Page 70 of Lethal Legacy

“You started a dangerous game this afternoon, Miss Lopez.” When I raise my eyes, his face is a solid mask of control that sends shivers down my spine. “One I intend to see through.”

“Oh?” I meant it to be a challenge, but the husk of desire in my voice is obvious even to me.

“Drop the robe.” Roman’s voice is low and commanding as he tilts his head toward the corridor. I step out onto the cool marble and let the robe fall to the floor. The blunt head of his cock leaps above the waistband, swelling as I watch.

The pulse between my legs turns into an incessant pounding.

“Look at me.”

I drag my eyes back up the wall of his chest. His eyes hold mine, dark and entirely unreadable.

“Turn around.”

I do, the molten heat between my legs slicking down my inner thighs.

“Walk.”

I move down the corridor. I can feel his eyes on my ass, sense him like a predator behind me. I come into the salon, lit only by the soft pools of downlight over the bar.

“Stop.”

Roman moves past me to the long leather sofa. He stands before it, powerful thighs spread wide, the top half of his shaft now hard up against the carved musculature of his abdomen. The pot and monitor clatter to the coffee table beside me. He throws a cushion onto the marble tiles.

“On your knees.”

“Ah.”I can’t help the slight gasp as I drop, my knees splayed wide, eyes glued to the swollen girth thrusting above the narrow band.

He reaches past me and dips his fingers into the pot, twining caramel around them. “Open your mouth.”

I part my lips and his fingers slide in, caressing the inside of my mouth with smooth, sweet dexterity. My tongue swirls around them, and I feel a dark satisfaction when he sucks in his breath, his fingers tracing the ribbed arch of my mouth. I want those fingers inside me. I want his cock in my mouth.

I squirm in frustration, my eyes barely inches from the swollen head I’m longing to taste.

“Eyes on me.”

Reluctantly I raise my eyes. His are midnight black, narrow and focused as his fingers slide in and out of my mouth. His cock rears out of the sweats as if my mouth is already on it. His fingers probe my mouth more deeply, and I open wide to take them.

“Take them off.” The harsh rasp in his voice betrays his own desire, sending liquid heat straight to my core.

He wants this as much as I do.

My knees splay even wider, my back arching as I place my palms tentatively on his thighs, the muscles there tensing under my touch.

I pull down his sweats, and he kicks them away. His cock surges free, slapping up against his abdomen. I saw it the other night, felt him inside me. But this close I can see the ridged vein running down it, the perfection of the blunt, broad head, the almost impossibly wide girth.

He’s fucking huge.

I groan softly around his fingers. His shaft twitches, a bead of moisture gathering at the head. I lap at the calloused digits in my mouth, my hips thrusting slowly in a desperate bid to stimulate myself. I’m wet and open, hungry for his fingers, his mouth, his cock.

He traces my lower lip with his thumb, his eyes boring into mine as his fingers stroke my mouth as if they’re inside my pussy. “Your lips are made to be fucked, Miss Lopez.”

My body jerks convulsively, moisture trickling down my thighs.

His fingers leave my mouth and slide across my face into my hair. “Keep your eyes on me,” he rasps. Taking his cock in his other hand, he slowly feeds it to me, inch by throbbing inch.

He smells of the citrus soap he uses, sharp and fresh, undercut by the rich, oaky scent that seems to emanate from his being. I flatten my tongue as his dick stretches my lips wide, slowly but surely filling my mouth. The blunt head touches the back of my throat, and he pauses until I relax, then feeds me even more.

His large hands tangle in my hair, guiding the slant of my mouth, his eyes locked on mine. I draw my tongue up the vein on the underside and he grits his teeth, his fingers tightening in my hair, but still he doesn’t break eye contact or stop the slow, steady movement of his hands on my head. I swirl my tongue around the swollen tip and his cock jerks, his thumbs tracing my jawline with exquisite delicacy.

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