Page 51 of Voyeur
“What are you waiting for?” I whispered, smirking up at him.
The hand holding onto my jaw left it, the one on the wall beside me dropping as he tore at the clothes keeping us apart. All he did was undo his belt and his pants, causing his shirt to become untucked. His hands were rough as he went at my shorts, his forehead leaning against mine as he yanked them down, my strappy panties with it. His fingers traced my slit, curving up my body until that same hand returned to my neck, holding onto me in a way that meant he was claiming me.
This wasn’t a dream. I was really about to have sex with Roman for real, right after he had his men kidnap both me and Lake.
Needless to say, this was a little wrong—but also needless to say, I didn’t much care. I wanted to feel that hard cock inside of me, know how it felt to be filled to the brim with his length. I’d tasted him, given him head, but not this. Not unless you counted my dream.
Roman’s dark gaze commanded mine as I felt his cock pressing between my legs. With a jerk of his hips, he pushed himself in, never once breaking eye contact, forcing intimacy between us as he took me hard and fast, making me groan as I wondered if I’d truly lost it. Had I gone insane when I wasn’t looking?
It didn’t matter. If this was insanity, I never wanted to be in my right mind.
I let out a low groan when he began to thrust, when I felt my spine hit the wall behind me over and over, my body taking the brunt of the assault, the cock between my legs. The hand on my throat made things a little more uncomfortable, but it was just a reminder that this was Roman. Roman was fucking me. Roman was taking me.
Roman still wanted me. He hadn’t left for good, hadn’t found someone else.
“I said,” he grunted as he rammed into me, breathing raggedly as he filled me up to the core, “I want to hear you scream my name.”
I felt myself grinning, knowing my smirk would only further enrage him. “Then make me.” A challenge from a brat.
Roman decided to go at me as hard as he possibly could, knocking the breath from my lungs as he pounded away. I cried out, stopping just short of screaming his name. I wouldn’t let him have me that easily, not yet, not after everything he’d put me through lately. The bastard. His dick might be something else, but I was still feeling feisty.
My eyes closed, and I focused on the sensations filling my body, along with the dick. It was something else, being this connected to Roman, feeling him inside me. It was like, finally, he was where he always should be. As much as I didn’t want to admit it to myself, I craved every single thing this man could give me, the feelings he rose inside me. To belong to him would be to feel alive every single day of my life.
Giving myself to Roman Russo was almost an out of body experience, something incomparable to being given to Carter, to letting Carter take me however Roman wanted. It was utterly different from being with Lake, from, for once, taking charge and doing what I wanted. It was like everything in my life, every single horrible thing I’d seen and been through, had led up to this, brought me here, to him, into his arms, laid me before his cock.
It was glorious. It was everything I imagined and more, so much better than that dream would’ve been.
Though I tried to hold back, though I sought to keep myself under control and not give Roman what he wanted, I found my inner thighs starting to quiver, my lower half beginning to tense. The man was going to give me an orgasm just by taking me against the wall, for God’s sake, with little to no clit stimulation. It was unreal. Totally unreal, and yet when the pleasure surged out of me, I couldn’t stop it.
The orgasm made me a quaking, trembling mess, my inner walls clamping down on his rod as he kept up the pace. My fingers grasped at his suit, getting hold of whatever they could as I cried out his name, just as he wanted.
His chest exhaled a large, lumbering breath, as if me calling out his name while coming brought him more pleasure than actually being inside of me. Roman’s cheek leaned against mine, his neck bent at an almost unnatural angle to make up for the height difference.
He whispered two faint words in my ear, “Good girl.” And then he focused on finding his own release, at dragging that dick in and out of my pussy as hard and as fast as he possibly could.
When he came, it was violent. His shoulders shook, pinning me harder against the wall, his cock filling me up to the brink as it let loose its seed inside me. The hand holding onto my neck squeezed, and though the grip hurt, though I could hardly breathe while he held me like that, I wasn’t about to complain.
Roman was measured in releasing my neck, both hands flat on the wall on either side of me. Both of us breathed hard, fighting to catch enough air in our lungs to make up for what just happened, and yet I knew it would never be enough.
When he pulled himself out of me, we both fixed our clothes. I would be leaking some cum in my panties, but I didn’t care. It was Roman’s cum, so it felt different. Not that I was one to worship anything that came out of a man’s dick, but everything was thrown for a loop because it was Roman.
Roman was back, and with the way he could play me like a fucking fiddle, he wasn’t going anywhere.
Carter dumped me and Lake off at the apartment building. By the time we were out of Roman’s place, the sun was nearly up. Lake had refused to talk during the whole ride, hardly looking at me. I knew I needed to come clean to him, but just looking at him hurt me.
I never wanted to see him hurt, and I hated I’d caused this.
I said nothing to Carter before he pulled away, and Lake was nothing more than mute as he shuffled to the elevator. Sticking by his side, I wanted to talk to him, but the air just felt awkward. And not the cute kind of awkward that normally radiated around Lake; more of an oh, shit, what do we do now? kind of awkward.
Within a minute, we were on our floor. Lake said nothing as he went straight for his apartment. His keys and phone had been given back to him, as had mine. Looking at us now, you’d never know we’d been kidnapped.
I couldn’t let it go down like this. “Lake,” I called after him, trailing him to his door.
His mouth remained clamped shut as he unlocked his door and went in. I went to follow him, to go inside his apartment, needing to talk to him, but he stopped me, turning to face me with an unreadable expression.
Confused, hurt.
“Zoey, I… I just need space,” he said. “This was… this was crazy, and I—”
