Page 43 of Fractured Loyalties
“Roman?” she whispers, voice trembling. “What…what are you?—”
I move quickly, clapping my hand over her mouth before she can scream. She tries to twist away, but the fitting room is barely big enough for a whole spin, and I press her back against the mirror, using my body as a wall. She’s small, but she fights, a wild, silent panic that makes my cock harden instantly.
“Keep quiet,” I growl in her ear. “Unless you want every bimbo in the store to see you like this,hearyou like this. You don’t want to get caught undressed with your stepbrother, do you?”
Her eyes are enormous, her pupils blown wide as she looks up at me. She shakes her head, her lips trembling under my palm.
I let my hand drift down, sliding under her bra, and cupping the breast I’ve been dreaming about for weeks. She tries to slap me, but I pin her wrist to the wall, savoring the helpless twitch of her muscles.
“Stop it,” she breathes, but it’s lost in my hand.
“You want me to stop?” I lean in, biting the lobe of her ear, and grinding my hips against her until she can feel what she does to me. “You’re the one who’s been dreaming about this. I heard you.”
She shakes her head no, but her body betrays her. She’s quivering, and I know it’s not just with fear. I can tell the difference. Her pulse thuds against my palm as I slide my hand lower, tearing the skirt at the thigh. The fabric gives with a soft, sick sound.
Let Irena cover that bill.
I push Ivy’s panties aside, my fingers dipping into the wet of her cunt. She bites my hand, but it just makes me throb harder. I push two fingers inside, twisting and curling against the roof of her pussy.
She gasps, her breath hot against me. “Roman…”
“Ivy,” I growl, and press my lips to her neck, biting hard enough to leave a mark. “I know you missed me.”
“Roman,” she repeats my name, her voice a whimper now. “Where were you?”
“Waiting for a good time,” I murmur into her neck, desperate to have her as I rub her clit with my thumb. My cock is throbbing, aching to be inside her, but I want to make her come first, to prove that she’s mine in every way that counts.
And that’s something I’m patient enough for.
I work her clit, relentless and unforgiving. Her eyes start to glaze, her hips bucking despite herself. The air is electric, and the risk of exposure makes it ten times hotter. Every time a voicedrifts down the hall, she stiffens, but I only go harder, driving her up and over the edge.
Her head tips back against the glass, and reaches out for me, her nails digging into my skin, as her body tenses around me.
“Good girl,” I whisper into her hair. “There it is. I know you want me, Little Lamb.”
She shudders against me, the orgasm silent but explosive, her cunt squeezing around my fingers like a vice. I let her ride it out, then lift her up, lining her pussy up to my cock.
“You look so pretty like this,” I whisper, unzipping my slacks and freeing my cock. I don’t even bother to pull her panties off, just shoving them to the side. I line myself up, then slam into her, letting her hang onto my shoulders.
I fuck her hard and fast with no tenderness, just pure, unfiltered possession as we hold each other’s gazes. And suddenly, my chest feels an explosion of something so primal it aches.
I want you so bad, Ivy. To protect you from this world.
Her pretty lips part, and I lean in then, taking her mouth in a kiss. She lets out a moan, sucking my tongue into her. She clings to me like I fucking matter, and I realize it’s the first time in my life I’veeverfelt…needed.
“You’re mine,” I groan quietly, holding her gaze as her mouth pulls from away. “Mine.”
And just like that, she comes again, helpless, the tremors running up her back to her fingertips. I follow seconds later, emptying myself into her, biting down on her shoulder to stifle the groan.
When it’s over, I pull out and fix my clothes, looking at her shaking in the mirror. Her dress is a mess, her breasts free from a bra that’s disheveled on her chest.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
Especially when she’s ruined—or maybenotruined.
I lean in, my lips brushing her ear. “You’re so good, Ivy. You know that?”
She whimpers, and it causes my dick to jump to life again, but I put it away.
