Page 31 of Frozen Obsession

“You know I love you, right?" he asks, his voice rough as he strokes himself slowly.

"I do," I whisper, breathless and wanting. His grip on my braid tightens, and a moan escapes me.

"Good," he says, that devilish smirk curling his lips. "Because I’m gonna fuck you like I hate you."

Before I can react, he drags his cock across my lips, shoving it into my mouth with no warning. I choke, tears springing to my eyes, but I take him, my lips wrapping around his thickness. His thrusts are brutal, with no hesitation, fucking my mouth hard and fast, exactly how he said he would.

Hating me. Loving me. With every single thrust.

His groans fill the room, low and primal. He pulls out, grabs the string of Christmas lights hanging above us, and yanks them down, sending decorations crashing to the floor and the couch.

"Hands," he growls as he quickly wraps the lights around my wrists, binding me tightly. The sensation of the bulbs pressing into my skin adds another layer of heat, and I moan at the unexpected pleasure.

Roman’s eyes darken with lust as he drags me back to my knees, fucking my mouth again with ruthless abandon. The Christmas lights twinkle around us, casting shadows on our bodies, while the taste of him fills my senses. He’s relentless, a man starved, and I’m his feast.

"Fuck… that’s it," he groans, and I moan around his length, rocking back and forth, clenching my thighs together, desperate for any relief. My suffering, though, only seems to intoxicate him further, the sheer need radiating from me fueling his wild abandon.

He pulls out of my mouth, kneeling in front of me again, his eyes locked on mine as he moves between my thighs. His fingers slide over the slick wetness poolingthere, exploring me like I’m his to devour. My back arches as I grind down on his hand, craving more. "That’s it, hermanita. Take what you need from your big brother," he murmurs. His hand grips my hair, pulling my head back. His other hand continues to circle my clit.

"Ro," I moan—no,plead—as the tension builds inside me.

His laugh is low, evil, vibrating through the room, pleasure etched in the curve of his lips. "Not yet, hermanita," he rasps, a sense of finality in his voice that makes my entire body shudder in anticipation. His fingers move with expert precision, each stroke driving my need for him higher.

"Ro," I beg, desperate for more desperate for his cock to fill me, to stretch me, to ruin me.

"Ask me, hermanita." His fingers dance and tease, flicking my clit in slow, agonizing strokes. His hot breath fans over my forehead, bringing out beads of sweat on my skin. His eyes are dark, full of challenge. Dominance.

"Please… Ro…" My voice is barely a whisper, a broken plea.

"Shh, hermanita," he whispers, his fingers relentless in their torment. It doesn’t take long before I’m trembling, my body convulsing, the intense rush flooding me as I release against his hand.

Roman watches with a triumphant grin, pulling his fingers free, now glistening with my release. Slowly, deliberately, he brings them to his lips, tasting me in a way that sends my heart racing.

"You taste like poison... like sin," he murmurs, his eyes half-lidded with lust, dark and dangerous. "I could never get tired of this. I want to always have your taste on my lips and my tongue. Always."

"Ro," I breathe, because it's all I can manage. My brain has completely shut down, and all I can think about is him—giving him everything he's ever asked for, even the things he hasn’t.

"I told you to beg. Beg for this cock. Beg for me to ruin you," he growls, hisvoice thick with raw hunger.

Roman's words hit me like a drug, my body responding with a sharp gasp.

"Please," I whisper, my voice dripping with need, desperation creeping in. Ineedhim.

My desperation and need cause his grin to widen, dark and triumphant, fully satisfied by my submission.

"Ro... fuck—" The words barely leave my lips before Roman yanks me onto all fours, the Christmas lights wound so tightly around my wrists biting into my skin. His grip tugs the lights like a leash, guiding me toward his cock, keeping me from smashing my face into the cold floor.

"I told you I’m gonna break you," he growls, the roughness of his voice making my pulse spike. The head of his cock teases against my slick folds, sending shivers down my spine, but just as I push back for more, he pulls away. I gasp, the emptiness sharp, leaving me desperate, chasing the edge he’s so cruelly denying.

"Ro…" I whimper, shaking with need, knowing full well he’s relishing in my desperation.

"Say it again, Xena Bean. Tell me to fuck you. Beg for your big brother to ruin you."

He drags his cock up my slit, collecting my wetness, teasing me. At this point, I’d say anything to feel him inside me.

"Please, baby… ruin me. Ruin this pussy, Roman."

His response is immediate, rough—he jerks on the lights and rams into me, burying himself in my pussy.

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