Page 83 of House of Darkness
“I want you to scream my name when I fuck you. Do you understand?”
“People would hear,” I whimpered, rocking back again—damn it, he needed to speed up.
“I want them to hear. I want every single person on this planet to know you’re mine.” A sensation like warm liquid spiraled up my thighs. His shadows twisted around me, pinning me in place like ropes.
His fingers left to grip my thighs, the cords of his power wrapping around me. His other hand twisted viciously into my hair. I whined at the absence, but my protest was cut off as he slammed into me in one swift stroke. “Oh my god, Roman!”
“That’s it, take it, good girl,” he purred, pulling out to the tip before slamming back in again.
I tightened at his words. God, it was so wrong, but I loved his praise. Iwantedto be good for him. Everything—from his fist tugging at my roots to the feeling of him completely filling me—was a blinding pleasure I never wanted to stop. There was nothing tender or sweet about this. This was a claiming, and I was ready to be completely, utterly his.
“Tell me again, doll,” he groaned, leaning over me once more, driving deeper.
“I love you.”
He moaned, and I grinned at how the words unraveled him.
“You’re mine,” he growled.
“I’m yours.”
“Fuck,” he moaned, grabbing my hip once more to drive deeper,picking up the vicious pace. “Good girl, baby. Fucking perfect.”
My eyes fluttered shut at his words, letting pleasure wash over me until all I knew was him. I loved the abuse, loved that he knew I could take it and enjoy it just as much as he did. I tugged against the restraints, doing my best to rock back and meet him with every stroke.
Those restraints morphed like liquid, spiraling up my stomach, twisting around my breasts, and finishing in a tight collar around my neck. Roman wrapped an arm around my waist, using his strength and power to guide me to my knees, my back pressed to his front.
It was perfect. Every inch of his body sent shockwaves through me, and his moans filled my ears like a symphony. His free hand slid between my thighs, rubbing my most sensitive spot in tantalizing circles.
“Roman,” I shivered against his touches, my mind barely able to function amidst the onslaught of sensations raking through me. “I’m going to come.”
He groaned in approval. “I want to feel that sweet pussy come around my cock, doll. I want to hear you scream my name, knowing I’m the only one who will ever make you feel this fucking good.”
I let my head fall back against his shoulder, and then he bit me.
The desperate pulls from my neck combined with his cock pulsing inside me made the pleasure unbearable. I rode the wave of my orgasm, twisting against the restraints, his name spilling from my lips as I did exactly what he wanted.
He followed me over the edge, his cock throbbing as he filled me. He released my neck and pressed a kiss to the bite even as he collapsed backward, hauling me with him.
“Now you’re dripping with my cum, so you’ll be reminded exactly who this pussy belongs to,” he purred, kissing down my neck.
God, thatmouth. I pressed a kiss to his jaw. “I’ll always belong toyou. No reminders needed.”
Then I succumbed to that intoxicating embrace that stirred something primal within us both. With Roman by my side, the shadows no longer felt like a burden; they were a part of me. I had danced on the teetering edge between the light I was expected to embody and the darkness that coursed through my veins, but now I was falling into the abyss with him.
Chapter 42
ROMAN
Anything she offered, I wanted to take. My back was pressed against the headboard, and she was nestled between my legs, my hands roaming her body with tender touches. As my fingers slipped down her thighs and my lips grazed that perfect neck, she spoke in an accusatory tone. “You still haven’t said it back.”
I frowned against her skin. “Estrella, if you don’t know that I love you by now, you must be blind.”
She pulled away, meeting my gaze, her brows knitting together in that familiar way that warned me she was ready to argue. Gods damn it wasn’t fair that it made me hard. “You still haven’t said it.”
“I love you more than anything,” I purred, planting a kiss on her temple, savoring the smile that bloomed in response. “But that’s not enough, my love. You’re my everything—the light that brings meaning to my darkness. I’m not just in love; I’m fucking obsessed with you.”
The words poured from the depths of my cold, dead heart, finally ignited to life.
