Page 18 of Dark Romeo

“You have no idea what I’m going to do to this ass when I get you alone,” he said.

“Why don’t you tell me?” I replied in a voice I barely recognized. All the blood was rushing to my head, making me dizzy.

“I’m going to bend you over, peel your underwear off.” He paused. “Peel it off,” he repeated. “I’ll be lucky not to hurt you when I tear them off.” He almost sounded pissed off, like it was my fault for how he was feeling. Like my lacy red underwear offended him. “I’ll be gentle first, lull you into a false sense of security; I’ll knead these gorgeous globes, kiss them, lick them, give them a love bite or two…”

I gulped.

“Then when you least expect it…” A crack sounded and a flare of pain spread across my left ass cheek. Then warm pleasure flooded through me replacing the pain. I let out a low moan. “I’ll slap both cheeks ’til they’re red and hot, and your pussy is swollen and dripping.”

I shivered as the images he promised me assaulted my mind. “And then?” I begged, the desperation clear in my voice.

I could almost feel him grinning.

“Then I’m going to part your cheeks and bury my face into your wet folds. I’m going to lick along your crease, spreading your juices until you’re wet from front to back.

The blood had stopped rushing to my head. It was all going to my core now, that whole area swelling, filling with blood, throbbing like a second heartbeat. I stifled a moan as he walked into the hotel lobby, ignoring the surprised greeting of the doorman. The sudden change of light and the image of his tongue between my legs blinded me. He walked past the late-night hotel staff on reception. I was grateful my face was hidden by my hair.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “I can smell how much you want me and I haven’t even touched you. You smell so fucking sweet. I can’t wait to taste you.”

Dear God. Could these hotel staff smell my lust too? Could they hear him? My cheeks burned with heat. Which only added to the internal fire.

He rode up in the elevator with me still over his shoulder. He only put me down once we arrived in front of what I suspected was his hotel suite. Right on the top floor. My head spun and not just because the blood in my body was trying to re-figure out which way was up.

He held me up against the door with his arms on either side of me, preventing me from falling over. “Once we get in there, you’re mine.”

I licked my lips and stared into his hooded eyes, burning like black fire. “What does that mean?”

“That means, whatever I want, you’re giving me. Is that clear?”

“Whatever you want?” I squeaked out.

“I can see you, Julianna. You like to control every aspect of your life. It will be hard for you to give it up. You’ll fight me. That’s okay, I like a little fight. But fight me knowing that I will win.”

Through my fog of desire rose the first sign of hesitation. A realization that if I said yes, I would be giving in to a man, a fully matured man, powerful and aggressive. He was nothing like the boys I dallied with before. I was in way over my head.

There was a part of me that sensed the darkness that lay within the depths of this beautiful creature. Run! a voice inside me screamed before it was lost in a wave of heat as he parted my legs with his knee and pressed his thigh against my sensitive core. With his hands on my hips, he ground me onto him. “I could make it so, so good for you. Only if you just…give in to me.” He had to stop that, what he was doing with his thigh, with his hips against me. I could feel the length of his hardness between us. I ached for it to be inside me. “This is your last chance to say no.”

I grabbed his shirt, crushing it in my hands, rocking myself against his thigh, in complete awe of this wild woman he had turned me into. “No fucking chance.”

His face split into that gorgeous grin. He lunged for me.

We poured into that hotel suite, door banging against the wall behind me, his hands going up the hem of my skirt and gripping my ass, pulling me up onto him, my legs hooking around his waist, his hard length against my belly. I was near insane, tugging at his shirt and his belt. I barely noticed the suite as we ricocheted off walls and furniture, a single beast of tongues and hands, all the way to the large bedroom, pouring our groans into each other’s mouths. Somewhere along the way my heels had been kicked off.

At the foot of the bed, he placed me down on the plush carpet. He tore his mouth off me and placed his forehead on mine, our chests heaving in and out, begging for the air that we’d stolen from each other. It was the calm before the storm. A pause. A moment. We both needed it.

He spun me around. With one hand flat on my back, bent me over to kneel on the bed, like he promised. The gush of wetness added to my already soaking underwear. His hands pushed the hem of my dress up over my hips, cold air swirling around my bare legs. His hands traced the small of my back, over my curves and down my thighs.

“Red. Lacy. Like,” he muttered. He’d become incoherent.

I looked back at him over one shoulder. He was staring at my ass up in the air for him. I felt so dirty and vulnerable in this position. I’d never let myself be this vulnerable in front of any man. I shouldn’t like it. But I did. I fucking did. “Are you trying to say that you like my panties?”

He looked up and caught my eye. “I fucking love them. And I’m really, really sorry.” Before I could ask why, he ripped my underwear right off me, the room filling with the noise of tearing lace and the sound of my gasp.

Oh. Right. He had warned me earlier he was going to do that.

Cool air rushed across my wet exposed sex, making it tingle. I heard him groan. It sounded so close to my naked lips. I should feel degraded having a stranger’s face practically in my pussy. But the way he was looking at me, a mixture of lust and awe, I felt powerful. I felt sexy.

“Jesus Christ,” he said, “your ass looks incredible from this angle.”

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