Page 6 of Downfall

He’s taunting me. I hate him for it but a part of me loves it. I shake my head. Refusing to say it. Refusing to play his little game.

He curls his fingers, teasing me more, and my legs shake violently. “You wanted this Rose. Don’t you dare pretend otherwise. You like my hands on you. You like the feel of my fingers in that pretty cunt of yours.”

I groan. Giving in. Not good enough at this game to play it with any skill. “Please Roman.”

“Please what?”

“Please make me come.” I gasp the words, my face flushing so red I’m pleased the darkness hides it.

He growls, pulling me tighter and his fingers find my clit. I let out a moan so loud I swear anyone nearby can hear.

“You’re going to come Rose. You’re going to come but when you do remember who’s fingers got you there. Remember who got you off.”

I lean back into him, surrendering in every way I can. I start to shriek, my body jerking, my eyes rolling back and he has to jam his hand on my mouth to silence me. But his other hand continues to pleasure me, making my body soar, making me see stars.

When I slump against him he stops and for a moment we both stay where we are, concealed in this alleyway, in silence.

He puts my underwear back in place, pulls my dress back down but his body is still up against mine, still keeping me where I am, pressed between him and the brick wall.

“Roman.” I whisper his name. It’s the first time I’ve said it in a way that isn’t lust filled or scathing.

I can hear his breathing. I can feel his body heat. He didn’t get off and I wonder for a moment what he got out of this. Will he use this against me? Will this one potentially stupid moment of rebellion haunt me now?

“Rose.” He murmurs. He pulls my hair to the side, exposing my neck. I don’t look back at him. I just stay still, facing the wall, waiting for whatever comes next as reality starts to sink in. “You’re trouble do you know that?”

I bite my lip, bite back the grin. No one has ever called me trouble. I’m the complete opposite. I’m the obedient one, while my cousins Tyrone and Tybalt are the real troublemakers.

Except I just let my enemy finger fuck me in an alleyway after sneaking out of my own party.

“I didn’t mean…” I begin but it feels weird trying to justify it.

His lips brush against my neck. “Definitely trouble.” He says.

“Then what are you Roman?”

He tilts his head. “Maybe I’m the one who’s going to tame you.”

I scoff. “No you aren’t.”

He chuckles before lowering his mouth to my neck and sucking hard. I jerk but I can’t throw him off. “I’ve marked you now. You’re mine.” He teases.

I turn my head glaring at him as I palm the spot. He’s given me a hiccy. A god damn hiccy. How the hell am I going to hide that from my mother’s piercing eyes?

“If anyone sees…” I begin.

“Tell them it was me.” He says proudly.

“Like hell.” I snap going to push past. He grabs me pulling me back.

“You’re just going to pretend this didn’t happen is that it?” He says.

I pause staring up at him. I didn’t think about the consequences when I got him to follow me. I figured he’d see this as a onetime thing. I hoped it was. That all the need inside me would be sated afterwards.

“You don’t want to?” I murmur, ignoring the voice in my own head that is practically screaming for more.

His face reacts, his eyes drop, betraying him as he stares at my body. “No.”

“Oh.” I gasp. God why isn’t there some sort of rule book for this? I don’t know how to act. I don’t know what to say.

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