Page 85 of Lethal Legacy

I swallow my profound objections to that plan and focus on the first part of his remarks. “Speaking as someone who spent quite a lot of time in boarding schools,” I say cautiously, “they aren’t always the best environment for a child with a disrupted home life. There are a lot of good international schools here. Surely Ofelia and Mickey could attend one of those? At least until their mother gets... settled.”

“Maybe.” He smells so good. Clean, fresh, and oaky, like a forest after rain. It’s dangerous inhaling him. Even more dangerous to actually look at him. I stay focused on sticking his cut together, trying not to notice the way his eyes are roaming all over me. “I’ll agree to the parade,” he says abruptly. “After security have done a thorough assessment and given me a plan. The school issue I’ll take under advisement.”

“That will make the children very happy.” I finish applying the stitches and go to step back, but Roman’s hand snakes out, encircling my wrist. He uncrosses his legs and pulls me between them.

“And that matters to you?” His eyes are dark, his hands resting on my hips.

I gulp. A dull pulse begins to throb between my legs. “Of course it matters to me.”

“Let’s hope,” he murmurs, his thumbs stroking leisurely over my hip bones, “that you take all aspects of your employment as seriously. Nice dress, by the way.” He slides his hands down to the hem and then onto my bare legs. “Although I think I’d prefer to see it off.”

I gulp.Don’t get distracted.“There are—er—some other things we need to talk about.”

“And we will. Later.” His hands travel slowly up my legs, sending fire through me, until they come to rest tantalizingly close to where I need them. Abruptly he pulls me down, so I’m straddling him, his hands resting under my ass, my legs spread indecently wide. The hard bulge under his denim presses against the thin covering of my underwear. He rocks me slowly against him, my clit rolling up and down his huge shaft. I’m helpless in his grasp, my entire world centered on the fire between my legs, the need to have him inside me.

“You left this morning.” His lips trace fire along my neck. “Why?”

He switches his mouth to the other side. I bite my lip in an effort not to moan.

“You said . . .” I gasp as his mouth moves lower. “. . . no pajama parties.”

His cough of laughter jolts his cock against me in a way that makes me wetter than I already am. “I don’t recall you wearing pajamas,milaia.”

He rolls me over his length again. “Fuck, you’re wet.” His voice has a rough edge. “I can feel your heat all over me, littlevedma. What if I put my mouth on these?” One hand comes up to my nipple through the dress. “Would that push you over the edge?” I gasp and arch toward him, grinding down harder on his sheathed cock. He thumbs the nipple so slowly I want to scream. “Well, well, Miss Lopez,” he says huskily. “No bra? Somebody really does need to come.”

I moan.Is it possible to come just from dirty talk?I feel like I’m already on the verge.

“Next time,” he growls against the curve of my breast, “wait for my order before you leave my bed.” His tongue traces the crevice between my breasts, still trapped in the sundress. “You do understand orders, Miss Lopez, don’t you?”

Fuuck.

“Yes.” My voice is breathy.

“Good. Then take your tits out of that dress before I tear it off.”

I reach behind me and untie the halter neck. The dress falls away, revealing my naked breasts. His sharp intake of breath, and the sudden leap of his cock beneath me, send me spinning into a whirlpool of deepening desire.

I want him. I want Roman so fucking much I can’t stand it. Some distant part of me is horribly aware that this might be the last time I get to do this, and that makes me shameless and desperate.

Taking his face between my hands, I kiss him.

Every other time we’ve kissed, we’ve been deep in it, already lost on our way to the final destination. This time is different. Slower. Entirely involved, just his mouth on mine.

I might have started it, but he takes control immediately, holding me hard on his cock, his lips taking mine with such devastating skill I’m writhing shamelessly, my bare breasts crushed against him. His tongue swipes my mouth, and I moan in the back of my throat, pushing harder into him. The kiss loops and surges, intense, deep, and all-consuming. His hand is in my hair, my mouth entirely at his mercy as he plunders it. The world shrinks down to the heat of our open mouths, the thudding pulse between my legs, my aching breasts. I’m a quivering ball of mindless desire.

He takes his mouth from mine and bends me backward, taking first one nipple then the other until I’m straining against him. My pussy is so fucking wet and swollen my underwear feels uncomfortably constrictive. I want everything off, want to feel his naked skin against my own.

“Take it off,” I gasp, tugging at his T-shirt.

“So impatient.” His throaty laughter vibrates maddeningly against my nipple. “But that isn’t the way this game works, Miss Lopez.” He pulls my dress over my head and rears back, staring at me. I’m naked but for lacy French panties, legs spread indecently wide, arched against his denim-covered cock with my nipples swollen and begging for his mouth.

“Yebena mat, little vedma.” His voice is gravelly, his eyes burning hell fire. “Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are, Lucia? Look at yourself.” He turns me around so I’m facing the mirror over the bar and settles me back down with my ass against him, my legs draped wide over his own. I barely recognize the girl in the mirror. Her lips are swollen, her eyes almost closed, nipples flushed and damp from Roman’s mouth. His hand comes around and slips down the front of my panties. I cry out as his fingers find my clit. His other hand settles on my nipple. He puts his mouth against my ear.

“Don’t close your eyes, littlevedma,” he murmurs. “See how fucking hot you look. How turned on you are.” He slips a finger inside me, and I moan, trying to spread my legs wider, push it deeper. “This reminds me of the first day I touched you, in my office.” He finger fucks me slowly, his thumb pressed against my clit, the iron length of his cock hard up against my ass. “You were so wet,milaia.But I think you’re even wetter now. You’re like a furnace inside.”

“Please,” I gasp. In the mirror I can see the powerful muscles in his forearms cording as he fucks me with his hand. It’s mesmerizing. And it’s driving me insane.

“Please what?” he rumbles in my ear.

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