Page 35 of Stolen By the Don

Yet all I can think about is how good it feels…how every nerve in my body is on fire. His knuckles graze my collarbone, and his fingers dip beneath my towel to touch the top of my breasts.

My breath hitches, sharp and loud, and I hate how audible it is.

His head lifts, and his eyes narrow slightly, searching mine.

No. Not searching.That would imply that he can’t see through me, because I’m as obvious as writing on the wall. I can smell the rain still clinging to his clothes, see the drop of water clinging to his temple.

His voice drops, rough as gravel, low as a secret. “Do you want me to walk away?”

Yes. No.

“I meant what I said, Bella. I’m not going to force you. It will happen, but when it does, it’ll be because you want me. Because you’ve decided that you’re mine to fuck however I want.”

Dirty, filthy words I wouldn’t take from anybody else, yet they turn me on so easily. Roman’s thumb lifts to my cheek, and therough pad caresses in a circle. “Tell me, printsessa,what do you want?”

Please don’t make me say it.

I feel my towel slipping. Or my self-control. I’m not sure which.

“You,” I whisper.

A muscle twitches in his jaw as his hand cups my chin. “Do you?” he whispers, leaning close to my ear. His voice feels like honey, dripping down my throat…thick enough to pull me under. “I can still feel you fighting me. I like a bit of struggle, Bella, but not this time. This time, I want you to surrender.”

I spent years of my life having lessons driven into me by my father.Never let anyone control you, was the main point of every single one.

But those words sound completely pointless now.

“Please,” I hear myself beg. “Please.”

“Good,” he growls. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

My world explodes. Colors. Bright, blinding colors as his mouth claims mine in a searing kiss. His teeth nip my bottom lip before he swoops in, cradling the back of my neck. My hands go limp from the onslaught of pleasure…better than anything my mind could’ve conjured up.

I tilt my head, trembling as he nips my earlobe, grazing my skin with his teeth and sucking on it. The slight twinge of pain and the rush of pressure that follows wrangles a cry from my lips as I throw my arms around his neck, clinging hard.

Roman’s hand yanks my towel away, and he grabs my waist, pulling me flush to his body. My nipples harden as they rubagainst his damp shirt, the delicious friction driving me reckless. His hand slides lower, cupping my ass and squeezing as he tilts his lips.

I can feel him—his arousal straining against his pants, pressed between my thighs, and the ache in my stomach swells and tightens until I’m reaching for his pants and tugging desperately at his zipper.

“Patience,” he murmurs, grabbing my wrists and pinning them behind my back. He lifts his head, and I open my eyes when I feel him staring at me. “You’remine, remember?” His hand slides down my chest, cupping my breasts.

I shudder as his fingers pinch my nipple, tugging and teasing. “Mine,” he repeats. My back arches and a tear runs down my face as he keeps my hands from touching him while he wreaks havoc on my body.

His fingers drift lower, pausing below my stomach. My legs spread, and my knees buckle. My fingers dig into his arm as his thumb slides over my clit, rubbing me slowly.

His name slips out as a plea, a long, drawn-out plea for more. Guiding me with his arm around my waist, he leads me to the bed.

“I want you on all fours,” he orders.

I climb up shakily, bracing my palms and my knees on his sheets. I watch as he slides his head underneath me, lying down with his legs hanging off the edge of the bed. “Sit.”

“Sit?” I blink twice, puzzled.

He doesn’t repeat the order. But his tongue, touching my clit, forces me down on his face as my body jerks violently.

“Fuck. Fuck.” I’m unable to form a coherent thought as his tongue swirls, slipping into my pussy and licking my clit. My head falls forward, my hair spilling over my face as I fist the sheets, tremors racking me to the bone. A cry rips out of my throat as his mouth closes around my core, sucking firmly.

It’s too much. Too fucking much. And yet, I want more.

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