Page 42 of Frozen Obsession

"There’s no Roman without his Xena," I murmur, kissing her softly. "Don’t thank me for doing the only thing I was born to do."

I get up, scooping her into my arms. "Woah," she jokes, laughing as I carry her to the couch. "Food, movie, and then I’ll fuck that tight ass of yours," I wink.

She giggles, swatting at my chest. "You're insatiable!"

"I'm addicted," I correct, kissing her forehead. "To you."

After eating, we settle on the couch, watching a cheesy Hallmark Christmas movie. Xena sniffles and cries at all the corny parts, and I find it endlessly endearing. Time warps around us, each minute feels like a moment we’ll remember forever. There was no more fucking, but it didn’t matter.

Eventually, she falls asleep, curled up against me. The Christmas lights glow softly, casting her in a warm, ethereal light. "Merry Christmas, Xena Bean," I whisper, pressing a kiss to her hair before closing my eyes.

For the first time in a long time, I feel at peace.

Coming this Valentine’s Day…. from the Wicked Raves Series

WELCOME TO HEARTLESS…...

Epilogue

Xena

Iwatch from across the street, my eyes glued to Roman as he works, muscles flexing beneath his tanned skin, veins popping in his forearms as he grips the wooden beam. He’s drenched in sweat, every movement radiating raw power. The sight stirs that dark, familiar hunger deep inside me. Roman is everything—my protector, my anchor in the chaos. Too bad good things never last.

My gaze drops to the crumpled note in my hand, the words scrawled in dark red ink that stains the paper like dried blood:I know what you did.The faint scent of copper lingers, and I stifle a laugh. Someone thinks they can scare me. But they don’t know me. I don’t scare easily.

I crush the note into my pocket, unwilling to let Roman see it. This isn't his burden to carry. It’s mine, and I won’t let anyone take away the one reason I’m still breathing. Roman is mine, as essential as the air in my lungs. Without him, there’s no me. I’ll protect him—whatever it takes. But for now, I just want to enjoy this moment—watching him work, savoring the rare glimpse of normalcy we so rarely get. After all, it's almost Halloween.

As Roman finishes up, I wait for the others to leave before slipping into the shadows, heart racing with anticipation. My lips curl into a wicked smile as I pull on the Ghostface mask, my outfit already perfectly suited for what's about to unfold. Black Vans, black dress overalls, and a long-sleeved crop top beneath it. The night air bites at my skin, but the adrenaline burning through my veins keeps me warm.

I watch as Roman pours water over his head, his back to me, muscles rippling with every movement. He’s a masterpiece, and tonight, I’m going to claim him in every way imaginable.

Quietly, I slip behind him, flicking open the knife he gave me for protection. With deliberate precision, I press the cold steel to his neck, leaning close enough that my lips almost brush his ear. "What's your favorite scary movie?" I purr, my voice low and teasing.

He doesn’t flinch. Instead, he lets out a low, dark chuckle, leaning into the blade, making a bead of blood appear. "I don’t remember any scary movie where the killer was this fucking sexy." His gravelly voice sends a shiver down my spine. "You gonna kill me, Ms. Ghostface? Or ride me until I can’t breathe?"

His words send heat pooling between my legs, an undeniable ache. I drag the blade down his neck, slow and deliberate, just enough to leave a shallow cut. When he turns to face me, his eyes are gleaming with that familiar, sadistic hunger. Romans not scared—he’s turned on. And so am I. His cock strains against his pants, and I bite my lip, already knowing where this is headed.

Before I can even react, he's on me, almost impaling himself on the knife as his hand wraps around my throat. His other hand rips the mask off my face, and his lips crash against mine with brutal force. There’s nothing gentle in the way he bites down on my bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood, before his tongue invades my mouth, demanding control. My back slams against the drywall, dust flying around us, but I don’t care. I’m already pulling him closer, nails digging into his skin, desperate for more. The danger, the blood, the heat between us—it’s intoxicating.

He pulls back just enough to growl against my lips, "On your knees, Ms.Ghostface." His hand fumbles with his zipper, freeing the toy I crave most.

I drop without hesitation, eager. My tongue teases the head of his cock, tasting the precum already there. Roman’s hand fists in my hair, yanking my ponytail hard as he shoves deeper into my mouth. "That’s it, little snake. Show me what a good girl you are. Take your big brother’s cock."

I gag as he thrusts deeper, his recently pierced length filling my throat. His growls vibrate through me, each sound like a dark promise. And I love it. I want it all—his pleasure, his pain, his complete and utter destruction. I want to be the one to bring him to his knees.

Just as I’m about to take him all the way, Roman yanks me up by my hair and slams me against the wall again, his cock still dripping with my spit. "So, fucking needy," he growls, hiking up my skirt. "Couldn’t wait until I got home, huh?"

I smirk, my lipstick smeared across my face. "No, I couldn’t. I wanted your cum inside me while we walked to the store."

He tilts his head, eyes narrowing in confusion. "The Halloween store?"

I nod, a teasing grin on my lips. "I want to do normal couple shit, Ro."

His dark eyes narrow further, but then a dangerous grin spreads across his face. "You want normal couple shit?" His voice drips with sarcasm as he presses into me, sliding his cock into my wet heat with one hard, punishing thrust. My back arches, and I moan, clutching the wall for support.

"I want to carve pumpkins," I gasp, breathless as he fills me, each slow, torturous thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body. "Maybe pick out decorations. You know... normal stuff."

Roman laughs, rough and mocking. "Normal? Since when we have ever been normal, Xena?" He thrusts harder, making me cry out, my body trembling with the perfect mix of pleasure and pain that only he can give. "But if you want to carve pumpkins, we’ll fucking carve pumpkins. I’ll do whatever you want."

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