohemas, Seth anyone in this world tear us apart, hurt you or bring any harm you're way. I will destroy anyone that gets in the way of my happiness with you because I love you, Melissa. I fucking love you!"
he said, tears in his eyes, his throat tight, his heart racing.

His eyes filled with love, need, want and sincerity, burning with passion and desire.

"You're not good enough to be my wife? You're better than anything I could have ever imagined, I love.."

He started to say before he was cut off with her soft lips pressing to his. Her small hands pulling his large body closer to hers, kissing him deep and passionately, their tongues ferociously savoring the taste of the other.

Breathless Melissa pulled away.

"Say it again."

"I love you," he said with a smile before her lips were on his again, kissing him once more.

"I love you," he said more confidently as his skilled fingers worked at the lacing of her dress, one by one each row of lacing was untied and loosened.

Her full heavy breasts spilling over the top of her bodice, her growing belly pushing tightly against the bodice.

Her hands worked the buttons of Roman's shirt, pulling it apart exposing his shirt sleeves and his large arms as he slipped out of his shirt, he removed his shirt sleeves exposing his firm chest, curling hairs coursed his chest, she ran her tiny fingers through the small curls before kissing him once more as he backed her up to their bed.

Melissa fell back onto the bed, pulling Roman with her, his body covering hers as he kissed her deeply, passionately.

She ran her hands through his raven black hair as he kissed her. His lips slowly making their way to her neck as he nibbled and sucked on her neck softly, his kisses trailing lower down her body over her collarbone and onto her full heavy breasts.

He pulled the bodice down freeing her breasts, taking them into his hand, massaging them firmly as she let out a moan of pleasure, his fingers beading her nipples between his fingers, pleasuring her softly. He took one nipple into his mouth, the heat of his mouth around her nipple caused her to moan out in pleasure, his tongue flicking the nipple, sucking it as his other hand massaged the other breast.

His cock twitched at her soft moans, the sound of her want and need for him. His erection was painfully hard, fighting against his breeches. He needed her, he wanted her.

He pulled off her bodice and removed her skirt as quickly as he could, removing her underwear and tossing them to the floor.

His lips found her growing stomach. He kissed it softly as he made his way down her body, her skin soft beneath his touch, it felt like velvet.

His lips finding the spot between her legs as he kissed her thighs, his finger flicking over her swollen clit, his kisses trailed up her leg and his mouth found the wetness of her sex.

His tongue flicked over her swollen clit and his finger making love to her sex. Her soft moans of pleasure filled the air as he sucked on her clit, moved his finger faster sliding in another finger.

The passion ripping through her body, tearing her apart, her body beginning to quake, she could hold back her pleasure no longer and cried out in pleasure as her first orgasm hit. Roman's tongue replaced his fingers, sucking the hot release of pleasure he brought her to another orgasm before licking and sucking her into another one.

Roman removed his mouth from her dripping sex and pulled down his breeches.

His erection hard, thick and full, the tip of his cock beaded with pre-cum.

He towered over his wife, he teased her with his cock, rubbing it against her clit and against her sex.

"Roman, please ," she begged.

"I need you," she pleaded.

"I need you," he said as he slid himself inside of her slowly, filling her with his large full cock, she moaned out in pleasure with him as he filled her.

He took her hands over her head, interlocking their fingers.

"Promise me you'll need me forever, that you'll want me forever."

"I promise," she breathed.

"More than anything, My Love. Promise me you will love me forever," she begged.

"Promise me, Roman, I am more than you desire and promise me I am the world to you."

"I promise," he said with a soft smile.

"I love you, Melissa," he said, his heart full of love for his wife.

"Forever," he promised before his lips were on hers.

Kissing her deeply, keeping their fingers locked, he made love to his wife to procure his promise to her. He hit every soft spot of her sex causing her to moan and groan in pleasure against his lips, her hips meeting his soft, long thrusts, she took him deep and slow.

His cock filling her each time he slid himself back inside of her slowly, making every moment last, making every moment count, showing her it was her that he loved, promising his love and life to her the rest of his.

Together their bodies formed a passion deep inside, soft thrusts and soft movements became harder and faster but still soft and passionate as they made love to one another. Neither could hold back their passion, their bodies quivered, their intertwined fingers tightening as they hit their climax together a soft cry of passion escaped from Melissa as she covered Roman's exploding cock with her hot juices and a soft grunt and a deeper kiss sealing them together forever in a silent promise as he filled her with his seed.

"I love you," he said once more before he made love to her again as they spent the rest of their afternoon making love to each other, promising themselves to the other forever for the rest of their lives.