Page 10 of Say It Slowly

That spark of defiance in her eyes breaks something inside me, like an ember catching on the explosive energy that flows through my veins. I grab her roughly, and she flinches, but I know the shock is all for show. This bitch is manipulative. I can’t forget that.

With a wicked smile, I pull the bodice of her dress down, over her breasts, and her hips, the fabric ripping as I yank it roughly over her thick thighs. I don’t give a fuck and I don’t stop. Her body jerks as I strip her down forcibly.

“Fucking asshole,” she spits, kicking at me, sinking her hand into my hair and pulling hard. But I’m stronger than she is, and I have no trouble enforcing my will. The dress is torn, but it comesoff her easily, until finally, she’s standing in nothing but her bra and panties.

I step back and toss her dress aside. “Take the rest of it off.”

She just stands there, staring up at me, that fucking defiance in her eyes. I told her about the darkness inside me. I’d warned her, and she’s still fucking testing me.

Curling my hands into fists, I struggle to keep the anger at bay. But thatfuckingface, and those eyes. “Take it off,” I scream, at the very edge of my patience.

Fuck, my cock is so hard now, I’ll be lucky if I get two strokes in before blowing my entire load. Just the sight of her standing in front of me, nearly naked, that spark of fire in her eyes, I could rub one off now and come so damn hard.

But I want another taste of her. If only to prove to her that this fucked-up energy between us is real.

When she still doesn’t move, I reach around and unhook her bra. Her panties are next, and I tear them, too, as I rip them from her body. I bring the small bundle of lace up to my nose and inhale, my eyes drilling into hers.

Shock registers on her face, a shock that excites me. I shove the panties into my pocket. “A souvenir,” I say with a dark smile.

Now she’s naked in front of me, her body trembling. This is the first time I’ve seen her completely naked, andfuck yes, she’s everything. She has a perfect hourglass figure, all soft, round curves, and luscious flesh. There isn’t a hard edge anywhere on her body.

She crosses her legs and reaches up to cover her breasts, but they’re so large, they spill out of her hands, refusing to be contained.

I flick my chin at the large throne that’s on the dias. “Sit on my chair,” I say roughly.

When she doesn’t move, I walk up to her and grab her jaw, pulling her face up to look directly into my eyes. “When I tell you to do something, you do it,” I bite out.

I’m not fucking around. Not now.

She winces under my harsh grip, but she gets the message, because when I let go, she turns and storms up the dias, sitting gingerly on the very edge of my throne, looking far too proper for the whore I know she is.

I approach, then take her wrists, and secure them together with my belt. Lifting her wrists, I hook them over the pointed backrest. Her arms are bent over her head, and she’s forced to slide back, deeper into the seat, which puts her at a more comfortable angle.

Taking each leg, I hook them over the carved armrests, so she’s now completely open to me. Her nipples are hard, ready for my tongue, and I can already see her cunt is wet, the folds pink and glistening.

She refuses to look at me though, turning her head to the side, eyes scrunched closed.

“Look at me,” I say.

“Fuck you, Roman,” she spits out, trying to pull her legs off the armrests—but I place both hands on the pommels, trapping her. From this angle, I can smell her—that sweet, musty scent that invades my fucking dreams— and it creates a frenzy inside me.

My cock is so hard, it’s painful.

Still holding the chair, I kneel in front of her and touch my tongue to her wet center. The second my tongue makes contact, I let out a deep, guttural moan. I feel like a man starved, getting my first taste of sugar—and I can’t help myself, I glut myself on her, pushing my tongue inside, sucking her clit as I devour her.

Her every muscle is rigid, and I can tell she’s trying to control her body’s response, but as I continue my assault, burying myface between her thighs, eventually, she breaks. She moans loudly as my tongue strokes her, delving deep before pulling out and lavishing her clit with attention.

Releasing the chair, I palm her breast as I suck on her clit, my thumb brushing over her hard nipple. When I pinch the sensitive peak, her hips buck in response.

“Roman, God, please. Stop.Fuck.Stop now.”

I pull back abruptly, coming up for air, every exhalation harsh and heavy. I don’t want her to come just yet. I want to draw it out, torment

Her muscles relax, and her eyes close briefly as her body sags in relief. I stand and unhook my slacks, unzipping them, then I pull out my cock. It’s heavy, and hot in my palm, and my balls are so full, they feel like they’re about to fucking burst.

Her eyes drift to my cock, then back up to my face. I see the flicker of hunger flash across her face, but she’s still fighting it. She shakes her head. “Don’t do this, Roman.”

I smile down at her. Seeing her this way, confined, and vulnerable, sends a jolt of hunger through my body that even I can’t control. “I couldn’t walk away from this if I tried,” I say, honestly. “I’m quickly becoming addicted to you, Lux.”

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