Page 115 of Revenge Saints
Roman nods. “Yeah. Makes sense.”
Then his hand is under my chin, tilting my face up. His lips brush mine, but he doesn’t kiss me yet.
“I’m glad it was him, not you, princess. I can’t fuckhim, can I?”
Then he crashes his mouth to mine. I pull back and glare at him.
“You better make me come, Roman.”
He chuckles, unbuckling his belt with that slow, arrogant grace that always makes me clench.
“I will,” he murmurs. “You’ve had a long day.”
It doesn’t sound sincere.
I don’t care.
He may be cruel, twisted, dangerous, but he fucks like a goddamndemon, and tonight? I welcome the destruction.
I lay back and watch him pull his cock free, already thick, half-hard, pulsing.
“Open your mouth and suck,” he orders.
I kneel, crawling to the edge of the bed like a good little whore, his gaze darkening as I wrap my fingers around him. Two pumps and he’s hard in my hand, precum glistening at the tip.
I lean in, tongue swirling over the head beforeI take him deep.
He growls, grabs the back of my head, andshovesin.
My throat stretches, choking slightly, but I open wider. He fucks my mouth in harsh, brutal thrusts, hips snapping, balls slapping against my chin.
“Fuck, you’re a goddamn expert.” He groans, eyes locked on me.
I moan around him, gagging slightly, my pussy already wet and aching.
I stroke him while sucking, swallowing around him until he pulls me back, strings of spit still clinging to my lips.
“Open your legs, my little slut.” I shiver and lie back, spreading wide for him, breath catching when he slides my panties down, then wraps them around my throat, yanking until the pressure makes my pulse pound in my ears.
“This might hurt, princess.”
He slams into me in one savage thrust, stretching me wide, and my back bows off the bed.
“Roman!” I cry out, pain and pleasure crashing over me.
His pace is brutal, no teasing, no warmth. Just relentless, punishing thrusts. He grips the makeshift choke around my neck and pounds into me like he’s claiming every inch.
“You like this, huh?” He hisses. “You like being fucked like a filthy little toy?”
He slaps my thigh, and I moan louder.
My walls squeeze him, greedy for more, and he feels it. His cock slams deeper. I’m gasping, clawing at his back, legs wrapped tight around him.
“You think you’re in control, Bryn? You think anyone’s ever gonna fuck you like this?”
He growls and bites my shoulder, hips slamming harder.
I’m coming undone, the pressure building, my clit throbbing. “Roman, please!”
