Page 25 of Toxic Things I Love About You

I swear I could hear the smirk on his face, or maybe I just knew him all too well.

His body weight left, and my skirt was pushed up around my waist. His hand rubbed one cheek of my ass as he spoke.

“You really think that’s true?”

What had I said? Oh right. “Sure.”

I swallowed and waited for his touch, or whatever he would do to me. My body was begging for anything. More. All of him.

“You believe you can leave me and marry anyone?”

Oh, that’s what he was asking. I didn’t have to answer though because his hand came down across my ass and the sting sent heat straight through me and down to my pussy. His finger trailed over my skin, down to my slit, where he dipped a finger inside me.

“You like that, don’t you? You like to push me until I’m pissed off?”

I just moaned.

I heard his zipper before I felt the soft velvet of the head of his cock. Still, the second he thrust inside me, stretching me in one long and punishing stroke, I was lost.

He pulled out just enough, but still left himself inside me, and it was not enough.

I tried to push myself back onto him, but his hands held my hips.

“Still think you could leave?”

“Could? Sure.”

He slammed back into me.

“Want?” I said as I sucked in a breath.

“What do you want, Emilee?”

He pulled out again, and this time I knew he was waiting for my answer.

“You, Roman. Only you.”

He slammed into me.

“That’s my good girl.”

He quickened his pace, my hips hitting the edge of the table, and I just didn’t care.

Heat coiled tighter and tighter. Thrust after thrust, breathing became optional and the world faded away between every cry and moan until I screamed out his name and the world shattered.

My core pulsed around him, but he fucked me harder, pushing me over the invisible edge again.

“You are mine, Emilee,” he bit out, and then the heat of him filled me as he came.

He was right. I wasn’t going anywhere. But fucking hell.

“Punish me again, Romy-poo.”

Of course my legs were weak, and I wasn’t sure I could even come for him again. He pulled out and slid back in slowly so I could feel every inch of him, still hard even having just come inside me.

“Be a good girl and I promise you I will reward you just the way you want.”

The walls of my pussy constricted at that, and I realized he was right. I was addicted to him.

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