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I can see it now. The monster he warned me about, staring down at me, his blue eyes as black as coal. Then his mouth comes down harshly on mine, my teeth gnashing against my lips painfully as his tongue pushes inside. He’s breathless, hungry, desperate, and my own body responds in kind.

I twist my head to try and break the kiss, pushing at his chest, but he continues to pump into me. He kisses me harder, so I do the only thing I can do, I bring my teeth down on his lip, biting him.

That shocks him enough to let go of me, and I scramble out from underneath his large body. But I’m on my knees. I don’t have time to get on my feet.

As I scramble away, he catches me by the ankle, pulling me back. I half-twist, using my other leg to kick out at him. But he dodges me easily.

In seconds, I’m beneath him again, this time my belly pressed to the carpeted floor. He grabs both my flailing wrists with one large hand and holds them above my head. I’m panting, barely able to catch my breath, especially being on my stomach.

“Fuck you, Roman,” I pant.

With his own muscular legs, he holds mine apart, exposing my hot center to him. “Yes, please, and thank you,” he growls.

I just whimper in response, expecting him to enter me again. He doesn’t. Instead, he arches over me and speaks directly into my ear. “You want me to stop?” he asks harshly. It’s like he’s playing a game. “Hm?” I can feel the tip of his cock positioned right at my entrance, ready to push inside. He doesn’t move. “Say it, Lux. I want to hear you lie.”

I swallow, and let my head fall to the floor, the soft carpet pressing against my cheek. It’s like waiting for a bomb to go off, that’s how tense this moment is. “Stop,” I say, testing him more than anything. “I want you to stop.”

With a cruel laugh, he eases off me, and I don’t know what comes over me, but I panic, and call out, “Wait.”

The truth is, I want him to finish this. I want him to fuck me hard, and mercilessly. I want him to fuck me so deep, he’s embedded in me. I don’t want to tell him any of that, though, because then he’ll have power over me. And I can’t give him that. Not again.

He shoves himself into me so quickly, and so violently, I gasp. He laughs in my ear. “You didn't need to call me back. I wasn’t going anywhere.” He laughs again, the sound harsh against my ear. “But you revealed something I don’t think you intend to.” His fingers plunge into my hair, grabbing a handfulof it, so he can use it to pull my head back again. “A fantasy you don’t dare admit to anyone.”

I swallow, my eyes fluttering closed. The feeling of him on top of me, his heat, his heaviness, makes my pulse race.

His hips move slowly at first, but his pace quickly picks up, in and out, in and out, and then he releases my hair, and pulls me up, onto my knees without leaving my body. Once I’m up on all fours, he reaches around and messages my clit.

I almost come right then and there, but just when he gets a good rhythm going, he slows his pace, almost like he’s intentionally trying to prevent me from climaxing.

Ugh, asshole.

My body is so keyed up that I’mdesperatefor release. I have zero patience for this stupid fucking game, and I’ll finish this myself if I have to.

I pull away, and he’s not expecting that, so I manage to make it a couple of feet away before he pulls me back by the hips. “There you go trying to get away again,” he says, bringing his hand down hard on my ass. Pain vibrates through me, and I cry out. “You’re not leaving until I come inside you.”

He enters me again, pushing into me with more violence than before, his fingers finding my clit again. My entire body jolts as he slams against me, my breasts bouncing.

Everything in this moment is him, me—us—and the release we both desperately need. I’m breathless, sensation coursing through me, overtaking every cell in my body as he pounds into me, his hips bouncing off my ass.

“Oh, God, Lux,” he breathes, his fingers curling into my hip, his other hand applying more pressure to my clit. “Fuck, yeah, baby. You’re perfect. So fucking perfect. God, I love you.”

My breath hitches at those last three words a split second before he slams into me, then goes completely still, a long strangled growl coming from somewhere deep inside his chest.Hearing that deep tone does something to me and it triggers my own climax. Pulsing heat works through my veins, touching my goddamn soul. With my head thrown back, and my eyes closed, I cry out his name.

It isn’t until I come down from my high that I question what IthoughtImaybeheard. Did Roman Rush actually say he loves me, or did my frenzied brain just make that up?

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Roman

Fucking-A.

I roll off Lux and stand up, walking to the nearest bathroom to grab a couple of washcloths. I dampen them both, then clean myself quickly, before walking back out to the living room where Lux is still lying, panting like she’s had the breath fucked right out of her.

Satisfaction spreads through me at the sight of her like that—well-pleasured, well fucked. I congratulate myself for a job well done.

Kneeling, I flip her onto her back, and spread her thighs, brushing the wet cloth over her, and cleaning her off. She just lies there, staring up at the ceiling, trying to pull air into her lungs.

When I’m done, I take the washcloth back to the bathroom, then come back and gather Lux into my arms. She doesn’t fight me, thank God, and I carry her into the bedroom we were in earlier, placing her on the bed. She immediately burrows under the covers.

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