Page 4 of When In Rome

Yes, yes you can and when I get free I am taking my sister and running as far from this madman as possible.

“Oh, uh…,” my eyes widen at how he says the words. He is going to untie me…right? Surely he isn’t thinking of…what, keeping me until my sister says she’ll go out with him?

“Yeah, sure. No problem.”

And then those eyes are back on me causing me to shift in my seat. He bends right in front of me and starts untying the knots holding me to the fucking chair. At the brush of his hand on the back of my leg, I shift again. I don’t want to but I find that I have to fight the urge to suck in more air, to stop myself from reacting to him…and not in a scared way. Can he tell my nipples are hard through the thin-as-fuck tank top I am wearing? God, I hope not.

“I knew you were supposed to be staying in Pearl’s old bedroom, but she texted to tell me something had happened and you went to stay with…oh,” His eyes widen and he turns his attention away from me giving me an excellent opportunity to really look at the man in front of me.

He’s handsome in a classic kind of way with wavy light brown hair that’s a little past time for a trim and eyes that look so deep you could fall right in and drown. Not that I am attracted to that kind of man or anything.

“You were staying with Roan.”

What now? I snap back to listening to everyone’s conversation instead of checking out the psychotic hottie in front of me. Did he just say my sister was staying with the man she came in with?

“Did she tell you why I was staying with Roan?”

“Not really.”

Ha! I know why. Now who’s in the dark?

The binding loosens around me and I jump up, my anger rekindled all over again as I yank the thing from my mouth that has been pissing me off for the past thirty minutes or what felt like thirty minutes.

“You son of a bitch! You obtuse mother fucker!” I take a swing at the big guy in front of me but miss him which just pisses me off even more. When I get my hands on him…he’s going to wish he had never touched me, never even seen me.

“I told you to watch that mouth, Sunshine!” He ducks another swing, and this time puts his shoulder in my middle, temporarily knocking the air out of me. I wind up back over his shoulder. Again.

I shriek out when his hand lands on my ass.

“Little balls of sunshine shouldn’t have such dirty mouths.”

I barely see a glimpse of my sister mouthing the word ‘sunshine’ before I am being turned and he is walking away with me again.

“You son of a bitch! Put me down!” All my outburst gets me, is another smack, and this time he leaves his palm where it lands. Perv.

“I told you not to…,” His words end in a yelp.

“Oh, that is it!” He volleys a rapid succession of blows to my backside bringing tears to my eyes that I absolutely will not let fall. “If you bite me one more time, little one…!”

“You’ll what?” I'm not sure why I have to keep pushing this man but…it’s kind of fun!

Maybe I’m the perv.

I think for a moment, checking in with myself. Yeah, I’m okay with that. I turn my head and bite him again. Why not?

Chapter Five

Roman

“I think she’s going to be alright, angel.”

The woman over my shoulder stiffens and I feel her hands on my lower back as she tries to prop herself up so she can look at Roan after he calls her sister ‘angel’.

“Angel? Did you just…," she starts to speak to Roan but starts hitting and poking me in the ribs, "turn, turn me.”

Her hands land on my backside in short slaps but she doesn’t mean them the way I do when I put my hands on her like that. She’s just trying to get my attention and make me do what she wants me to. Honestly, it’s a good way because I stop walking towards the stairs and do as she asks before I can think of doing anything else.

“Did you just call my sister ‘angel’?”

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