Page 109 of Downfall

Her legs jerk, her fingers flail, she’s shut her eyes so tightly and that mouth of hers, the way it opens, the way it gasps out each miniscule moment of her orgasm.

“There’s my good girl.” I taunt. “There’s the Rose I love.”

She whimpers, her body sagging but I’m not stopping here. I’m not leaving this here. I’ve already made her come once since I retuned and we both know she continued to pretend. I’m going to fuck all the last of her resistance out of her. I’m going to fuck her over and over until she can’t even think straight. Until the only word she can utter is my name.

I pick up her up, toss her over my shoulder, not caring that she’s all but naked right now and I march out of the office, down the hall and to my room.

She starts twisting, moving, trying to get free and I toss her onto the bed.

She glares at me then looks around. I can see she wants to argue. To say some shit about how we shouldn’t be doing this and I smirk, undoing my shirt, undoing my belt.

“Roman…” She murmurs with that same warning tone in her voice.

But I’m on her, pushing her back, laying her out so I can sink my cock into her.

“Roman…” She says again but this time it’s less of a refusal and more of a moan.

I capture her lips, grasp her face in my hands and then push my cock into her as her body welcomes me home.

We both moan in unison. Fuck she’s still so tight, so damn perfect. For a minute I think I forget myself. Forget my name. Forget everything. I’ve found nirvana. I’ve found my reprieve. I’ve found the very meaning of life.

She wraps her legs tight around me, digs her nails into my skin.

But I can’t resist the taunt. I can’t resist the twist of the knife. “Tell me Rose, who do I compare to your dead husband? How do I compare to Paris?”

Her eyes widen. She grabs my throat, pulling me down so we’re practically nose to nose. “You’re nothing like him.” She says and then she loses what tiny bit of restraint she’s been holding onto.

She starts rolling her hips, fucking me like I’m her salvation. I grab her, half snarling as I fuck her just as hard in return.

We’re both lost now.

Both gasping, grabbing, biting at each other.

I run my teeth along her skin. I trace those beautiful curves as my cock slides in and out. She’s gripping me so tightly I wonder how long I can last. Every move of her muscles, every caress, it’s all coming back, the memories, the way we were.

My heart swells in my chest, I grab her head, forcing her to look at me.

“I fucking love you.” I growl, staring at her face, wanting to see her reaction. Needing to see it too.

Rose

My eyes widen at his words. At those words.

I didn’t mean to do this. To take it this far.

My plan was to sneak in, at worst have some sort of conversation. But I wasn’t going to cross the line. I wasn’t going to fuck him.

And yet here I am, on his bed, writhing beneath him, feeling his incredible cock hitting that spot that makes me lose myself.

I let out another moan. I don’t want to reply. I don’t want to admit what I feel. That I love him. That I’ve always loved him. That I’ve never stopped loving him.

And yet right now I’ve already betrayed him. I’ve stabbed him in the back.

Just as he did me.

In the few minutes it took for him to get the champagne I’d sent my father the address I’d found written on some of the papers. I don’t know if it means anything. I don’t know what’s there. But it’s enough.

Enough to give me what I want.

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