Page 133 of For a Price

“Don’t touch me… I don’t want to be here. I want you to let me go. Just let me leave!”

“You’re going nowhere!”

“YOU DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!”

My words ring out like a shrill battle cry that almost shatters any glass in the room. I launch my hand at him, the same sharp nails that had scratched his cheek slashing down his neck. It’s as far as I can reach as I claw at him for freedom and he simply squeezes me tighter and then shoves me back.

We both go down. I land first, half-bouncing against the springs in the mattress. Roman on top, causing the entire bed to shake.

The struggle only intensifies, with my thrashing growing more desperate.

“LET… ME… GO…” I scream over and over again.

He grits his teeth and pins me down. He bows his head and growls in my face. “Not until you calm the fuck down and we talk about what happened!”

“UGH! LET GO!”

I jam my knee between his thighs and land a brutal hit on his crotch. He howls in pain, and for a split second the rage that flashes in his eyes stirs fresh fear inside me.

Fear I haven’t felt in a long time when around Roman.

Before I can even consider what will happen next, he grabs me by the throat and traps the rest of my body between his muscled thighs.

The submission maneuver forces me to go still.

For me to peer helplessly, yet stubbornly, up at him.

“Stop this tantrum right now,” he says through clenched teeth.

I want to come up with a sassy rebuttal. Some reply that tells him to go fuck himself or defiant words that show I’ll stand my ground.

But as I peer up at him and the emotional tide crashes inside me, something snaps. The axis I’ve been standing on tilts until I can’t bear it a second longer. It’s like I’m jumping out of my skin, seeking to feel something, anything other than what I do in this moment.

My head pitches forward. It raises up ’til I’m pressing a hard, desperate kiss against Roman’s mouth.

For once, I’m making the first move. For once, Roman’s caught off guard.

He freezes as I kiss him, my tongue tracing the curve of his lips.

I can’t say I blame him. I probably seem crazy as hell to go from clawing at him one second to seeking out his mouth in the next.

Yet it makes sense in my foggy head. It feels right as I revel in the warmth of him. The way his scruff scratches against my softer face the deeper I kiss him.

His shock fades for the same hunger he’s always had for me.

Uncontrolled and unfettered, it bursts free within seconds.

I’m no longer the one consuming him. He squeezes at the side of my throat and holds me down, planting a kiss on me that burns with passion. It runs so hot that it quickly scorches any other feeling I have in the moment.

All the grief, sorrow, and pain is razed to the ground. At least for now.

Roman’s mouth becomes the only thing I know.

A much needed escape at a time where I lost one of the only people I’ve ever cared about. He seems to sense it’s what I need as he kisses me deep and then our hands start tugging and ripping at fabric.

We kiss and roll over and tear at each other’s clothes. My jeans are wrenched away and so are his. The same happens to my bra as my breasts spring free and Roman gropes one in each hand.

Neither of us stop to think for long before I’m straddling him, sinking down on his dick. We groan at the instant sensations that crash over us. Sounds that are throaty and raw and that Roman silences with another deep kiss.

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