Page 98 of Revive Me

He bites out a curse. “Jesus, I can feel your pussy squeezing me,” he groans, his movements quickening.

I try to get impossibly closer, my lips brushing against his. His touch is one thing, but it’s his closeness that I want more of. I want more ofhim. That’s what’s going to set me off.

“Kiss me,” I whimper. “Kiss me like it’s?—”

He captures my mouth before I can even finish my sentence. His arm slides around my waist, pulling me flush against his body, and he devours me exactly how I was craving. All while his fingers work me ceaselessly toward an explosive release.

“Come for me,” he begs. “Just give me that, Liliana. Send me home knowing I could make you happy for a while.”

My breath hitches at his words, but the pleasure is already taking over my body. The orgasm rolls through me, drowning me in wave after wave of euphoria as I moan his name, leaving me breathless and shaking in his arms.

“Beautiful,” he breathes.

With a stuttered exhale, I drop my forehead to his shoulder, trying to catch my breath. His hand starts to rub circles in a soothing rhythm on my back.

But when his hand bumps his armrest…he stops.

I pull back with a frown. And come face to face with Roman’s blank expression.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

He shrugs, an arrogant smirk appearing on his lips. But I can tell he’s forcing it, his stiff posture making it obvious to me that he’s hiding something.

“You just came all over my fingers. Why would anything be wrong?” He raises his hand in front of his face, rubbing his thumb over the pads of his fingers and studying the wetness coating them. “And that was just my fingers. I bet the single dad couldn’t have even done that with his fully functional cock.”

I stiffen.He did not just say that…

I knew Roman was lashing out at me at the beginning of this conversation, but this is taking it too far. With unease slithering through my body, I climb off of his lap and right my clothes.

“That was a mistake,” I say, my tone hardening. I force myself to meet Roman’s eyes. “This is why I asked Fran to transfer you to a different therapist.”

And this is the moment that Roman’s walls crumble. Every façade, every defense he’s had up since we started this conversation…it disappears. And I see the true emotions hiding underneath.

Hurt. Fear. Panic.

But truthfully, I’m feeling all of those things right now, too.

“I’m sorry.” The words slip out before I can think through the apology. “I never wanted this to happen. I—” My voice cracks, and I have to clear my throat before I can continue. “I only ever wanted the best for you.”

“You’rewhat’s best for me,” he bursts out. “Youmade me better. You’re theonlyone who made me better. Liliana, please…” Another flash of fear in his eyes. “Please don’t leave me to do this alone.”

“Roman, Ican’t,” I say, pleading with him to understand. “This has gone way too far. It’s wrong on a hundred levels, and on top of that, we clearly don’t have enough self-control to keep it from happening again. There’s just no way I can stay on as your therapist.”

He knows I’m right. But he’s stubborn, and afraid, and already pushing back with a headshake.

I try to cut off his rebuttal by saying, “You’ll be okay with someone else, I promise. I’ll have Fran transfer you to someone who I know you’ll be able to work with, and without the distraction of…this, you’ll be on your feet in no time. You’ll see.”

“You’re delusional if you think that’s true,” he spits out angrily. “You know what a dozen failed therapists have taught me? Thatyouwere the secret to my success. There’s a reason you’re the only one I made real progress with.”

My desperation mounts. “Roman?—”

“I won’t work with anyone else,” he says sharply. “If you transfer me, I’ll stop doing my therapy. There won’t be any point.”

My eyes widen at the blunt threat. I knew he was going to push back, butthis… this is the worst-case scenario reaction, and it’s one I didn’t prepare for.

But somehow, it’s also the thing that makes me realize, truly realize, that I’m doing the right thing. Because our relationship isn’t the only reason that we need to separate.

Roman also needs to stand on his own.

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