Page 61 of Tainted Ties

A screw must’ve been loose in my brain if I willingly gave Roman free rein over me, because he exuded dominance in every aspect of his life and he did it meticulously.

At this moment, I didn’t care about any of it—who he was, why I was here, and what I felt. I wantedallof him.

His eyes locked on mine. “As you wish, baby.”

If I wasn’t nervous before, I was now.

What I hadn’t mentioned to Roman was that I was a virgin. While Raphael and I had intimate experiences together, we had never had sex.

I didn’t have time to stop my pulse from skyrocketing before Roman threw me on the bed.

With a huff, I leaned up on my elbows, ready to wrangle him. Instead, my mouth gaped open.

From my position on the bed, the moon lit up Roman in a dimmed spotlight. He was glorious, a sight to behold.

The shadows dancing on his tattooed skin emphasized his thick veiny arms and defined chest, down to his tight stomach where his large cock waited.

I swallowed the last bit of saliva left on my dry tongue. That might have fit partially in my mouth, but I didn’t know how it would fit inside of me.

His knee landed on the edge of the bed before his fists settled on either side of me, caging me in.

I sank further into the mattress, my skin warming from his nearness.

He leaned down, flicking my top lip with his tongue. “On your knees, facing me.”

His raspy voice vibrated through me, down to the pulse between my legs.

Roman stood, waiting for me to obey his order and so help me,I did.

I hated being told what to do, but I wasn’t backing down from whatIhad given him permission to do.

My hands rested on my thighs. “Is this how you want me?” I asked, batting my lashes at him. I said he could take control, but I never said I’d make it easy for him.

His eyes darkened, hungry and feral, but if his clenched jaw was anything to go by, he was onto me. “You’re toying with me.”

I smiled, feigning innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He stepped forward and ran a thumb over my bottom lip, causing my smile to fall. “When I fuck you hard enough to feel me for weeks, then you’ll know what I’m talking about, yes?”

I knew Roman had a filthy mouth from our last rendezvous, yet I was stunned in place by his subtle threat.

The pounding of my heart reached my ears, the vibration exuding body tremors. I licked my lips, flicking his thumb in the process. “Is that a promise?”

A slow, wicked smile spread across his face, baring his teeth. “Tap my thigh if it gets too much.”

When his meaning registered, a flush crept along my body, leaving a path of burning desire in its wake.

He lifted a brow, waiting for my consent, the gesture making me weak in the knees.

I nodded through my heightened nerves and blurred vision.

Roman’s hand glided across my face and into my hair, grasping me at the scalp and tugging forward.

My hands landed on his hips at the abrupt movement, his cock mere inches from my face.

Pain pulsed from where strands of hair stretched and broke as his grip held firm.

“Open your mouth.”

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