Page 87 of Volatile Obsessions

Roman's signature displeased growl filled the air, followed by the pop of his cock slipping free from Lilac’s mouth. Seconds later, a strong hand wrapped itself around my arm and I was dragged back a short ways, then whipped into the office.

It all happened so fast, I didn't have time to process what was happening, much less react.

Roman's little hussies, however, were very much reacting behind us. They weren’t happy, and he didn't seem to give a single fuck.

"But Rome, what about—”

Slam!

The harsh sound echoed through the office, rattling the walls and likely carrying through to the adjacent rooms. The lock seemed to echo, too, as he clicked it in place to keep them out.

A quick swivel and we were off despite their angered banging on the door.

Each step forward came with a grunt, his clasp on my arm a forceful vise. He didn't look back at me or speak a word either, just stalked further into the room with determination coloring his aura.

A baffled protest was building on my tongue when suddenly, my back hit the black felt of the custom pool table.

And I mean hit the felt.

Roman deposited me on it like he planned to eat me alive.

He wedged his way almost effortlessly between my legs, and in the time I merely gasped, he'd already thrown my arms above my head and locked my wrists in his grip.

I was trapped beneath this man once again with nowhere to go.

Still no words were exchanged.

He looked me over once, just once, stare lingering on my eyes for a second longer, and then the domino effect went off like a bomb.

Lips collided.

Teeth crashed.

It was frantic, intense.

Unexpected.

Explosive.

I was scorching under his touch, reeling at the feel of his mouth on me again, and he was a ball of pent-up desperation, running a million miles per hour. He moved so fast, I literally couldn't keep up, panting wildly as he tore his lips away from my mouth and started down the column of my neck.

Kissing.

Licking.

Biting.

It was heaven and hell, so right and yet so fucking wrong. I knew I shouldn't be doing this with him, but I couldn't stop either.

The taste of bourbon on his lips was addicting.

He was addicting.

And I wanted more.

So much more.

Throwing all caution to the wind just to have it, even if for but a moment.

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