Page 113 of Tainted Ties

“Roman, are you in there?”

My body locked tight. The sound of Stefano Mancini had me scrambling to free myself from my husband’s hold.

Before I had a chance to move an inch, Roman’s hand covered my mouth. His breath feathered my ear when he whispered, “Keep quiet and take my cock like the good, obedient girl you are.”

My muffled protest was cut short when he slammed into me in one thrust.

Stretching me in burning pleasure, I bit down on his palm to refrain myself from moaning.

He moved in me savagely, fast, and hard, pushing me further up the desk.

Reaching out to grab ahold of anything, I whimpered from the feel of him filling me from behind.

“Roman, did you hear me?”

His uncle was still there, clueless about what was happening behind the door.

I thought Roman would at least answer back, but he only picked up his pace, pounding into me repeatedly.

Knowing that at any moment, his uncle or anyone else could walk in here sent my heart racing and my body coiling tight.

Every brutal thrust brought me closer to my orgasm, his length reaching that spot inside me that had me reciprocating his movements.

“Do you like knowing someone could hear your screams as I fill you with every inch of my cock? Or maybe because they could walk in and see how fucking good you take me.”

His words had me clenching around him.

“You’re a very bad girl, Aurora,” Roman grunted, removing his hand from my mouth.

Without it, I had to bite my lip to suppress the noises wanting to slip free from my lips.

Beautiful bastard.

“Answer me.”

His heavy palm came down on my backside, the sting of it pulsing on my skin.

“Do.”Slap.“You.”Slap. “Like.”Slap.“It?”Slap.

Each smack was met with a thrust.

Sweat ran down my face, the mixture of pain and pleasure overwhelmingly blissful.

Withering in need, I replied hoarsely,“Yes.”

With that answer, he pulled me up by my hair, the angle making him go deeper.

Reaching in front of me, Roman stroked my clit, slow and firm, the slick sounds of him entering me growing louder.

That was all it took for my body to tighten and shake violently as I climaxed.

Flattening me back on the glass, he lifted my knee, thrusting as his cock grew thicker and twitched seconds before spilling in me with a suppressed growl.

He collapsed on top of me, our harsh breathing evening out before it went quiet.

The mortification set in when he eased out of me, our mixed come dripping down my legs.

“Is he still out there?” I asked. I couldn’t move from my spot, scared that my legs would give out if I tried to stand.

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