Page 15 of Dangerous Secrets

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BIANCA

When Rome sent the message through my stage manager that he wanted to come back and see me, I almost turned him away. This isn’t the Flatiron. I can’t control the optics here. He has no clue that my brothers own this nightclub, and that Mickey holds stock in it too—a lot of it. If any of them see Roman Gusev enter my dressing room here I’m as good as dead. There will be no awkward standoff where Tony tells Rome to buzz off. They’d shoot him on the spot and maybe me too.

“I missed you,” he coos, standing behind me with his hands on my hips, nipping at the crook of my neck. I have thirty minutes until my set starts and I know Wren will come back to call me up, though he knows I have Rome back here since he is the one who showed Rome in. He won’t come until it’s almost time.

“It’s been a week.” I joke with him to hide my nerves. It’s my normal night across town but I knew he’d come, and I knew I’d have to swallow this hard truth I need to tell him. I can’t come right out and say I’m having his child because I need to know first if we even stand a chance at having a future together. Rome is a smart man; I’d never be able to hide my true nature from him for long.

“A week too long…” He kisses my neck and pulls my body into his. I watch his reflection in the mirror as he stares back at mine. I see the flash of desire there, the craving he has for me. I crave him too, in ways I shouldn’t I’m fighting my own urges to copulate and only because I feel like we need to talk more than we need to fuck.

“Is this all I am then? A whore you visit when you have a need?” I crane my neck to the side so he can enjoy kissing me and nibbling on my flesh. The bra and panties I wear will never hide my secret from him in a few months’ time, but for now, my body remains trim. Although, if he were astute, he’d notice the way my tits are slightly larger. When I bend over, they fall out of my bra, which is quite embarrassing.

“You are so much more, Bianca.” Rome turns me within his embrace and looks me in the eyes. “I told you; you belong to me. Every part of you.”

“Even the dark parts?” I’m pushing now, toying at the edge of my secret, wondering how much he means what he says. If he only knew what I’ve done.

“Every part.” Rome kisses me hard, and I respond in kind, parting my lips. His fingers push my panties down over my hips and gravity does the rest. I want this, but I want security in knowing this isn’t all it is, that when he learns about me, it won’t result in my death. I’m hunting him. I’m supposed to be gaining intimacy with him to hunt his family. Something tells me if he knew that, he wouldn’t feel the same way.

But the desire stirring in my body compels me to stay in this moment, leaving my worries for a future conversation, perhaps after his dick isn’t so hard and he isn’t grinding on me. I reach to put my arms around his neck, but he grabs a wrist and holds it behind my back, growling against my mouth.

“What’s so dark you think I won’t like it?” he asks. “Is it the way you like to be dominated? The way you like me to fuck you until you can’t walk?” His fingers work my bra hook and undo it. I find the need for his cock to be inside of me growing.

“Yes,” I moan.

“That is so hot.” He pulls my bra off and drops it. “I like the way you need me to fuck you.” His right hand grabs my left breast, kneading it, lightly pinching my nipple.

“Rome.” I wrap my arms around his neck, and he drops his mouth to mine once more. I kiss him back with the same intensity. My hips roll forward into him, putting pressure against my mound. “I want you.” I feel the cool air of the dressing room on my exposed chest, my nipples hard, my body aching for release.

He unbuckles his belt and pulls it free from the belt’s loops. I'm not sure whether he'll choke me or spank me, but it sends my body wild with desire just thinking about it. I love the way he dominates me in bed. The way he leaves marks on my body. The way he makes me come.

“I can’t wait to fuck you,” he growls into my mouth. “You’ll come so hard.”

I want to say the same, but he’s kissing me so hard, his hand on my breast, his cock hard against me, I can’t even form words. He reaches between us and unbuttons his pants, pushing them down in front, along with his boxers. His thick dick protrudes from the fly of his pants, standing proudly erect, so I take hold of it and squeeze it, stroking lightly.

He groans and I stroke harder, up and down, moving my hand to the base, then to the tip, then back down again. I can feel the precum at the tip of his cock and I want it inside me. I want to be filled with him, his desire, his lust. My pussy aches so badly, sending me into a frenzy. Our kisses are sloppy, teeth raking across each other's lips. Then his mouth travels to my neck, then my shoulder, where they sink in, breaking the skin.

"Ah..." I whimper but he bites hard. If he moves even a few inches farther, he'll wipe away the makeup that covers my tattoo. So, I distract him, grabbing his dick with my fingernails. He straightens and hisses, looking me dead in the eye.

"So, you want to play dirty?"

I narrow my eyes at him. I can't be found out, and I've had a few close calls lately. If he sees my mark, he will know who I am and even though I have to tell him eventually, during sex is not the way I want to communicate that.

"Spank me," I whisper, and before I can even finish the phrase the belt in his hand comes down across my legs. It's not painful, but it startles me. He does it again, this time on my ass, which stings a little. "Ah!" I can't help but moan. The combination of pain and pleasure mixing together sends my body wild. I want more.

Rome leans back, smiling at me. I run my tongue along my lips, and he drops the belt to the floor. His eyes scan the table beside the vanity where we store all our lotions, makeups and headpieces. My pussy is dripping wet. I can't wait to have him inside me, but I'm shocked when he takes both hands in a long sweeping motion and tosses everything from the table onto the ground, leaving only one hairbrush.

I gasp and scowl. "Woah, what the fuck?" I keep my voice quiet, not wanting to alert the stage crew or other performers. That's going to take me ages to clean up. Luckily nothing broke.

"Shut up and be a good girl, or I'll drag you outside and spank you in front of the whole crowd."

I laugh, grabbing the hairbrush from the table. "You wouldn't."

He raises an eyebrow. "Try me," he says, and I can tell from the look in his eye that he's serious. He grabs the hairbrush from my hand and nods at the table. "Get up there."

I smirk at him and move to the table, climbing on. "Spread your legs wide and bend over," he says, and I quickly do as he says. He takes the hairbrush and positions himself between my legs, running the back of the brush up my thigh. I shiver at his touch as his hand glides up my back to cradle my head and he leans against me. "You look so fuckable like this."

"Then fuck me," I mewl, even as he pulls my hair hard and forces my neck backward. His teeth scrape across my skin. I know there will be more marks there to cover with makeup which I'll have to find in the pile on the floor.

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