Page 16 of Dangerous Secrets

The head of his cock brushes against my pussy and I push back, trying to get him inside me. He clicks his tongue and grinds on me. My moisture smears between our flesh, and each time his girth smoothes across my entrance I moan. He's teasing me, working me up for something.

"You're wet tonight... Good girl." I feel the whiff of air before I feel the sting as he uses the back of the hairbrush like a paddle. My outer thigh burns.

"Ah!" I wince and lean back, planting the heels of my palms on the table behind me as it wobbles. "Shit..."

"Did I say you could move?" His voice is stern and laced with hunger.

I shake my head, eyes wide. "No," I mutter, playing his game. "I'm so sorry." I, too, let the desire bubble to the surface in my tone, a thickness to my words he doesn't misunderstand.

"If you were sorry, you wouldn't have moved in the first place." He looms over me. I can feel him press against my ass, the head of his cock rubbing against my entrance. "You need to be punished." The brush comes down hard against the side of my ass again and I wince. Then he lifts one of my legs up and drapes my foot over his shoulder. My back scrapes along the brick wall behind me, threatening to rub the makeup off my arm. I grab his shoulder to keep my arm away from the rough surface, and he lifts my other leg to his shoulder. I'm folded in half, barely sucking in tiny breaths as he grinds against me. His cock still smears my juices.

"Fuck... Rome..." I whimper.

"You're such a bad girl." His cock slides into me, and I try to push back, but he holds me in place. His teeth graze my ear. The way he claws at my sides intensifies my arousal. I shudder and clench, groaning for more. "

"Please fuck me, Rome," I mewl as his cock barely moves inside me. I'm so desperate to feel him pound into me; I want him to fuck me raw.

Gasping as he slams into me, I throw my head back. The table beneath me shakes with each thrust and he grunts and growls. His fingernails dig into me deeper and I whimper. My arms are trembling. My legs are shaking. The table rocks and creaks with each thrust, but he doesn't stop. He just holds onto my hips and slams into me.

"Fuck! Oh my god..." I squeal and moan. My muscles tense and I pant and writhe against him. He drives into me again and I feel my orgasm building.

"You're cumming for me, good girl?" he huffs against my ear. His teeth graze my neck and then his lips are on my shoulder and his arms are wrapped around me.

"Yes! Oh my god! Fuck!" I moan and clench around his cock as I cum. I feel him pulsing inside me, filling me with his cum. It's hot, warming me and making me shiver at the same time. Rome does things to my body I've only ever felt with him in moments like this. Things I never want to feel with anyone else. I'm overcome by the strong connection we have, almost whispering those three little words I'd love to hear him say back to me. But I can't.

He pulls out of me, and I am left on shaky legs as he throws the hairbrush on the table. I hear him zip his pants as I let my legs drop and rest my head on the wall behind me. He never sticks around long, and tonight will be no different, I have to go on soon. He has to leave before Tony or Soren comes in to check on me.

"I wonder if you can help me with something." Rome's voice is gravelly.

I slowly open my eyes and have a deep cleansing breath. Sex hormones are so heavy in my body my vision is blurred. I find it hard to pull myself out of it to focus on him. He’s putting his belt through the loops and staring at me with delight. I love it when he looks at me like that. I have that power over him and even though it’s a tool I use on some of my victims, I know I can never use that against him.

“What’s that?” I’ll humor him with an answer before I feel him out for the answers, I need from him.

“I’m looking for someone… Someone who frequents the Flatiron club.” He sighs as he buckles his belt and straightens his gig line. “I wondered if you might have seen or heard anything.”

“Bianca! Open this door,” Tony shouts, banging on the dressing room door. I huff and glance at it. I knew they would come searching for me, but I wanted more time with him.

“You have to go,” I tell Rome, snatching my panties off the ground.

“Yeah… Maybe we can chat another time?” He lingers even as Tony bangs and shouts again. I pull my panties on and rise up on my tiptoes to kiss Rome on the cheek.

“I have things I want to discuss with you too. Important things.” I whisper so he gets the point that we have to be quiet. “You remember the way out?”

He nods and touches my lips, staring into my eyes. “I’ll be back… I can’t get enough of your body.”

I snicker and watch as he vanishes into the adjoining bathroom. It loops through to another dressing room where there is a window to the back alley. He’s done this more than once, though I wish it didn’t have to be this way. It’s my own fault for getting emotionally involved with him. If I had just done my job, I wouldn’t be pregnant; Tony wouldn’t be hounding me, and the Russians would be scrambling for a new leading family.

“Bianca!” Tony screams and I stutter step to the door with my bra in hand. I snap it in place before pulling the door open with an exasperated look on my face.

“What the hell?” I am angry my time with Rome was cut short and I haven’t gotten to find out what he might think of a woman like me, but business is business.

Tony bursts into the room looking around with suspicion and anger on his face. He stops by the mess on the ground and stares at it for a second before turning to me. “What’s this about?”

“Accident,” I blurt, shutting the door. I’m about sick of him barging into my dressing rooms and confronting me. “I was masturbating. Have a problem with that?” I know he’s not stupid. The smell of sex is heavy in the air and the idea of his adult sister self-pleasuring is enough to turn him away from the topic. He scowls and crosses his arms over his chest.

“They’re on to you.”

“Who?” I walk past the mess on the ground and see my reflection in the mirror. The makeup on my arm is smudged. I can faintly see a trace of the black ink beneath the surface. No doubt if Roman had stayed any longer, he’d have noticed it too. The makeup had to have gotten smeared during our romp.

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