Page 42 of Sinister

“Rome.” I place my palms onto his abs and they tense under my touch.

Leaning down so his face is closer to mine, he studies my face for something I hope he sees. I know we both can feel it, this feels different to all the other times we’ve been in such close contact. The sexual tension mixed with anger bouncing between us is about to explode and I know I’m not imagining it.

Without saying a word, he takes my hand and drags me through the crowd. I go willingly, not even trying to escape his tight grip on my hand. He leads me upstairs and I know there are eyes on us, watching every movement, but I don’t give a fuck. I need to talk to my best friend in private.

We hurriedly walk past at least half a dozen doors before he stops abruptly in front of one that has a carved wooden plaque on it with Bentley Suite stamped into the wood. Rome digs into his pocket and retrieves his card, swiping it across the lock. It clicks loudly and without hesitating, he pushes the door open and drags me in after him.

“Rome,” I say in the pitch black room. Memories of my stalker at the party and flashes of his balaclava concealed face ramp up my anxiety when the dim lights suddenly turn on.

Rome is on me at once, gripping my waist in his large hands and walking me backward into the wall. My gaze is fixated on the dark inferno behind his eyes and it takes me a few seconds to remember to breathe. Drawing in a lungful of air, I barely have time to exhale when Rome’s mouth crashes into mine. He’s hungry and rough, devouring my whole body with his hands and mouth. My eyes flutter shut as I give in to the years I’ve wanted to be eaten alive by this man.

Running my hands through his tousled dark hair, I pull him closer to me, not wanting this to be a fever dream again. In my mind this isn’t real, this couldn’t possibly be real as he never wants to touch me like this.

Breaking the kiss, he moves back slightly to stare at me, struggling to make sense of the turmoil in his mind. “Monroe,” he breathes heavily.

I stand wrapped in his arms wanting him to kiss me again, but I don’t dare move, scared if I make the slightest movement this all will go up in a cloud of smoke and I’ll wake up. His tongue slides across his bottom lip as he tries to form words, but his voice is lost. Swallowing hard, I watch the movement of his throat and wonder when he’ll come to his senses.

He's so close, I can feel his heart racing through his chest, he’s as anxiety riddled as me. But I can’t let him change his mind, this is us now. I don’t care if this breaks us afterward, I need this more than I’ve needed anything. His gaze darkens, drawing me in further and drowning me in his desire.

Rising up to press my lips to his, he groans into my mouth but doesn’t pull away. I explore his lips with mine, and he responds with the same neediness. Our bodies are entwined together, pulling each other tighter, both afraid this will end any minute.

Rome’s tongue dives into my mouth, dancing with mine as he moves us toward the bed, never breaking the kiss. He slides my dress from my overheated body allowing it to pool at my feet, and at the same time I unbutton his shirt, ripping a few buttons off in my haste. Breaking the kiss, he tears the rest of his clothes off, never taking his hot gaze off me.

He steps into me as I stand there in just my G-string, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me into him. “Are you sure?” he asks with doubt etched into his voice.

“I need you inside me,” I whisper into the night air.

Without hesitating, he lays me down onto the silky sheets and nestles between my legs. “You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts.” He peppers kisses up my neck, over my jawline until his lips touch mine again.

I grind my hips against him and he hisses into my mouth, pausing his kissing and pressing his forehead to mine. I push up again, needing the friction of him between the apex of my legs. I can feel his hardness pressing against me and I slowly move my hand to reach between us. Rome doesn’t move but he doesn’t stop me either. The deep line between his eyebrows begs me to stop but I don’t. I grip his thick cock in my hand and every muscle in his body tenses.

“Fuck.” He buries his head into my shoulder as I stroke his long thick cock. “You’re going to ruin me.”

“I want you, Rome. I’ve wanted this forever.” I position the head of his dick against my panties and rub myself with him.

He jumps up, kneeling between my legs and in one motion, pulls my panties off. Leaning over me, he opens the draw and searches for something in it, revealing a black condom packet with the club logo on it. He tears it open and keeps his carnal gaze on me as he sheathes himself.

Hovering over me, he glances down to where his hips meet mine and slowly drags his gaze over my stomach, lingering on my breasts and finally his eyes settle on mine. Something behind his darkness tells me he is still unsure about this. “I’m going to get skinned alive for this.” His uncertainty turns to something devious as he grins down at me and presses his body to mine.

“Please,” I almost beg and roll my hips under him.

Positioning his tip against my opening, he pushes in slightly and I wince. “Tell me to stop if it hurts too much.” He pushes in a little further, not taking his eyes off me. “I want to watch you take all of me.” He peppers gentle kisses against my lips.

“Please don’t stop.” I moan into his mouth, kissing him deeply and rocking my hips against him.

He takes this as permission and pushes his cock into me slowly. I gasp in response and roll my hips to let him know everything is okay. My nerves wash away in the heat of the moment, and I run my hands up his back and wrap them around his neck as he slowly moves in and out. The stinging and burning is bearable and I realize I’m still slightly sore from last time. I ignore the slight pain and move in time with him, letting him know with my body that he can pick up his pace.

Moaning into my mouth, he cups my breast in his large hand and kneads it in time to his slow deep thrusts, pinching my nipple between his expert fingertips and sending sparks of desire through me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, my pussy clenches around his dick as his movements deepen and quicken, making my veins tingle with each thrust. The overwhelming emotions and sensations building inside me as he hits my clit with each movement, has me clawing at his back.

“I’m so fucking jealous I wasn’t the first one to fuck your tight little cunt,” Rome growls as he grips my ass in his hands, and angles my body to deepen his thrusts. “Tell me it should have been me.”

“It was always meant to be you,” I breathe deeply as his pounding intensifies.

“This pussy is mine, Monroe. You’re fucking mine.” His voice vibrates through his chest as he moves, biting down on the sensitive flesh on my neck.

I cry out in pleasurable pain, trembling from the intensity and it sends me over the edge. My orgasm rips through me in shockwave after shockwave of pure pleasure.

“Holy fuck,” I choke as my pussy pulsates around his dick.

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