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"Let's stay here,” I informed him when he hung up the phone. “I just…I just want to make sure there's no one in the house." The decision was made, although it didn’t feel like I had much of a choice.
"There’s no one in the house, baby.” He took a seat across from me, dropping his phone on the dining table with a thud. “These envelopes were delivered by housekeeping staff, not anyone who broke in. Don't be afraid. I'm here with you. No one can ever touch you,” he assured me gently. “If you want, I won't sleep and keep watch over you." He tilted his head and melted into a soft smile, suddenly throwing anabsolutelycrazy idea into my mind.
My breath caught in my throat the more I thought about it.If we back down, then it will escalate.
The best defense is a good offense, so what was stopping us from making our own rules, just like he said?
I sauntered toward Roman, his blue eyes roaming around my body. His large, tattooed hand slid up my thigh the second I leaned against the table in front of him.
God, I loved how he looked at me. Dominant, possessive,his.
"I can think of another way to pass the night, my love." I grazed his jaw with my thumb and then traced his bottom lip. Down, down—I trailed my hand down his throat, watching the contrast between my delicate finger and his inked skin. It never ceased to flood my pussy with warmth.
The blinds were open, and the inside of the house was bright, offering any onlookers the perfect view inside.
The perfect view ofus.
“If they take a photo of us now…” I whispered, sliding onto the dining table and spreading my legs. “What do you think they’d write?” Roman’s gaze shot up into mine, his pupils blown wide as understanding hit him.
He savored the moment, taking a deep breath in, and a slow, wicked smile curled his lips. His warm hand slid up my shin, and he leaned in. “Just one word, baby…” he rasped, his eyes glazed over with need. “Wrecked.”
I barely had time to process the word. He lunged forward, devouring my mouth and sinking his fingers into the flesh of my thighs, touching me just how I liked.
Fuckyes.In one motion, he yanked me off the table and spun me around. Effortlessly, like I was a ragdoll, just his plaything. My chest pressed against the surface of the table; the photos scattered beneath me.
My breath hitched when he leaned on me, his lips at my ear. “Or maybe…” His fingers slid past my flimsy panties, swirling right at my soaked entrance. “Daddy’s filthyslut.”
Hisvoice.His voice alone could get me off, but when he said such vulgar words to me, I became mush in his hands. Compliant, obedient, desperate,begging.
The sound of his zipper sounded behind me, the anticipation forcing my back to arch, my body responding to him instinctively.
All wet, all hisstood in front of my eyes, and my pussy throbbed pitifully when his hand lifted my dress and his palm landed right on my asscheek, the sound echoing in the room.
“A—” But my gasp died on my lips when his cock thrust into me—no warning, no tease. My legs shook from such a brutal intrusion, but quickly, all of me relaxed, taking him just the way he wanted.
One hand on my waist, the other pressing into the back of my neck—Roman held me down, giving me exactly what I’d craved. And as he fucked me into the table, the world fell away.
I was his. I was safe.
And we set the rules.
45
Yes
Roman
WhilethevacationwithIsla ended on a serious note, it was a trip I’d never forget. My Isla, my Angel, my woman, spent every second with me after such an intense separation.
Back in New York, she unlocked the door to her apartment and beckoned me in, her smile unusually shy. “Um…” She bit her lip, fidgeting with my collar. “So, what are your plans now?”
I wanted her to ask me to stay even though I had zero plans to go back to L.A. anytime soon. I wanted—no—Ineededto spend every second with her to bury the memories of the pain I’d lived through during our time apart.
My smile gave it all away as I gazed down at her, the timid Isla an adorable sight. “Will you stay? With me? For a bit? I don't want you to go, and I can't leave..."
I lifted her up onto the windowsill, my answer ready. "Yes. I can be like your stay-at-home husband and cook dinner for you while you're out in the world."
She giggled, fixing a strand of my hair. Making her happy was my favorite pastime.
