Page 18 of Toxic Things I Love About You

He smirked and placed my ass on the counter in the kitchen.

“Why are we here? The bed is that way.”

The way he looked at me was not promising. Something about the way he took in my appearance, the way his eyes trailed my body, was something between lust and, oh hell.

“Emilee,” he said and pulled out something from his jacket that I’d been wearing. That I should have noticed hours ago. Except I hadn’t because I was riding a high from the last orgasm or three and then the guy downstairs.

“Will you marry me?”

I relaxed my legs this time and let him move. He didn’t, but he could have. I sucked in a breath.

“You were serious?”

He popped the lid of the ring box.

“As serious as I am about taking out every single person out there trying to hurt you.”

I heard him, and this was a far better proposal so far. But hell, the ring.

“That’s huge. I can’t keep that clean if I’m walking around cutting people’s throats.”

He looked at it and back at me.

“This is for the public. Events. Day-to-day life that says fuck off, she’s taken. We will get you a ring for when we need to take care of the dirtier business. So? Is that a yes?”

I smirked.

“Put your cock in me and give me an orgasm and then I’ll answer.”

He laid the box down next to us and I had exactly two seconds to take a second glance at it before I heard the zipper of his pants.

“Your wish is my pleasure, Butterfly.”

He claimed my lips at the same time he grabbed my hips and pulled me to the very edge of the counter. My entire body shivered at the feel of the head of his rock hard cock against my tight entrance. I was wet and so damn ready, and he knew it.

He slammed into me without any warning and all I felt was the delicious pain as he stretched me in one quick movement.

I moaned into his kiss. He pulled away.

“You don’t come until you give me an answer.”

He was buried inside me, his thickness pressing against every nerve ending. My body wanted him. I tried to move my hips, but I wasn’t in the position to force him to do anything.

“Roman, don’t make me beg for an orgasm, that’s not fair,” I begged.

He pulled out just enough to tease me as he thrust back in.

“You’re making me beg for a serious answer. Seems like we’re both begging for something. The difference is, you have the power to end both of our suffering.”

He had me under his control. I ran my finger over his chest.

“You really want to marry me? It’s not for the money or the drugs?”

He laughed, and I moaned at the feel of his cock shifting inside of me with every vibration of his laugh.

“I thought we already established that I already own you, Butterfly. This is me telling you I want you. Say you will be mine forever.”

He pulled out a little further before thrusting his cock back in, and then stopped again.

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