Page 15 of Don't Look Away

Use what you’ve got to get what you want.

His mouth quirks with amusement. “SoI’myour new purpose?”

I laugh a little. Guys are so easily distracted. Just the mention of me making him my entire focus has him so pleased, that he’s completely forgotten about his earlier suspicions.

“Yesss,” I say, finding the waistband of his jeans. I fumble with the button, yanking it free, and then slowly, I pull down his zipper. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“Nope,” he says quickly as I pull the waistband of his underwear down, freeing his swollen cock.

I have to admit, Wyn giving me permission to focus on something other than my sadness is a relief. Setting my grief aside probably isn’t the best idea, and I’m sure Dr. Cunningham would have something to say about it, but at this point, I’m just trying to survive the trauma of losing Bree, and shoving my pain into some deep, dark corner of my soul feels like the perfect remedy. For now, at least.

When I find Bree’s killer,thenI’ll grieve. Until that point, though, I’m fully prepared to destroy anything, and anyone who gets in my way, even if that means digging deep down, and becoming a bolder version of myself.

Whatever the cost, I’m willing to pay it for Bree.

Sinking down onto my knees on the cushy bathmat, I wrap my mouth around Roman’s shaft, taking him as deep as I can. A groan emerges from somewhere deep in his chest as his hand threads through my hair and cups the back of my head.

“My God, Lux.” His words come out rough and strangled like he’s already on the brink of losing it. “You feel so damn good.”

With one hand gripped on his thigh to anchor myself, I wrap the other around the base of his shaft, using it to stroke his cock in time with my mouth, pausing to suck on the salty tip, before pushing back down again.

“So good,” he says on a groan. “God, I need to be inside you, Lux.”

My core floods with heat as I taste him, and my clit starts to pulse in time with my strokes. I moan around his cock as I continue to suck, but just a few seconds later, I feel his cock harden even more between my lips.

With a growl, he pulls me up off my knees, and roughly pulls my sweats and panties off, tossing them aside. Then he grabs my ass cheeks and lifts me onto the bathroom counter. He pushes into me at the same moment his mouth covers mine. We’re locked together, his tongue thrusting in time with his cock, wet and frantic. He fills my channel, stretching me, forcing me to accommodate his thick shaft. I cry out, but he swallows the sound, taking me with a crazed desperation I’ve never experienced before.

Again, and again, he slams into me, his cock hitting the sensitive spot inside my channel, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through my entire body.

He rips his mouth away from mine. “Lux,” he says roughly, his breath coming hard and fast. “How do you do this to me?”

I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt, too focused on my own mounting pleasure to answer his question.

I’m so wet, there’s little to no friction, and when he pulls back, his cock almost slides out entirely.

“Why can’t I get enough of you?” he rasps, each thrust harder, more violent. My body jolts as he slams into me, his pelvis crushing my clit with every measured blow.

It’s violent and messy, and I’ve never felt so alive.

I can feel my body opening up to him even more somehow, spreading, welcoming his violent invasion.

We both come at the same time—with one last, violent stroke, he buries himself inside me, impossibly deep, pumping his seed into my channel as he sinks his teeth into the curve of my neck. The sharp pain pushes me over the edge, and I scream his name as my climax crashes into me with such force that I hold my breath, a slave to the white-hot pleasure that’s rushing through me.

When it’s over, he’s holding me, his head buried in the crook of my neck, his chest heaving. He lifts his head, and nibbles on my ear. “I can’t get enough of you, Lux. Tell me what you’ve done to me.”

I twist my head and laugh, but when he pulls back to look at me, I see tears in his eyes…

CHAPTERSIX

Lux

My laughterimmediately fades when I see the emotion in his eyes. Roman isn’t an emotional guy, so seeing him tear up makes the breath catch in my lungs.

I cup his face in my hands and place a kiss on the tip of his nose. “You good?”

Clearing his throat, he shakes his head, and lifts me off the counter, gently setting me down on my feet.

“I assume you’re not on the pill,” he says gruffly, zipping his pants back up. He keeps his eyes averted like he’s intentionally trying not to look at me.

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