“You’re not going to fuck me,” I say. “You’re going to come back over here and finish what you started.”
He’s still pacing, stopping every few seconds to glance at me. And he looks afraid. Like he’s actually afraid of losing control.
“I can’t,” he says shaking his head. “I’m going to rip you apart, Lux. I need to be inside you.”
Sucking in a strengthening breath, I keep my voice even, but firm. “If you don’t get back over here, I’m going out into the hallway and grabbing the first asshole I see to finish this. Is that what you want?”
Ah,thereit is.
Rage.
It flashes in his eyes, and it’s as unmistakable as the thud of my heart against my ribs. He pauses and turns toward me, his nostrils flared. Jaw tense. With his robe still flowing around him, he looks powerful and dangerous.
And heisdangerous. I’ve seen what he’s capable of. When he tells me he could rip me apart, I believe him, and I wouldn’t be human if a little thread of fear wasn’t slithering through me right now.
But I also know the power I hold over him. The power no one else seems to have.
With one finger, I stroke my entrance. “It’s up to you,” I say with a shrug, doubling down on my threat.
He stalks over to me and pulls me into his arms. I yelp as he carries me over to the empty desk, and drops me onto it. I catch myself with my palms, falling onto my elbows as he shoves the hem of my dress up, so it’s scrunched around my waist. Then he lowers himself in front of me, and I feel his mouth touch me again.
“Oh, God,” I whisper breathlessly, my thighs squeezing around his head.
I’m not going to lie, his thick cock would feel amazing right about now. But allowing him to fuck me would be giving him pleasure too, and I can’t allow that. Not after everything he did to me.
In seconds, that pressure returns, and I’m twisting on the desk, my head digging into the polished wood. My entire body is trembling, shaking as every muscle in my body tightens.
Then he sucks on my clit, pulling it between his teeth, and I scream. A tsunami of pleasure crashes over me with so much force, that I think my heart actually stops beating for a second, and my soul comes right out of my body.
Ohmygod.
Little ripples of hot energy undulate throughout my body, curling my toes, and seizing my lungs. And he just keeps sucking, drawing every last drop of pleasure from my body.
Only when I’m completely spent, does he pull away. He straightens, and steps forward, filling the space between mythighs, his large body curving over me. The hard length of his cock is pressed against my slit, only separated by the fabric of his slacks.
His head is close, his lips hovering over mine, his warm breath brushing across my lips. “I need to fuck you, Lux. Please. I’m begging you.”
Wow, Roman Rushbegging. The most unlikely scenario hasactuallyhappened. I should buy a lottery ticket.
Feeling emboldened, I push up into a sitting position, which forces him to move back so our heads don’t collide. I have enough space to slide off the desk and stand. I smooth out the skirt of my dress and straighten my spine. “Come with me,” I command.
He lifts a dark, questioning brow, but when I turn and walk to the secret room within the study, he follows. I open the hidden door and step inside, waiting for him to do the same. Once he’s inside, I shut the door, and lock it.
I walk to the center of the room, then stop and face him. He’s following me, walking deeper into the room, his gaze locked on me, like a predator eyeing his next meal.
Once he’s about a foot away, I hold my hand up, and he stops advancing. “Everything off,” I say.
He lifts his chin like he’s not sure what I mean.
“Remove your clothes,” I clarify.
With an amused quirk of his lips, he removes his robe, and hood, tossing them into a puddle of fabric onto the floor—and everything else quickly follows, until he’s standing naked in front of me. His body is glorious, I’ll give him that. His chest is sculpted, and his eight-pack flexes with every movement. But that beautiful cock…it’s jutting out, thick and expectant, ready for me.
Mmm.Yes.
Nowwe can play.
CHAPTER EIGHT