Page 52 of Fractured Loyalties
His words are like fucking magic. I clench around him, shuddering with every thrust, as the pleasure builds in my core. The photos that scattered under my ass scrape against my skin, a thousand tiny reminders that he’s been watching me, owning me, since before I even knew he existed.
And it only makes me love this moment more.
He fucks me as if he’s trying to erase all the other people in my head, as if I’m it. And maybe I amitfor him.
“Fuck, Ivy,” he groans, his head tipping back, but his eyes still holding mine. “Fuck,fuck, fuck.”
His voice is too much, and my body launches into an orgasm. It’s violent, a total whiteout that makes me forget my name—so I scream his instead.
“There it is,” he groans out as my pussy pulses around him, clenching his cock inside of me. “I’m gonna blow.”
He growls low and buries his face in my shoulder before he empties himself inside me, his hips grinding deep until the tremors stop. Then for a moment, there’s nothing but the hiss of our breathing, the smell of sex, and the sound of a dozen photos fluttering to the floor as we pull apart.
Roman steps back first, wiping the sweat from his brow. I slide off the desk, my knees barely working, and he reaches out to steady me. He grabs my shorts and in total silence, helps me step into them before pulling them up for me.
“Are you going to tell anyone you’re fucking your stepbrother?” he asks, his big hands still on my waist.
“Are you?” I shoot back as I peek upward, holding his eyes.
He grins, his lower lip bleeding slightly. “Not if you don’t. But you do need to get back to your room. Let me take the risk of walking these halls,not you.Ivy… This place… This place isn’t safe.”
The warning in his voice has my heart skipping a few beats, but I just nod, edging toward the door. My legs are unsteady, and I worry that the second I step out into the hall, I might lose it.
Roman’s hand clamps on my wrist as I reach the handle. “Wait… Ivy, one more thing.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
His face darkens, sending an eerie wave of fear through me. “If youevertell anyone about those pictures, I’ll make sure they find worse things in your room. Understood?”
I nod. He lets go and backs up a few steps.
Maybe we aren’t so close.
I open the door and step out, closing it behind me. The hallway is dark and cold. My heartbeat is still in my ears. I make it halfway back to my room before the lights snap on…
While I’m still in Roman’s wing.
I freeze. Irena is at the end of the hall, her bathrobe cinched tight, her face a perfect mask of suspicion and disdain.
“What are you doing out here?” she says, her eyes narrowing at me.
I try to swallow, but my throat is tight. “I… I couldn’t sleep.”
Irena’s eyes flick to somewhere behind me, then to the shorts I’m wearing, then back to my face. “Were you in your brother’s room?”
My skin pricks. “I just… I needed help with chemistry. We have a test tomorrow.”
She stares at me for a beat, then waves me onward. “Well, I highly doubt he would be much help. Get to bed.Now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I dip my head and rush past her, almost breaking into a jog to put as much distance between us as possible. I keep up the pace the rest of the way to my own room and collapse on the bed, still smelling Roman’s sweat and his need on my skin. I lie there, staring at the ceiling, replaying every second.
I should be terrified. I should be angry and repulsed. I should be plotting a way out.
But all I can do is picture the look on his face when he saw me with the photos, when he pinned me to the desk, and then when I gave in.
I think Iwantto be his obsession.
Twenty-One
