Page 32 of Frozen Obsession

"Fuck," I moan as he pounds into me with a ferocity that sends shockwaves through my body, the sound of our wetness filling the room. His grunts are low and primal, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge.

The bulbs dig into my skin, burning and stinging, but I don’t care. His fingersfind my mouth, and I bite down on them as he fucks me like the whore I am.

“Xena, I want to fill you with my cum, make you swell with my child." His voice is hoarse, thick with desire. "You’re so fucking tight," he groans, every word spurring me on.

I’m on birth control, but right now, I don’t care. I want him to fill me up, to own me in every way. I match his rhythm, pushing back against him as we both chase release, his hands tightening the lights to pull me harder into him.

As we both unravel, Roman’s arms wrap tightly around my waist, pulling me flush against him. My head rests on his shoulder as he keeps thrusting, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. I clench around him, gasping as I feel the flood of his release inside me.

“That’s it, baby,” I pant, my breath hitching. “Fill me with you.”

His groan vibrates through his chest as he thrusts one last time, stilling deep within me. We remain joined, his lips grazing the shell of my ear as he whispers, "How you feeling?" His breath is ragged, warm against my skin.

I let out a breathless laugh, the post-climax high buzzing through me. "Like I just got fucked."

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to the rose tattoo on my shoulder. But his tone softens as he asks, "No cravings?"

For a moment, I pause, really thinking about it. And then it hits me—I’ve been so wrapped up in him, I haven’t thought about anything else. "No," I whisper, sinking into his embrace.

"Good," he murmurs, holding me a little tighter. We stay there, bodies entwined, until his cock softens and slips out of me. He kisses the side of my head before pulling back. "Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. Maybe I’ll cook something. Sound good?"

It takes him a moment to untangle the lights, and once I'm free I stretch. Feeling a dull ache in my limbs when suddenly the sound of tires on snow snaps himto attention. I scramble for the ground, wrapping myself in a blanket as Roman pulls on his discarded sweats.

"Who the fuck is that?" he growls, peering out the window. I glance over and see it—Vik’s Silverado. "Fuck, Tony sent his goon for me. It’s my boss," I mutter, grabbing the robe I’d thrown aside earlier and wrapping it around me.

Seconds later, there’s a heavy knock on the door. Roman moves to answer, but I place a hand on his chest. "No, I got it," I say softly.

His nostrils flare. "You’re done stripping and fucking for money," he declares, and for once, I don’t argue.

I walk down the hall and open the door to Vik, who eyes me with confusion. "You alive?" he asks, his gaze raking over me.

"Obviously," I reply, flashing a smile. He rubs a hand down his face, clearly annoyed.

"The boss thought you died. You haven’t been to work, and he’s been itching to fill you up," he slurs, his breath reeking of alcohol.

I wince, hoping Roman didn’t catch the hunger in his tone. "I’m just tired," I say, trying to brush him off, but Vik steps closer, the smell of liquor strong on him. "I wanted to check on you… see if you wanna play for some pills."

My stomach tightens at the mention of pills, memories of how they once numbed everything washing over me. But now, the thought makes me sick.

"No, Vik. I don’t need that anymore. I quit," I add firmly, forcing the words out before the craving can rear its ugly head. Vik stares at me, processing my words, then his gaze shifts to something darker.

Just as I start to panic, Roman strides down the hall, his presence filling the space. He’s all muscle and fury, and Vik’s eyes widen when he sees him.

"I think she’s done with you, the pills, your boss, and stripping. Get fucked," Roman growls, his voice deep and deadly.

Vik stumbles back, caught off guard. His face twists into a sneer. "She’s just a whore. She’ll always be a whore," he spits, his voice dripping with venom.

For a moment, I think Roman will kill him, but Vik retreats, climbing into his Silverado. "Shame to lose a good pussy like yours," he mutters before driving off.

I close the door and collapse into Roman’s arms, whispering, "Thank you." His hand strokes down my back, his body still tense, watching until Vik is long gone. With a smack on my ass, he leads me upstairs to the bathroom, where he’s already drawn a bath.

I sink into the warm water, sighing as Roman slips in behind me, his strong arms wrapping around me. His scent calms me, grounding me. "I’ll take care of you," he murmurs. "Make a decent woman out of you." His hand moves to my stomach, lingering. "You’ll be my wife. Our child will grow here."

The words make my heart race. I turn in his arms, meeting his gaze. "Is that what you want?" I whisper.

His eyes soften, and he cups my cheek. "I want it all with you."

A warmth spreads through me as his words sink in, his thumb brushing over my skin tenderly. We sit there, wrapped in each other, letting the weight of everything settle. After a while, we clean up and I head to bed, Roman going off to make dinner.

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