Page 20 of Forbidden Daddy
"You’re mine," he growled against my lips, hips angling to hit a spot that made me cry out. "Say it."
"I’m yours." The words came easily, his claiming stroking the darker needs I hadn’t dared admit I had.
"No one else will ever touch you again." Another deep, intentional thrust.
"No one else," I breathed.
The look he gave me was one of pure darkness—raw and dominant and just a little bit possessive. I could see his control crumbling, see the walls dropping, and the man emerging, hungry for something only I could give him.
Desperate.
He plunged deeper, the sudden burst of pleasure making me scream.
Hunger.
He lifted me in his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist.
Captivated.
White-hot tension built in my core, stronger than before, threatening to overwhelm me.
Aching.
I was distantly aware that my back was hitting the polished oak door, that the only thing keeping us upright was his raw strength.
Need.
His eyes locked on mine.
Mine.
His thrusts became jerky, less controlled. He drove into me with a singular purpose—to possess, to claim, to show me what he wanted and how he would have it.
All at once, I shattered.
With a moan, I didn’t hold back; I let pleasure take me. Every muscle seemed to seize, my back arching, my hips grinding against him of their own accord. Distantly, I could feel him pounding into me, his cock spilling warmth inside me as he spent himself.
Afterward, he rested his forehead against mine, both of us breathing hard. When I finally recovered enough to lift my head, I met his gaze.
Roman pulled back, his hands gentle as he helped me straighten my clothes. There was something different in his expression now, something that looked almost like contentment.
"We should—" he started, but was interrupted by a sharp knock on the door.
"Roman." Declan’s voice cut through the morning air like a blade. "We need to talk. Now."
Roman’s entire body went tense, the relaxed satisfaction from moments before vanishing instantly. He double-checked that I was decent before moving me away from the door.
"Stay here," he told me, his voice back to that cold, commanding tone.
"Roman, wait?—"
But he had already opened the door, letting Declan into the room. I tried to look like I hadn’t just had the best fucking orgasm ever.
Declan’s pale eyes flicked between us, taking in Roman’s rumpled appearance and my flushed cheeks with calculating assessment. A slight smile played at the corners of his mouth, but it didn’t reach his eyes.
"I have a lead," Declan said without preamble. "On the mole that’s been feeding information to our enemies."
The words hit the room like a physical blow. Roman went very still, that predatory alertness I’d seen before settling over him like armor.
