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He smirks as he reaches for my breast. His fingers close around my nipple, and I hiss through a wince as he pinches the hardened tip. “If you were dead, I wouldn’t get to see that look in your eyes that I’ve come to crave,” he drawls, pinching harder and twisting while I stifle a whimper. “That look you get when the pain starts to bleed to pleasure.”

My back arches, pussy pulsing at the rapturous shot of pain that zips through my body. My teeth sink into the cushion of my lower lip to bite back my moan, Roman’s eyes darkening in delight.

“You’re like a drug to me, Eliza,” he growls, releasing my nipple and trailing his calloused fingers down my belly. “So addictive that I’d have to bury myself here with you if there ever came a day when I couldn’t get another hit.” I cry out as his hand plunges between my thighs, fingers gliding through my wetness and circling my clit. “You’re addicted to the game too, aren’t you?” he muses, my thighs trembling as he works my clit expertly. “I think we should play another to punish you for acting out tonight. What do you think?”

“Y-yes,” I agree, both because I know that’s the only acceptable answer and because I’m willing to say just about anything to keep him touching me like he is.

“Good girl,” he groans, fingers moving faster, driving me closer to the brink of ruin. “I’m going to fuck you now, pet, and you’re going to enjoy every second of me claiming what’s mine, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” I cry, my back arching and toes curling.

“But you won’t get to come,” Roman adds darkly, abruptly halting his ministrations. He leans his face in closer, the tip ofhis nose brushing mine as he says, “I’m going to bring you to the edge, over and over, and just when you’re about to come, I’m going to pull you back. Again and again, until you’re begging for me to end your suffering and bury you in this grave.”

I open my mouth to protest, but then his fingers start moving against my clit again, my stomach swooping.

“And after I’m satisfied that you’ve been thoroughly punished, I’ll forgive your indiscretion with Niko and the way you tried to leave me,” he grits out, anger flashing in his eyes as he recounts the incident that led us here in the first place. He brings his other hand up to wrap around my throat, staring deeply into my eyes. “How does that sound, darling?”

My mouth hinges open, my thighs trembling. “Yes, okay,” I pant.

He pinches my clit in warning and my body seizes, my tangled thoughts tripping over my mistake.

“Yes,Sir!”

A low chuckle rumbles in Roman’s chest as he withdraws his fingers and pats my mound, my hips bucking up instinctively to chase his touch. “Oh, Eliza,” he groans, gazing down at me in sinister fascination. “You really are perfect for us.”

Before I can process the fact that he just actually acknowledged his alter-ego, he crawls over my body, shoving my thighs apart and tossing one of my legs up over his shoulder. Lining the broad tip of his cock up with my opening, he plunges inside, bottoming out in a single, brutal thrust. My muscles clench, a cry tearing from my throat at the sudden intrusion, but then his thumb lands on my clit and the pain instantly morphs to pleasure. He starts pistoning his hips, rutting into me savagely as the coil in my belly winds tighter.

I actually delude myself into thinking he’ll let me come, but the moment my climax is within reach, he abruptly withdraws his touch, slowing his thrusts to a languid pace while I squirmfor relief and curse his name. My breathing gradually slows as Roman gently pumps his hips, the coil inside me unwinding.

“Bastard,” I grit out, sinking my fingernails into his muscular thighs.

Roman just chuckles darkly in response, sliding my leg off his shoulder. In one fluid motion, he grips my hips and rises up onto his knees, lifting my ass off the ground and pounding into me harder. This angle is torture to my g-spot and he knows it. Within seconds, I’m clawing at the dirt, hurtling toward a soul-sucking climax.

Right as I’m cresting the peak, he pulls out, my inner walls clenching on air as he flips me over and cracks his palm against my ass. “Hands and knees, pet.”

I yell out in frustration as I scramble to comply, his velvety tip gliding through my folds as soon as I push up from the ground. He spreads my slickness up to my ass, teasing the tight ring with the head of his cock before sliding it back down and thrusting into my pussy. The savage invasion steals the air from my lungs as he starts roughly fucking me from behind, his hands squeezing my cheeks, thumb moving inward to press against my back hole. A needy moan tumbles from my lips as he starts pushing the digit inside, my ass throbbing as he buries it up to the knuckle.

“Please, Roman,” I whine, rocking back against him to meet his greedy thrusts.

He grunts in dissatisfaction.

“Please,Sir,” I correct.

He strokes a palm down my spine, slowing the movement of his hips. “Tell me what you need, pet.”

“I need to come,” I choke, my inner walls clenching around him. “Please, let me come.”

“Bad girls don’t get to come, Eliza,” he tuts.

I gasp as Roman suddenly pulls out, collapsing onto my elbows and screaming in frustration as he leaves me wanting yet again.

“You fucking asshole!” I spit, jerking my head sideways to cut him a glare over my shoulder, angry tears streaming down my cheeks.

“What was that, pet?” he mocks, the slick tip of his cock nudging my back hole. “You want my cock in your ass?”

I nod frantically, wincing at the pressure as he eases his hips forward. It hurt last time, but it also made me come.I need to come.

“Say it,” he growls.

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