Page 31 of Fractured Loyalties
But it’s too late to stop now.
“Roman,” I breathe out the name as I explode, my pussy soaking the cock of someone I assume is so much safer, and so much less…wrong.
The guy must feel me coming undone, because he lets out a hiss, and slams in deeper and more complex, chasing his own release.
“Little Lamb,” he mutters, as his body spasms against mine. As he comes, he bites down on my shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark.
The pain snaps me back to myself, and I realize I’m crying, silent tears dripping onto my white knuckles.
I’m so fucked up. I just let some guy fuck me while I thought about my… stepbrother.
He pulls out, leaving a mixture of us to run down my leg. The warmth of his body being removed from mine leaves me cold, and the silence settling behind me is absolutely deafening.
“Kade… I… we shouldn’t have…” I struggle to put together my thoughts as I finally find it in me to straighten up, and then, using the shelves, spin around to face him.
But the eyes I meet arenotKade’s.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!
“What did we just do?” I exasperate, my heart pounding in the side of my head while Roman seems unbothered. He’s carefully putting his dick away, as if what we just did isn’t absolutely atrocious.
“Ivy, I had no idea a pussy could feel so good,” Roman says, his voice husky with arousal. “It’s a shame Kade didn’t get to enjoy that, but I couldn’t let that happen.”
I jerk my dress down, mortified. “Where… Where is he?”
He furrows his brow, his face suddenly a mix of concern and something else. “Did you think it was…him?Because I heardmyname on your lips.”
“No,” I say, though I’m suddenly unsure of what exactly happened here. “That’s not… I didn’t… He… This… It doesn’t matter what I said. This was wrong.”
Roman frowns at me, tilting his head. “Well, Ivy, I hate to break it to you, but you’renot reallyfamily.” With that, he lets out an insidiously chilling laugh.
I glare at him. “Get away from me.”
“But did you like it?”
“It doesn’t matter,” I throw back at him, suddenly more sober than ever. “Ihateyou.”
He blinks at me, a shift in his face difficult to read. His lips part, and he takes a step back from me, before turning and leaving me there.
I watch him go, suddenly wishing I’d have asked him to stay.
And as bile rises in my throat, I wonder what the hell I’ve just done.
Thirteen
ROMAN
Ivy doesn’t leaveher room for the next twenty-four hours. I’m sure I’ve fucking traumatized her, but why the fuck would I let some dipshit with an ego like Kade’s take her into the corner of the library inmygoddamn house?
It was blasphemous.
Also… Shewantedme.
She’ll get over it, and I guarantee she’ll come crawling back to me for more. I just have to give her time to come to terms with the fact that my cock is what brought her to ecstasy.
It wasn’t fuckboy Kade.
I drum my fingertips along the leather steering wheel in the SUV, waiting for my passenger princess to show up for her ride to school. As I do so, I decide I have to hope for the best—but of course, I’ll expect the worst. That’s what always happens to me.
