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Lucky for us, I’m a damn good driver. But I know all bets are off when we pull into the garage and the engine shuts off.

Chapter 11 - Gwen

The elevator doors close, and the second they do, I’m on him. My hands slide up his chest, fingers tangling in his shirt as I pull him down for a kiss. Roman responds immediately, his lips hard and demanding against mine, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me. My whole body is on fire, my heart pounding in my chest, my nerves alight with anticipation. I know exactly where this is headed, and I don’t care. I want him—need him—more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

I’m hyper-aware that I’m about to lose my virginity to the man who forced me into marriage, taught me how to shoot a gun, and now has me so turned on that I can hardly think straight. And yet, all I feel is a wild, desperateneed.

I press myself closer to him, and our bodies flush as his hands roam over me, exploring every inch. My skin burns everywhere he touches, and my breath hitches when his mouth moves to my neck, kissing, sucking, driving me insane. I clutch onto him, dizzy with desire, my head spinning as he backs me against the wall of the elevator, his hands gripping my waist, pulling me even closer.

The ding of the elevator jolts us slightly, but it doesn’t stop him. He grabs my hand, pulling me out and down the hallway, not bothering to hide his need. The tension between us is electric, the air thick with anticipation. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this alive. My heart races faster with each step, the heat pooling between my thighs growing unbearable.

We make it to his room, and before I can even catch my breath, Roman has me against the door, his mouth on mine again, this time slower, deeper, more deliberate. His hands slideunder my shirt, and I shiver at the feel of his fingers on my bare skin. Every nerve in my body is screaming for him.

He pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and filled with hunger. “You sure about this?” he asks, his voice low and rough.

I don’t hesitate. “Yes,” I whisper, breathless.

With that, he lifts me, carrying me to the bed, laying me down like I’m something precious. I barely have time to process it before his hands are on me again, peeling off my clothes with expert precision. He’s in control, and it’s driving me wild.

His lips trail down my neck, across my collarbone, and then lower, making me shiver as he takes his time exploring my body. His hands follow, strong and sure, and I feel like I’m going to explode. Then his mouth finds my nipple, and I arch off the bed, a gasp escaping my lips.

“Roman,” I moan, unable to hold back as his tongue draws circles around the hard bud. I’ve never felt anything like this, and I know it’s only going to get better.

He pauses, his breath hot against my skin. “You’ve done this before, right?” he asks, his voice filled with amusement.

I freeze. I never expected him to ask that. My heart skips a beat as I realize what’s about to come out of my mouth. “I... I haven’t,” I blurt out, my face heating in embarrassment. “I’ve never done this.”

He pulls back, eyes wide with surprise and something else I can’t quite place. “Never?”

I shake my head, biting my lip, my face burning. “Isn’t this supposed to be the only thing people do in college?” He adds. I can’t help but roll my eyes, trying to deflect the embarrassment.

A slow grin spreads across his face. “And here I thought I’d have to keep up with some wild college party girl.”

I glare at him. “Not everyone in college is just hooking up, Roman. Some of us actually study.”

He chuckles, shaking his head as he leans down to kiss me again, softer this time. “I’m not complaining, Gwen. Trust me, I’m ecstatic.” His voice is low, filled with something I can’t quite place, and it sends a shiver down my spine. “I’ll make sure it’s good for you. I promise,Moya Lyubov.”

Before I can say anything else, his mouth is on my nipple again, and all coherent thought flies out the window. His hands are everywhere, his fingers playing and squeezing the other nipple. I squirm with pleasure and continue to let out tiny, breathy moans.

Roman pulls away from my breasts to plant wet kisses down my stomach slowly while his hands hook my leggings and pull them down with my underwear. He kisses me closer and closer in between my legs, down my stomach, and moves to plant more kisses down my thighs. He hovers over my middle, then moves to plant kisses on the opposite side.

I groan in annoyance. “Roman,” I whine. “Come on.”

He plants one more kiss on my skin, then drags his tongue to the middle of my thigh until he’s dangerously close to my middle. He nears it, then lifts his chin.

“Where are your manners?” He says in that deep, sexy Russian accent. His voice rolls over me like a velvety caress, and, in combination with his hot breath grazing my clit, it makes me shiver with desperation.

“Fuck you,” I can’t help but respond, my challenging nature coming to light. But I quickly regret it as he raises his head. “No—No, okay, please.”

Roman smirks, that sexy, devilish smirk I’m not sure if I love or hate more. “Come on,” he purrs, tilting his head. “You can do better than that.”

His words make me melt, and I hate him for it. “Please, Roman,” I say, my words coming out in a growl. I feel pathetic, and I know that’s exactly what he wants.

He says nothing, only stares at me. Desperation takes over completely, and I quickly get irritated.

“Fuck, Roman,come on,” I whine. “Please.Please, please, Roman, can you please—fuck!” I can barely finish my sentence as his tongue connects with my clitoris, and immediately, I squirm with pleasure. He doesn’t take his time. He’s hungry, and he immediately begins to suck on my sensitive bud of nerves, hard, licking back and forth as he does so.

I feel like I’m in heaven. The feeling is unlike anything I have ever felt, and I’m convinced this must be an otherworldy experience. His tongue dances across my clit, back and forth, in circles, and every single time it connects, I feel myself getting closer, fast.

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