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The desperation takes over quickly. Before I can even finish thinking about it, I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and pull his lips into mine. The kiss starts slow and tender, Roman placing his palms on my hips and pulling me closer. I part my lips, allowing his tongue entry to explore my mouth, which causes the kiss to quickly get hungrier. But as the heat inside of me spreads, I quickly grow desperate for a taste of another part of him.

Pulling away, my hands trail down his abs and begin to fiddle with his belt. Roman pulls away, watching my hands work at the leather strap.

“What are you doing?” Roman asks, desire mixed with surprise edging his tone.

I look up at him as I tear his belt away, then make quick work of his zipper. “I’m making this night more memorable,” I say, biting my lip eagerly as I pull down his pants andunderwear. His massive cock almost hits me in the face as it bounces out from his underwear, and I hold the base of it in my hand. Nervousness wracks my frame, but I push it aside as I take the tip of Roman’s cock into my mouth.

The soft exhale he lets out as my lips wrap around his tip invigorates me, igniting a fire in my core that quickly spreads to envelop my entire body. I move my mouth further down his cock, as far down as I comfortably can—his cock is massive—before I begin to bob my head up and down.

I’m not so sure of what I’m doing, whether I’m doing it correctly or not, but it feels right. I work with passion. I’m desperate to please him. And when I look up, peering up at Roman with big eyes, the half-lidded look on his face tells me I must be doing a spectacular job.

“Fuck, Gwen,” Roman groans as I suck hard, taking him in and out of my mouth at a fast pace. I place one of my hands on the base of his cock while the other moves under my mouth to add to the pleasure. I increase my pace, then pull my lips off him for a second. I spit on the tip, to which he smiles with amusement, then spread my saliva across the entirety of his cock.

“Come on, darling’, I know you can go further than that,” He croons. One of his hands finds my head and strokes my hair for a second before he gently pushes my mouth back down onto his cock, his hand sliding to the back of my head in order to guide my sucking.

He’s a bit rough, just like he always is, but he goes about it in a gentle way. He makes sure to be careful as he pushes my head down hard. I nearly gag as I feel the head of his cock hit the back of my throat, and I feel tears burning the corners of my eyes, but I keep going. I keep sucking hard, moving my tongueback and forth against his length as I bob up and down, the low moans and groans that escape his mouth my reward.

I feel him hit the back of my throat again, which causes his hips to buck up, and he lets out a grunt.

“Fuck,moya lyubov, you look so fucking hot like this,” He praises me, his large fingers still tangled in my hair. His words roll over me darkly, adding more to the fire inside of me and motivating me to do even better, if possible.

“I can’t wait to fill up that perfect pretty mouth of yours.” He says. His head falls back as he pushes his hips forward, somehow pushing his cock even further down my throat. I take every inch of him proudly.

Seconds later, I feel his cock twitch inside of my mouth before he cums with a moan, and I feel his hot seed fill up my mouth and slide down my throat. I swallow every inch of it while my eyes remain glued to his face, relishing every single emotion that washes across it as he orgasms hard. It isn’t until his body relaxes fully that I finally pull my mouth away, gasping for air like I’ve just come up from a dive.

“Fuck, Gwen,” Roman grumbles, grabbing my head and bringing me up onto his lap, pressing our lips together. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathes between kisses, his hand wrapped around my throat to pull me closer. His hands push my dress to rest on my hips, and I feel him sliding my panties to the side, his cock poking at my wetness and separating my folds.

“And mine. All mine.Mine.”

Chapter 14 - Roman

The day after our casino adventure, the night to meet with the Vultures finally arrived thick with tension and anticipation as I prepared to meet with the members of the Vultures.

I had spent the day mentally gearing up for this confrontation, ensuring every detail was in place. Our Bratva men in the state all arrived, armed and ready to go. Boris had easily hacked into the camera feeds nearby and had angles from different shopfronts and streetlights on his laptop to monitor. We went over the plans, the positions each of the men would take, and the angles to watch to ensure the perimeter was secured. With a final glance in the mirror, I adjusted my collar and stepped into the living room, where Gwen was waiting.

She looked stunning, the kind of beautiful that left me momentarily breathless. The deep red dress hugged her curves perfectly, and her makeup accentuated her striking features. Due to the nature of the meeting, everyone was instructed to dress formally. But now, looking at how breathtaking she looks in that dress and how badly I want to just rip it off and have a taste, I’m starting to regret it.

“You look incredible,” I said, stepping closer. My eyes track up and down her slender, toned frame, drinking in every inch of her killer body.

Gwen glanced down, a hint of a blush creeping into her cheeks. “Thanks,” she says, then peruses me as well. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

I smiled, but the gravity of the evening weighed on me. “Remember our plan. Stay close to me; whatever happens, I’ll keep you safe.” My voice was firm, a promise woven into the fabric of the night.

She nodded, her expression serious. I admired her strength, even in this vulnerable moment.

As we stepped out into the cool evening air, I couldn’t help but notice how brave she was, facing the unknown ahead of us with unwavering determination. I think about how difficult it must be in her position and how overwhelming everything is for her so far. To be ripped from a life of normalcy and forced into one of crime, I can’t imagine how one could possibly cope. Yet, here she was, powering through with ease.

The ride to Spectre, the luxurious VIP club downtown owned by the Vultures where the meeting would take place, felt electric. The city lights flickered outside the window, a blur of color and movement that matched the racing thoughts in my mind. I could feel Gwen’s unease as she sat in the back of the SUV next to me, but I knew she was trying to mask it. I reached over, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

“We’ll handle this,” I said, focusing on the road ahead. “Just follow my lead.Da?”

She nods but keeps her head turned towards the window.

Arriving at the club, the atmosphere shifted. Neon blue and purple lights bounced around, reflecting against the mirrored ceiling and blinding us the second we stepped through the doors. The air reeked of a mixture of cheap fragrance and body odor as we navigated the crowd of rich fabrics and sweaty bodies. The exterior was imposing, but here, the interior was so normal that it was off-putting. None of these intoxicated guests knew the darkness that lay within these walls. This may have been considered neutral territory, but I was acutely aware of the danger lurking beneath the surface.

Victor met us at the entrance with Anton by his side. Boris and Anya were stationed in a nondescript vehicle outside,watching the camera feeds. He offered a curt nod before guiding us deeper into the club. We navigated through the sea of people. My instincts were on high alert, and I could feel the eyes of the Vultures on us, watching, waiting.

The atmosphere shifted again when we finally reached the private room reserved for our meeting. This room was a stark contrast to the craziness outside, with a more elegant interior of browns and grays and a fireplace crackling in the back corner. The air was thick with tension as we exchanged fake pleasantries with our enemies—Luther, Mark, and Dean—the three brothers from the casino all those weeks ago.

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