Page 30 of Frozen Obsession

I shake my head, wiping the rest of the snow off, muttering under my breath. "You’re gonna catch hypothermia, you crazy bitch."

She throws a laugh over her shoulder, wild and reckless. "Maybe I will… maybe that’ll free me from you!"

I can’t help but grin. She thinks she can outrun me, escape this pull between us. She doesn’t understand—there’s no getting rid of me. Not even death could sever this bond. "Not even in death!" I yell after her. "I’ll follow you there too!"

My voice echoes through the trees as I push myself to my feet, adrenaline spiking through my veins as I start after her. The cold air burns in my lungs, but I welcome it, the thrill of the chase igniting something primal in me. This has always been our game—our twisted dance of fire and ice. I’ll hunt her down, just like I always do. For an eternity and whatever comes after that.

Chapter Seventeen

Xena

Idon’t need to look behind me to know Roman’s right on my tail. Surprisingly, he’s forgotten about that damn remote, because there’s no shock to stop me. My feet burn from the cold, muscles threatening to lock up, but I keep pushing, knowing I can’t stop now. I need warmth—crave it—more than anything. My legs pump as hard as I can manage before strong arms hook around my waist, yanking me backward into a hard, warm chest.

"Gotcha," he whispers into my ear, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He slings me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing, landing a sharp smack on my freezing ass. I don’t fight him. Why would I? He won fair and square. Who am I kidding, though? I want Roman now just as much as I wanted him back then.

Once we’re inside, Roman doesn’t put me down until we reach the living room. He drops me onto the sofa like it’s nothing, and I sink into the worn-out cushions. I should really replace the couch, I think, the thought almost slipping out loud when I catch a glimpse of him—looking annoyingly perfect, as usual.

"I’ll be back," he says, as he turns and heads for the kitchen.

I grab the black plush blanket nearby and wrap it around myself, closing my eyes as the warmth starts to seep back into my body, pushing away the cold.

From the sounds of it, Roman’s making coffee. The rich scent of it hits me, and I inhale deeply, feeling the tension in my muscles ease. Not even ten minutes passbefore Roman reappears, shirtless, wearing nothing but damn gray sweats that hug his hips a little too well. He’s carrying two cups of coffee, and it’s impossible to miss his glory.

He hands me a cup, then settles next to me. "Thanks," I say, cupping the warm mug in my hands. The heat is a welcome relief. "Why did you come back here?" I ask.

Roman sips his coffee, his other hand casually sliding onto my leg, tracing slow patterns up my skin. Goosebumps flare from the contact, my body hypersensitive from the cold—and him.

"Those ten years were hell," he mutters, his gaze fixed on the glowing Christmas tree. "Coming back to you was the only thing that kept me together."

His words hang heavy in the air. I swallow hard, the guilt eating at me. "It was my fault. I was a stupid kid, Roman, pushing buttons, wanting you to make me your girlfriend. I ruined both our lives." My voice is raw with the truth I’ve been holding in for years. Roman’s always been possessive, but back then, I wanted more than matching tattoos. I wanted us to be real, but we couldn’t have that.

Roman sets his coffee down on the table beside the couch, turning to face me completely. "Me killing him… that was all on me. Not you." His voice drops to a whisper. "For you, I’ll kill again and again."

The intensity in his eyes sends a shiver down my spine—I know he meant every word. I swallow hard, then set my cup on the floor, sliding onto his lap in one smooth motion. His hands grip my hips instantly, fingers digging into my skin. The slight pain anchors me as I lean in and press my lips to his.

Roman groans into my mouth, his tongue meeting mine in a feverish dance, tasting of coffee and something undeniably him. His hands roam my body, rough and calloused from years in prison, but every touch feels like a balm on my soul.

I’ve craved this.

I’ve craved him.

Suddenly, he grips my braid, yanking me back with a force that has me gasping, my throat exposed to him. He doesn’t waste the opportunity; his lips attack my skin, biting and sucking, marking me.

“Ro,” I moan, grinding against him, desperate for more.So desperate.His hand slips between us, finding that perfect spot between my legs and pressing down on my clit with expert precision. The shockwave of pleasure is instant, making me arch into him.

“You’re mine,” he growls in my ear, his voice thick with lust. Every word sends a jolt of electricity through me, heightening the tension between us. His fingers move deliberately, slowly parting me and delving inside, drawing out the sweetest sounds from my lips.

My body reacts instinctively, rocking against his fingers, chasing the release I so desperately need. His thumb circles my clit in tandem with the rhythmic curl of his fingers inside me, pushing me closer to the edge.

“Tell me you’re mine.” Roman demands, his voice a mixture of need and desperation. “Tell me," He repeats, his fingers curling deep inside me.

“I’m yours,” I gasp, barely able to form the words. That’s all it takes for my body to shatter around him, my orgasm rippling through me as I cum hard on his fingers.

He pulls his hand away slowly, his gaze never leaving mine as he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a wicked smirk. The sight alone sends another wave of heat through me.

In a swift move, he flips us, pinning me beneath him. His massive frame looms over me, casting a dark shadow that makes my heart race. He’s all dominance and control, and I love it. His fingers trace my body like a map he’s memorized, knowing every curve, every dip, stopping on our matching tattoos on our ribs. His reads good boy and my good girl.

“Roman,” I murmur, but he’s already reaching for my braid again. His other hand slips into his sweats, freeing his cock, the thick length already drippingwith pre-cum.

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