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Ugh, what’s wrong with me? He’s the worst possible guy for me, so why do I find my gaze wandering over his back, watching the way his muscles flex as he flips my sandwich?

And God help me, but his ass looks so good in those jeans. I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to sink my teeth into one of those perfect globes.Mmm.

When the first grilled cheese sandwich is done, he cuts it in half and brings it over to me. I reach out for it, but he holds it just out of my reach like he wants to feed it to me.

Normally, I’d probably refuse, but I’mreallyhungry, so I lift a brow and allow him to hold it to my lips. When I take a bite, he watches me intently. It’s surprisingly good. He put garlic on the bread.

He’s standing close to me, one hand holding the sandwich, the other resting on the counter beside me. He feeds me another bite, and this time, he uses his free hand to tilt my chin up gently. It’s not an overtly sexual thing, but the way he watches me, the way his thumb brushes across my skin, it’s turning me the fuck on.

This is the absolute worst thing about having chemistry with someone,especiallythe kind of volatile chemistry Roman and I have. No matter how badly that other person shatters you, you’llalwayswant more. You’ll always hunger for that ecstasy that only they can give you. And you’ll pay the price willingly, whatever it is, even if it costs you your soul.

That’s addiction, I guess.

And Roman Rush is definitely my addiction.

But even as I look up into his icy blue eyes, hating him to my very core, remembering all the fucked up things he’s done, my channel floods with heat, and my clit starts to throb.

It would beso easyto let him fuck me right now. To take what I want from him, then discard him just like he planned to discard me.

If only I could set my emotions aside.

He holds the sandwich back up, and I take another bite, chewing slowly. His gaze drops to my mouth, and his hips push forward, so I’m up against the counter, and he’s pressed against me. Through his jeans, I can feel the hard ridge of his cock, and it turns me on like the flick of a switch.

Putting the sandwich down, he braces his hand on the counter beside me, so I’m cadged in, surrounded by his beautiful golden body. He’s looking at me like he’s starving, hungry for a taste of me, and I have to admit the feeling is mutual.

God, I hate him so much. I hate that he can do this to me.

He dips his head, and brushes his lips over my cheek, not kissing me, but I can tell he wants to. “I need to fuck you,” he says, his voice low and rough.

I suck in a stuttering breath. This isn’t a good idea. I know that logically. He’s just going to hurt me again because, ultimately, that’s what Roman does. He inflicts pain; physical, emotional, psychological. Doesn’t matter.

But ask me if I care about any of that right now. Yeah, no. Right now, all I can think about is Roman pounding my clit, giving me a dose of that all-consuming pleasure that only he can deliver.

“Whatever happens between us, is going to be on my terms,” I say, looking up at him. My breasts feel heavy, the sensitive peaks rubbing against my lacy bra.

He shakes his head, his mouth is hovering over mine. “Anything you say.”

“No, Roman.” I reach up and grab his face, my fingers gripping his jaw, holding him away from me. “I’m in control now. I say what happens between us.”

There’s a flicker of something in his eyes—anger, maybe—and it flashes quickly before he catches it. The last time I took control, I left him wanting, and maybe he’s afraid that will happen again. But too bad, so sad. It’s a risk he’ll have to take.

He doesn’t answer immediately, but he must know it’s the only way anything is happening between us, so eventually, he nods.

“Say it.”

“You’re in the driver’s seat,” he responds, hesitation dripping from every syllable.

I push his face, which causes him to stumble back a little. He leans back on his heels, watching me. Waiting.

Now, let’s see how well this boy can listen.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Roman

I gaveher complete control once, a few days ago, and she fucked me over. She used that control to torment me and leave me wanting.

So, yeah, I’m not thrilled with the idea of letting her take the reins again, but, honestly, I’d give anything for her to touch me again. I’d drain all the blood in my veins if that’s what it took. So I’m not really in the best position to negotiate.

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