Page 46 of Sacrificing Zoriah

“Take the card, Zoriah,” he says firmly.

“No, Roman. I don’t want to use your money,” I say softer. “I didn’t earn it.”

“You don’t have to earn it, mi amor. Either you take it and use it when you need to, or I buy you expensive and lavish gifts until you give up and take the card. It has your name on it because you’ve been a user for a year. It has been in my wallet since theday I got it because you have refused to take it. You’ve always had full access.”

“I feel like it’s wrong to use your money,” I say.

“Our money now, Zoriah,” he says. “I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t trust you.”

“Fine,” I sigh. I take the card and tuck it away in my purse.

“I want you to buy something nice for yourself. Anything you want, but make it expensive and lavish to your taste. Okay? Spoil yourself,” he says.

“I’ll try,” I say. “Buying name-brand fruit snacks is what I consider spoiling myself so…”

“Well, at least buy the big box,” he winks.

We eat and talk about where we are at with searching for the cult. We plan to visit the place I escaped from now that the police have released the scene. They haven’t found anything so far, so I am just going to assume the cult has a hold on the local police. We are on our own, and not even money has been able to help so far. I just want Huxley back.

“I’m going to use the restroom,” I say when the server walks away with the receipt. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah,” he smiles. “I can see the door from here.”

“Okay,” I say happily. I stand, and he wraps his arms around my waist to pull me close before I can walk away.

“I love you, Riah,” he says, kissing me.

“I love you too, Roman,” I reply sweetly. He pats my ass before letting me go.

I go to the bathroom and take care of business. I don’t want to spend too much time in here, so I hurry up and wash my hands. I can’t see the door from here, but I hear it open. I focus on finishing up, and as soon as I see a figure behind me, a hand suddenly covers my mouth, and I am pushed across the sink. I scream against the hand, but it’s the gentle kiss on my shoulder that makes me calm down.

“You should be paying attention, mi amor,” he says as he forces my legs apart and pushes my face down into the sink where the water is still running. He pulls the knob that plugs the sink, and I instantly start to panic. He holds on tightly to my hip as he grabs a handful of my hair.

“Roman! Wait. Hold on. Roman, please,” I plead as I try to push myself away from the water.

“Better hold your breath, mi amor,” he says before shoving my face down into the water. I thrash and soak myself, desperately trying to surface. When he slams his cock deep into my pussy and starts fucking me, I forget I’m underwater. I forget I’m supposed to be panicked. None of it matters, because I have Roman deep inside of me.

It took four weeks for me to rewrite my brain and teach my body that pleasure wasn’t harmful. I had to coax my trauma into letting happiness slip back through. I forced myself to feel normal, but I wasn’t. I will never be who I was before being sacrificed. I will never know who I could have been because of that night nineteen years ago. What I do know is that I am loved by many, and I am safe. No matter where I am or what is happening, Roman, Ben, and Huxley will keep me safe to the best of their ability.

Roman pulls my head out of the water, and I gasp for air as he continues to rail me into the counter. “Fuck,” I moan. “Oh, God!”

“God isn’t here, mi amor. It’s just me,” he says in a tone the exact opposite of how hard he is fucking me. I suck in a deep breath of air before he pushes my face under water again. This time he presses my face against the bottom of the sink and pushes deeper. My belly aches, and I am suspended mid-orgasm. Not being able to breathe is making my lungs burn, and he won’t let up. I start panicking when I feel faint. I want to believe that he wouldn’t drown me, but he is so lost in his rhythm that I am starting to fear that he might not recognize how close to drowning I am. I try to push up to get my face out of the water, but he just holds onto me and pounds into my pussy harder. Roman pulls my head up for just long enough that I can take a deep breath before he forces me back under the water. The rush of oxygen forces my orgasm out, and I scream underwater, the last bit of my air bubbling to the surface as my arousal floods out of me. Roman finally groans and shoves his cock as deep as he can as he fucks his come deep into my body. He pulls me up and unplugs the drain all at once.

I am coughing and choking as I gasp for air. Roman helps me clean up before wiping down the counter. When he turns me to face him, he cups my face. “You… I don’t know how to breathe underwater, Roman.”

“You were never in danger,” he says. “I’m sure it felt like you were, but I was paying attention to your body.”

“I feel bad that I doubted you,” I say.

“You panicked. It’s understandable,” he smiles. “Eventually, you won’t panic. My goal is blind trust, no matter what happens.”

“I am soaking wet,” I laugh.

“I left a nice tip, and we will go straight to the car,” he says, kissing me softly.

“Well, let’s go so you can fuck me in our new house,” I say sweetly, and he chuckles.

We walk out of the bathroom and earn more than a few glances as Roman leads us out. I look like a hot mess, and everyone in that place just heard me get fucked. Why is that so satisfying? Knowing that there are other women out there jealous that he is fucking me is thrilling. We walk out to the new car that Roman bought, and as soon as I go to get in, someone grabs my arm.

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