Page 75 of Worth the Trouble

Rome shakes his head with such darkness in his gaze I swear it quickens my heartbeat in my chest. “No, sweetheart, we aren’t playing a game of chicken. If you want me to stop this time, you better start begging me for mercy.”

24

Lili

Rometrailsthepadof his thumb over my bottom lip, toying with it. He slides his thumb into my mouth and over my tongue, before dragging it back out. His gaze transfixed as he smears my mouth.

“Do you enjoy feeling dirty?” he asks, running his wet thumb over my lips, back and forth.

“Only for you.”

His stare flicks to mine, and there’s a satisfied haze clouding his vision that feels a lot like appreciation. I might as well be a drug he’s inserting directly into his veins because he reacts to me like he’s high off the feeling.

And I want to help him feel it. I want him to dirty me up for everyone else because there’s no coming back from him.

“I could make a mess of this mouth,” he drags his thumb over my lower lip once more. “Or this face. You make me want to do the most fucked up things.”

Not taking my gaze off him, I reach for the bottom of my now see-through wet shirt and pull it overhead, which forces his hands away in the process. Unbuttoning my baggy acid-washed jeans, I strip them off as well. He watches me strip down to a white lace bra and panty set, not blinking once. Almost as if he’s afraid he’ll miss something.

Slowly, I sink to my knees in front of him.

There’s no more running. No more hiding. It didn’t do me any good anyway because all roads led straight back to Rome.

I kneel and look up at him, offering everything I can to the most destructive, inked man I’ve ever met. And I dare him to pretend he doesn’t feel the same.

“Show me.”

Two words that come out in a near whisper from my fear of them. Because I would like to tell myself this is just sex. That the tingle in my belly is nothing more than a reaction to Rome standing over me. But as I look up at him and willingly hand over control, I know it’s not to chase a climax. It’smore.

I sit back on my heels and pretend I still have a choice in what happens here. I pretend I can choose him and that he would choose me in return. I make believe in my mind that this wouldn’t destroy both of our futures, and there’s no expiration date on these games we’re playing.

Every part of me wishes for things I can’t have.

Rome reaches out for the sides of my face, raking my wet hair away from it, looking like he wants to have me and hurt me. Love me and leave me.

“Hands behind your back.”

I do as I’m told, handing over control to him. Excited at the prospect of what degrading way he’ll make me pay for willingly submitting to him.

His hands leave my face, and he undoes his pants, tugging them down in the front, just enough to release his hard cock, while still standing there like he’s in complete control. He wraps one hand around his dick and pumps the length of it slowly. A bead drips from the tip, and I feel my head get light at the sight of it.

“Open your mouth.”

His gaze is focused as I follow his commands, and I realize I’m not the only one drunk on this moment. The sight of me kneeling before him has him breathing harder, and I’m empowered by the fact that I have the ability to do that to him.

I’ve never felt overtly sexy in my skin, but Rome makes me feel like I’m everything worth looking at.

With his free hand, Rome grips the back of my head and tilts it so I’m forced to look up at him. It’s hard and hurts a little. Walking the fine line between punishment and pleasure.

“Tongue out.”

He watches me do it, bending at the waist to lean his face down to me. And he licks my tongue. It’s the most strangely erotic thing I’ve ever felt.

“Beautiful.” He stands at his full height and replaces the spot he warmed my tongue with the head of his dick.

The piercing smears around what is already leaking out of the tip.

“Now be a good girl and breathe through your nose.” A final command before he thrusts himself in.

---