Page 37 of Downfall

“Hmmm?” His hands trace up my lower legs, claiming each new inch of my flesh as he does. “I suppose you want me to make it up to you?”

“I expect you to.” I gasp. Heat is already bursting from my core. I’m struggling not to just reach down and claim him.

Another chuckle reverberates through his chest. “So demanding.” He replies.

“It’s what I deserve.” I state.

I can practically feel the smirk on his lips. He pulls the covers off and I stare down at where his head is now angled perfectly between my thighs. “I’ll show you what you deserve Trouble.” He says hooking his thumbs under the elastic band of my thong, sliding it down painstakingly slowly.

“Sit on your hands.” He orders and I do it, folding them under me as if I’m bound.

“We have to be quiet.” I say. “Father is still up.”

He quirks and eyebrow. “Is that so?” He says curling up the thong and before I can register it he shoves it into my mouth. I can taste it, my arousal. I want to protest, to yank it out but I’m too into this to do it. So I lay there, like a slut, with the taste of myself on my tongue, and I spread my thighs wider, expectantly.

He grins again, clearly enjoying the improved view. “I’m going to make you come Rose.” He says as his tongue traces up my centre.

I whimper, arching my back, immediately seeking more. Always seeking more.

“Christ you’re wet.” He says. “Dripping in fact. Is the thought of me ruining you that arousing?”

I moan in response. Yes. Yes it fucking is.

He licks again. Taking his time, tasting me slowly as if this is about his need and not mine. I whimper, I shimmy more desperate for him to pick up speed. “How much do you want me right now?” He says. “My little Capulet slut huh?”

I should feel embarrassment at his taunts. I should feel something at the fact that he’s degrading me but what I feel is the complete opposite. I like it. I like the way he taunts as he teases. Giving with one hand and taking so deliciously with the other.

He slides a finger inside. It’s slow. Deliberate. My body moulds around it. Welcoming it. I let out another moan and he rewards me with another finger.

I throw my head back, spreading my legs now as wide as they go. I need him to pick up pace. I need him to finish this. But I can’t exactly say that with my undies in my mouth so I give him every visual signal I can.

And Roman as always reads me like a book.

He starts thrusting, picking up speed, curling so devastatingly inside me that my moans are getting louder despite myself.

“Sshhh.” He says. “We wouldn’t want daddy Capulet to hear you would we?”

I shake my head but in this moment I’m so lust filled I don’t think I’d give that much of a damn. Let them find me, let them see exactly what Roman Montague is doing to their precious daughter, and hopefully they’ll be so shocked they’ll throw me out, disown me.

I’ll no longer be a Capulet. But I’ll be Roman’s still.

He kisses my thigh, his eyes holding my gaze as if he can hear my thoughts, as if he’s telling me that yes, he’d keep me forever. That we’ll be together no matter what.

My body coils, my legs jerk. I’m so close now it hurts. My body is covered in sweat. I scream, muffled under the lace. Roman fixes me with a look and I do it again, half in pleasure and half just to push him. I like pushing him. I like seeing his response.

He grabs a pillow stuffing it onto my face.

And then he gets back to it. Only now it’s like he’s punishing me, he thrusts harder, my body hurtling towards release. His mouth devours my skin, nips at my thigh, sucks at my clit over and over.

I lose myself, I kick out one final time and then I fall utterly under the whim of this man. Letting my body do what it wants as my eyes roll back. The pillow muffles my screams but not enough. My hands grasp at the sheets and then at Roman’s hair. I don’t care if I hurt him in this moment, I’m too lost to think of it.

“That’s it.” He groans, licking at me as I come. Lapping up every last bit as if I were a feast. “There’s my good girl.”

I lay panting with the pillow still over my face. Roman crawls up the bed pulling it off, taking my thong out, and kissing me. “You were not quiet.”

“I tried.” I say back.

He gives me a look that says it all.

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