Page 26 of Toxic Things I Love About You

Addiction rarely meant a happily ever after though.

“Roman?” I asked and pushed against him, forcing him to slide along the slickness coating me.

I closed my eyes at the feel of his touch lightly feathering over my ass.

“What, Emilee? Try not to test my patience all the time.”

I arched my back and allowed myself some leverage. Over my shoulder, I could see his beautiful face and smirked.

“My uncle seemed highly concerned that I wasn’t engaged to your brother. What—”

I lost my words as he wrapped his hand around my mouth, and I could feel just how hard his cock still was.

“Butterfly, don’t fucking push me to see how far I’ll take punishing you.”

I didn’t really have to wonder though. He pulled out of me and spun me around, forcing me to look at him with his come wet between my legs and my skirt around my waist.

He pulled my hand to him, placing it on his cock, forcing me to stroke him.

“I think a better punishment for you might be to withhold sex. Don’t you?”

I couldn’t stop my gasp as he pulled my hand away.

“That’s not very nice. Besides, I’m pretty sure you would crack first.”

He smirked as I watched him tuck his already hardening cock away.

“No. No, you don’t. Roman, you don’t tease me like that. You give me your cock now and I promise I’ll behave.”

I was pretty sure he knew that was impossible, but he slipped his hands around my waist and put me back on the table. He didn’t stop me from freeing his erection either. He slid his length over my slit but didn’t enter me.

“Roman, you’re not playing fair.”

The head of his cock sat pressed against me, but he still didn’t do anything.

“Butterfly, I promise I’d break you first. Just listen to you beg.”

Well, hell. But he fucked me out of my mind so I couldn’t think too long on it. Future Emilee would be pissed later.

NINE

roman

The chair was comfy.I’d give my brother the credit that he sure had good taste for furniture he never used. The desk was at the right height to rest my feet on. Now he just needed to show up.

I checked my watch. The little shit should be getting her soon. I’d had to leave Emilee to come here, and that pissed me off. It pissed me off that I had to investigate my brother at all. Why did her uncle know him or that Emilee had, up until a few weeks ago, been in an arrangement with him?

Nothing had been announced to the public. The investors appeared to have some knowledge, making me feel less, well, less something about taking them out one by one. It was all growing pains. Emilee couldn’t stake her claim if someone was always questioning her.

The door opened.

“Ah, wonderful. I was beginning to think you stood me up.”

My brother didn’t have a face that could scare anyone, but I supposed by the way his brow knit together, he was pissed.

“You’re in my chair.”

I looked at it as if I didn’t know.

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