Page 102 of Barristers & Bones

His eyes went harder, but something flickered in them. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

I pulled up the video with shaky fingers, pressed play, and set the phone down on the bed next to the collar. Then I quickly stepped back. When Ivan’s voice came on the speaker, Roman’s face went blank as he listened to the recording without moving.

When it ended, neither of us moved for several heartbeats. I turned to run, but he leaned forward and his hand snaked out to catch my wrist. “No. You are going to stay and listen.”

“And you can go fuck–” He yanked me to him, spun me around on the bed, and brought his weight between my thighs.

“Oh, I’ll be fucking you–soon. But first, we’ll talk and then you will promise me, andmean it this time, that you won’t run if we have misunderstandings or problems in the future.”

I stopped struggling but stayed stiff and turned my head away. “You planned to destroy me–before I ever walked into your office. Did you feel powerful and vindicated when you laughed and plotted behind my back with your partners?”

“Luna, look at me. I didn’t–”

“Fuck. You. Did you fantasize about getting me kicked out of law school while you fucked me? Did you think it would hurt me more to make me care for you first?” Tears gathered in my eyes, but I tried to hold them back.

He froze atop me, then carefully laid his forehead against my temple. “My plans fell apart two, maybe three days after I met you, but I was too stubborn and full of hate to admit it.”

“Just leave me alone, you’ve hurt me enough. You got your wish,” I whispered brokenly.

“No. And I’ve fantasized about you plenty. About how to get my filthy hands on you, and tie you down and fuck you until you screamed my name. Now,look at me.” He took my chin between his fingers and turned my head so his dark eyes bore into mine. “There’s nowhere you can go that I won’t find you. I’m obsessed with your sweetness and razor-sharp mind. You’ve become my addiction and salvation, and I don’t give one single fuck that you’re too good for me. I’m not letting you go, and my black heart is yours.”

“Don’t say that to me. You don’t mean it.” I struggled beneath him, and he rolled until I sat on top.

“When I finally read Ivan’s full report and found out you tried to stop your father–and the price you paid–I started planning how to keep you. And you were right, I could’ve protected you without marrying you, but I saw a chance and I fucking took it. We belong together. I would burn down the world for you, and I’ll eliminate anyone who tries to hurt you.”

Anger and betrayal still burned through me, but I knew some of what he said at least, was true. We did get along together, and we were probably addicted to each other. When I didn’t want to strangle him, he also made me happy. I sat straight and straddled his hips, glaring down at him. “Would you really have done that to me?”

“If you’d been anything like your father, then fuck yes. But I knew after spending two days with you I wouldn’t go through with it.”

“Why didn’t you let me go then?”

“Because I still wanted to make your life hell and get under your skin.”

That’s exactly what he’d done the first few months. I shook my head and smacked his chest. “You’re such an arrogantassholesometimes.”

“I know. Come here, I want to kiss you.”

Staring into his eyes, I wondered if I could trust him. “No more secrets or lies.”

“I promise, love. Now come here.”

He flexed his hips and rubbed his hard cock against me. I wanted our clothes gone, and I rocked on his length, a moan slipping from me. “I hate wanting you this much,” I choked out.

Roman pulled my shirt off, then yanked my bra down under my breasts, pinching and pulling on my hard nipples. Jackknifing up to a seated position, he took my stiff peak between his teeth, biting down just hard enough that I screamed at the brutal pleasure.

“Then I’ll have to change your mind.” He stripped me and himself in seconds flat and flipped me onto my back. Then he crouched down over my body, nestling his shoulders between my thighs and running his tongue along my slit in long, thorough licks. My head flew back, and I moaned in delicious agony.

“That’s it, Sweetness. Let me in, take everything I give you.” He shoved two fingers inside me and pumped hard. My hips jerked as I cried out in pleasure at the burn, twisting under his assault.

Roman sucked and flicked at me until my head thrashed and I shivered and pulsed around him., an orgasm threatening. He gazed at me from between my legs. “Come for me.” Leaning back in, he continued to work my clit.

“Oh, sweet Jesus,” I breathed and climaxed all over his face, grabbing his hair and grinding myself on him. When I came down, he got on his knees and thrust deep inside.

My body slid up the bed until he grabbed my hips and held on as he pounded into me. I jolted under his brutal assault, and my pussy contracted around him.

“You can either love me or hate me because if you do, I’ll have either your head or your heart. There’s no escaping us, Luna, we belong to each other. Accept it, acceptthis.” He shoved inside me one last time, threw back his head, and spilled his semen deep inside.

Our harsh breathing mingled in the still room as we came down, and Roman set my hips back on the bed when he finally pulled out. Running his hand up my chest, he carefully circled my throat and kissed my lips. Then he pulled me to him and held me until we both drifted off.

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