Page 5 of Downfall

I watch her go. Ben watches her too and as his eyes flit to mine I wonder why he still has never made a move. Perhaps he fears my reaction. Perhaps he thinks he’s not good enough for her. Would I sleep better knowing he was in her bed, protecting her? Perhaps.

“If you want I will be there. In the crowd.” He says.

“You’re too noticeable.” I say glancing at the scar the slices down the left side of his face.

“Then how do you plan to do any of this?” He asks. “Nobody knows we are here but I doubt that will remain a secret for all that long.”

I smile. “You forget old friend, I’m used to operating from the shadows. I’ve spent the last six years in the dark.”

He narrows his eyes, choosing in that moment not to argue further but a part of him is right; I won’t be able to stay concealed forever. Besides that’s not my plan. What revelry is there in revenge if the person you’re taking it from doesn’t realise who exactly wields the blade? The city will know I am here. But they will learn it on my terms. It’s just a case of timing.

Rose

“Montague.” The name slips from my lips as I writhe against his body. It shouldn’t be that name. Everything in my blood screams against it and yet still this man sets me on fire. From the moment our eyes met across that expanse, I knew.

He growls in response. His body pushing me harder into the wall. His hand pushing further inside me.

I moan, my legs shaking, threatening to give way but he doesn’t stop. And I don’t want him too. Despite my protestations to the contrary. Despite the insults I hurled.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” He says. “Little Rose Capulet, being ravaged by her enemy at her own birthday party.”

“Fuck you.” I snarl but it sounds pitiful. I sound pitiful.

“Ssssh.” He says his face right up against my ear. “It’s okay to like what you like.” His fingers thrust mercilessly but I’m not complaining. My body is loving it. I am loving it.

“I don’t like you.” I say through gritted teeth.

He chuckles. “Then why are we here? Why did you pull up your dress for me huh?”

I groan. I want to blame the alcohol but I haven’t had any, at least not enough to get me drunk. I want to blame him too. To say this is all Roman, that he’s forcing himself on me but that’s not true either.

I did want this. I wanted him.

I wanted to make a point. I wanted to prove that I have some autonomy over my own body, over my own choices.

I can feel his dick poking into me through his jeans and for a fleeting moment I wonder why he hasn’t made me touch him, but then I’m relieved he hasn’t, if he does he’ll realise how inexperienced I am and he might just give this all up, move onto a girl that knows how to actually pleasure him.

I shudder again. His other hand moves to cup my breast. I arch my back further into him and he slides his hand under my bra and pinches my nipple hard.

My breath catches and I bite my lip to not give myself away.

“Don’t hide those moans.” He says. “You got yourself into this, might as well enjoy the ride.”

I nod. He’s right. In so many ways.

My body leaks more arousal, I can feel it dripping down my thighs. He’s doing it on purpose, teasing me but not letting me come and I feel so close to tears, to utter desperation.

“Please…” I gasp.

“Please what?”

“I want to…” I trail off. Too embarrassed to say the words. Too embarrassed to admit what I want.

“You want to come is that it?” He murmurs.

I nod, my head sliding against his, feeling the stubble of his cheek.

“Beg me Rose. Beg for Roman Montague to make you come.”

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