Page 29 of Forbidden Daddy
The kiss was fierce, desperate, like we were both drowning and each other was air. His mouth moved against mine with brutal precision, claiming and demanding in equal measure. My back hit the steel wall harder, and I didn’t care.
When we finally broke apart, both breathing hard, Roman stared down at me with something that looked like wonder.
"That’s my answer," I said, my voice rough from his kisses.
"Cassie—"
"I’m not leaving, Roman. I’m not running from this, from you, from whatever war is coming." I pulled him closer, leaving no space between us. "But if I’m staying, then you’re going to teach me how to survive in your world."
Something shifted in his expression—approval, maybe, or satisfaction. "It won’t be easy."
"Nothing worthwhile ever is."
Roman’s mouth curved into that dangerous, almost-smile that made my knees weak. "Then let’s begin."
11
CASSIE
Roman’s eyes burned into mine as I dragged him down for another kiss, my answer clear in the desperate way my mouth moved against his. The cold steel of the armory wall bit through my thin shirt, but all I could feel was the heat radiating from his body, the way his hands fisted in my hair like he was afraid I might disappear.
"I’m ready to begin right away," I whispered against his lips, tasting whiskey and something darker—something purely him.
His control snapped.
What happened next was nothing like our previous encounters. This wasn’t about dominance or claiming or proving a point. This was about need—raw, desperate, all-consuming need that made my bones ache with wanting.
With one smooth move, Roman grabbed my ass, lifting me against the wall as I wrapped my legs around his waist. The new angle let me feel his arousal, the massive hardness straining against his slacks. A whimper slipped past my lips as he pressedhimself against my soaked core, the layers of clothing making the friction even more exquisite.
"That’s right, angel," he murmured against my neck, his mouth leaving marks that I knew would last all day. "Tell me how much you want me."
"I need you inside me," I gasped, and his grip tightened almost painfully.
His cock throbbed between my legs at the word, but he didn’t give me what I wanted. Instead, he started moving, driving my back harder against the unforgiving steel as he grinded against my aching pussy. His mouth caught mine in another searing kiss, tongue spearing past my lips like he was staking a claim.
I was so distracted by the heat of his body that I didn’t realize he was walking until my back hit something softer than the wall. At some point, he’d crossed the room and laid me out on a dark grey leather couch, his body still wedged between my thighs. His hands slid down my sides, dragging the thin fabric of my shirt with them.
And then my bra was gone, leaving my breasts bare.
Roman groaned, rolling one sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Beautiful."
I could’ve let him carry on teasing me, dragging this torture out until I was a desperate, panting mess. But I had other ideas.
Bracing my feet against the edge of the couch, I pushed with my hips. His body twisted in response, landing on his back beside me while I rolled to straddle him, his expression unreadable.
"Let me," I breathed.
"Your heart is racing," he observed, the pulse in my throat jumping as his thumb stroked across the skin there. "Nervous?"
"Excited," I corrected. "Let me touch you, Roman."
Something dark flickered across his features, and his hands twitched like he was about to flip us again. But then he nodded, just once.
My fingers found the buttons on his shirt, slipping the first one free of its mooring. I kept my eyes on his, trying to read the emotion in the infinite blue of his irises, but it was like staring down a bottomless well. He’d never been an easy man to read, and right now, he was impossible.
As the last button slipped free, I felt his muscles tense, chest contracting beneath my fingertips as they slipped down his pecs, exploring the dips and ridges of an exquisitely carved physique.
Without stopping to think too hard about what I was about to do, I lowered my mouth to his chest.
