Page 64 of Tainted Ties

A single kiss was placed on one cheek and then the next, onto the tip of my nose and to the lids of both eyes.

My heart soared at his gentleness, and something cracked in my chest.

I opened my eyes to find him staring down at me, his presence overwhelming.

“You’re irrevocably beautiful,” he whispered, a crease forming between his brows, as though he was surprised by his own words. Words that seeped into me like molten lava, obliterating any notion that this was merely physical attraction.

I didn’t like it.

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer. “Fuck me with all your hate.”

Roman searched my eyes, his alluring obsidian ones darkening, sensing what I was doing.

In the blink of an eye, his mask of MafiaDonslipped on again andthiswas what I needed.

Suddenly, I was turned over, hands gripping my hips and pulling me up on all fours.

“Fuck,these dimples.” He emphasized by kissing each one on my lower back.

I panted when he ran the tip of his cock along my folds, teasing me.

This probably wasn’t the best position to lose my virginity, but I was too prideful to say anything.

Without warning, Roman thrusted into me with such force that a shrill scream tore through my throat from the intrusion.

My head fell onto the pillow as my hands clenched the sheets to refrain myself from pushing him off, trying to ignore the burning sensation of being stretched.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned, buried in me to the hilt.

Tears slipped free from the corners of my eyes from the foreign feeling of him inside me. I took deep breaths that were shaky enough for Roman to notice the change in my body language because his hand squeezed my hip. “Aurora?”

I didn’t answer him, waiting for the discomfort of being filled to subside.

When he pulled back an inch, I winced and knew he saw the evidence of his question.

“You’re a virgin?” The surprise in his voice didn’t mask the hint of concern in his tone.

Words failed me. All I could focus on was the roaring beat of my heart and the overwhelming ache between my legs.

Roman had stilled entirely, his own breathing sounding ragged from behind me. “Have you lost yourfuckingmind?” he snarled. “Ihurtyou.”

Despite my silence, we stayed this way for a few minutes, knowing he was waiting for me to adjust to him until the burn subsided into a sliver of pleasure.

I wasn't vexed because he took one more piece of me. Hisexactreaction was why I hadn’t told him—he’d think I was incapable of handling pain,weak.

I eased forward an inch and thrust back against him, humming at the friction. “Do virgins scare you, or have you gone all sensitive on me?”

“Don’t manipulate me right now.” His anger was tangible.

I laughed mockingly, knowing I was goading him. “Sensitive, got it.”

Provoking him was not smart of me, but I didn’t like the vulnerable position I was in. I’d rather have the cruel and malicious Roman than the one who cared about my pain.

At least I knew what to expect from the first one.

“Don’t say you didn’t ask for it, baby.”

He eased out, stopping at the tip before slamming into me harder this time, my body flattening out onto the bed.

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