Page 77 of Dark Romeo

The front door slammed shut. That was so close. Too close. But I could barely feel relieved.

I was alone again. With a naked Roman. In his bed.

I could feel his cock along my aching core—God only knows how he managed to stay hard this entire time: his hips still pressing up against my ass, making all those delicious feelings from that night wave through my body. I pushed back against him and let out a whimper.

A crack went through the air and pain flared across my ass as his palm came down on me. I let out a yelp and tried to crawl away but he held my hips with an iron grip.

“You came into the home of a known criminal with no fucking panties on,” he said, his voice rumbling with fury. “What the fuck were you thinking? Huh?”

“I didn’t?—”

Another smack of his hand sent more fire through me, cutting off my lies. Pain turned to a wave of pleasure. His cockhead pressed at my entrance and my head spun. Oh god. I ached so much.

“Is this what you came for?” he taunted, rubbing himself along my entrance.

“No,” I moaned as I pushed back, searching for more.

“Dirty little liar,” he growled, refusing to give me what I wanted, dipping the tip of his cock just inside me, torturing me. “Tell the truth.”

“I…” I wanted him so bad. “I don’t want…”

“Then why are you so wet, Jules?” He bent over me, caging me, and reached around with his fingers to find my clit. Pleasure jolted through me, causing my brain to short circuit. “Why are you gushing all over my fucking fingers?"

“Stop,” I moaned, my hips bucking, unsure anymore of what I was even asking for. “Please…”

“Please what?” he demanded, his fingers rubbing my clit in circles.

We shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be letting him do this. So why couldn’t I stop him?

Why couldn’t he stop?

“Please…” I begged.

“Fuck, you make me crazy,” he growled as he slammed his cock into me. Pleasure exploded through me as he filled me, hitting that spot deep in my pussy. All I could do was grip the sheets as he pounded me, hard, like he was trying to break me. Like he was punishing me. With his fingers working my clit like a maestro, I couldn’t hold back.

I let out a scream as my world shattered. As my vision went white and my body shuddered as the orgasm waved over me. Over and over. I sagged onto the bed, my breath coming out as small cries.

“Fuck.” Roman launched off me as if my skin was suddenly burning him. I blinked, trying to clear my head from the orgasm, wondering what the hell had just happened.

I rolled around to face him.

He stood there, leaning with one hand against the furthest wall, his chest heaving, staring at me as if he couldn’t believe what he had just done—what we had just done.

Feeling self-conscious, I pulled my dress down to cover myself. “Roman?”

He strode out of the bedroom. I rearranged my dress and buttoned up the front as I followed him. He stood in front of his large TV, remote in his hand, still gloriously buck naked, although his erection had softened.

“What are you doing?” I asked, coming up behind him.

He didn’t answer. His shoulders seemed to tense as I drew to his side. He turned the TV on, flicking through the channels until a black and white view of the front of the building showed onscreen. I flinched as Abel strode out. It must be the security live feed. We were both silent as we watched Abel get into a black SUV passenger seat; it then peeled away from the curb.

Roman turned off the TV and threw the remote onto one of the cream leather couches. I instinctively took a step back as he turned to face me, fury rolling off him like hot waves, his beautiful features twisted. For a moment, I felt a shiver of real fear zapping down my spine.

“Leave.”

“I haven’t?—”

“Leave now. Don’t ever come back here again.”

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