Page 100 of Barristers & Bones

“I’m going to take you here. Soon.” His lips tipped up in a menacing smirk as he worked me over, and when he stroked my back hole and slid a finger inside, I cried out as an orgasm crashed through me with so much force, my back curved and my head flew back.

Roman kept at me until my climax receded, then grabbed my hips and brutally thrust up into me. I brought my hands around to steady myself on his shoulders as he slammed inside one last time and climaxed long and hard. When he finally came down, he cupped my backside with his hands and squeezed again, getting another whine from me. “Your cunt, this ass, and these lush, rosy tits aremine.”

Then he grinned and kissed my mouth, running his lips up to my forehead. “And this beautiful brain.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and squeezed him to me. “Then you’re mine too.”

He nodded slowly. “I am, and you’re probably going to regret that.”

I slept late on Monday morning and vaguely remembered Roman kissing my neck before he left for work. I decided to give myself a lazy day, and deep pleasure coursed through me at not having homework, classes, or anything else hanging over my head. Milo was recovering in the suite above the garage, and I took some food and checked in with him.

“Are you sure you have everything you need?” I asked for the third time.

“Yes. You fed me breakfast, brought me something for lunch, and left snacks and more books than I’ll read in a lifetime. I’m good.”

“Okay. Can I ask you about getting shot?”

Milo sighed. “I knew this was coming.”

“Is that a yes?” I asked, sitting on a kitchen barstool.

“Fine. Three questions.”

“Ten,” I pushed.

“Four,” he countered.

“An even five.”

“Alright, but first get me two pain relievers out of the bottle on the counter. I’m going to need them by the time we’re done.” I smiled and got the pain meds and a glass of water.

I finally left him to convalesce in peace, changed into workout clothes, and headed to Roman’s gym. He spent at least an hour a day in here, either boxing, lifting weights, or working out with me before he’d sometimes tie me up with his jump ropes and play with me on the mats. He had an inventive mind, and he liked to use restraints. I shivered, thinking of our last session.

As I wound down on the treadmill, I glanced at my phone and noticed a text from a number I didn’t recognize. My finger reflexively moved to delete it and block the number, but I paused when I noticed a recorded video attached. Squinting at the screen, something caught my attention. I decided to play it.

The video was wobbly and showed a familiar dark marble floor. I recognized the office conference room door when the picture panned up a little. Immediately, I heard one of the partners talking and had to put the phone up to my ear to hear what was being said. I recognized Ivan’s voice first.

“Luna’s father doesn’t give a rat’s ass about her, and she hates his guts.”

“I’m aware. I still plan to fuck her.”

“So, what? Now you’re thinking that maybe instead of ruining her law career before it starts, you’ll just destroy her life by fucking her while she’s your intern.”

My body locked when I recognized Roman’s voice and Drakos’s glib response. Xander replied next, but I barely heard what he said as pain and betrayal slammed through me.

“She doesn’t deserve to have her life wrecked so you can get your revenge.”

“Thank you for stating the obvious, but I’m not sure that’s how revenge works.”

“I agree with Xander. You framing her for stealing from this firm and cheating on a law school exam is juvenile and asinine.

My heart cracked painfully when I heard what Roman had planned for me all along, as Gideon continued lecturing Roman.

Her father may have been a major shareholder in Bitter Creek Ranch, but Luna wasn’t. And now that you all know her, destroying her will make you feel exponentially worse… You need to fix this.”

“I still plan to have her.”

By the time the recording ended, I’d slid to the mat and sat curled in on myself. After a while, I stood and walked numbly into the bedroom, pulled a suitcase out, and started packing a few things. My mind felt bruised and traumatized. I’d been so happy a few hours ago, and yet now I wanted to find a place to hide and lick my wounds; I needed time and distance to digest what I’d just heard.

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