Page 55 of Fractured Loyalties
“Roman, stop it,” she whispers, but her voice is a plea, not a command. “You need to clean that up.”
“Make me,” I whisper, and clamp my mouth over hers, kissing her hard. The cut splits open again, and I taste blood. She tries to twist away, but I hold her down, my tongue forcing its way between her teeth. She moans into my mouth, and the sound is desperate and filthy.
I pull away and bite her jaw, then her throat, leaving red marks in the soft skin. She bucks under me, her hands fisting the sheets, but I know she’s not really trying to get away.
Not anymore.
I shove her shirt up, exposing her breasts to the cold air, and bite down on a nipple, just enough to make her gasp. My cock is already hard and pressing against the thin fabric of my pants. I want to make her scream and feel every ounce of the anger and hate that’s boiling in my chest.
Even if it’s not at her.
“Please,” she whimpers, and I can’t tell if she wants me to stop or wants more.
I decide for her.
I yank her shorts off and toss them somewhere to the floor. Her panties go next, and her tight pussy glistens under the moonlight. She’s so wet. Wetter than I expected.
I laugh, a dark sound in the back of my throat. “You’re always ready f for me.”
Her eyes lock onto mine. “Yes,” she pants, grinding her hips at me as I tease her with my hand. “Yes, I want you so bad.”
I slide two fingers inside her, twisting until she’s panting. She whimpers as I thumb her clit, and then I take all my hand away. I let her watch as I pop them into my mouth, savoring the taste of her.
“You’re so good, Ivy,” I groan, the unique flavor so goddamn intoxicating. I lean back and then dip my face between her legs.
She shivers as I run my tongue between her slit, lapping up the moisture as she grinds against my face. “Please let me come,” the words slip from her throat, and my cock grows rigid.
I knew I’d break her.
“Say it again,” I growl, burying my face deep in her sweet cunt. I tug at her clit, and then circle it with my tongue.
“Please,” she cries. “Please let me come, Roman.”
I dig my fingers into her thighs and then pick up my pace, giving her exactly what she wants. I need her to know I can be everything she wants, just as much as I’ll take everything I need from her.
My mouth slips from her lips in a breathy gasp the moment her body gives into pleasure, her legs clenching my head. I drink her in and draw her through the orgasm, until it subsides.
Only then do I drop my pants to the floor and force her legs further apart. She’s trembling, sweat beading up on her forehead as she looks up at me.
“This is so wrong,” she says, the words like poison, her voice a pant.
“The best things always are,” I growl back, then line up and thrust into her, no warning, no gentleness.
She arches up, mouth open in a silent scream, fingers scrabbling at my shoulders. I fuck her slowly, then faster, every thrust pushing her higher up the bed. The headboard knocks against the wall, a steady rhythm that drowns out the sound of her gasps.
I hope the whole goddamn house hears that she’s mine.
And I know there may be consequences.
But I’ll protect you, Ivy.
I watch her face as I fuck her, watch the way her eyes glaze and the way her body gives in even as her mind tries to deny it. I lean down and bite her throat, tasting sweat and fear and the rush of blood under her skin. My own blood drips from my lip onto her chest, streaking her pale skin with red.
She starts to come a second time, her whole body tightening, legs shaking around my hips. I clamp a hand over her throat, squeezing off the sound as she convulses under me.
“Good girl,” I whisper in her ear, and she shudders, squeezing me so tightly I nearly lose it. I empty myself inside of her, grinding my cock deep as I come.
There’s nothing better than Ivy. Nothing.
