Page 28 of Destined for the Devil
I stared up into his eyes, the live sex show he put on for me floating to the forefront of my mind. Everything he said…was that…was that for me? He stared at me the entire time while he was inside that woman.
You did great.
Incredible fucking tension bloomed between us. It was dead silent except for the tiny breaths I took as Roman stood in front of me, so close but so foreign.
Nervous waves ran down my legs as the thoughts turned over in mymind, and all at once, this was too hot, too dangerous…too fucking tempting. I had imagined his naked body pressed against mine a million times, but suddenly…it felt like a real possibility.
"You liked watching me naked?" he whispered shamelessly, his gaze travelling down my face. It took me a second to process what he said, but as if possessed, I decided I would play his game and see where that took me.
"Sure. You have a nice body," I responded quietly and gulped nervously.
"But not your type, right? Strong body, big dick.Notfor you, right?" Alright. Obviously, he wanted me to admit I wanted him on top of me, but...he wasn’t going to win this game. I wouldneveradmit it.
"That's right. That's the second time you’ve said you have a big dick, by the way. How fucking proud of it are you?" I joked, trying to break the tension somehow.
"Clearly, you're interested since you're keeping track." He didn't even hesitate, andfuck,he wasn't wrong.
Slowly, I turned back toward the kitchen and placed another cup in the cabinet, acutely aware that Roman remained where he was, his eyes planted on my ass. "You have a staring problem," I added.
"Sorry. You have a nice ass; what do you want me to do?" I want you to fucking smack it and fuck me from behind; that's what I want, Roman.
I whirled around, responding on impulse. "Just nice?! Wrong. I have an amazing ass. I know that!"Wow,the shock from my own words went straight to my cheeks. Where did this incredible confidence and arrogance come from?! He was rubbing off on me in more ways than I wanted to admit.
But again, he responded without missing a beat. “So, then you can guess the kinds of thoughts that occupy my mind when you wear shorts like that, fuck, Isla.” He said it with a bit of venom, his beautiful blueeyes on mine once more. My face burned, and he noticed. "Judging by how much you're blushing, youcanguess. But I don't think I'm the only one...having these thoughts, am I?"
DearLord.
He took a step closer, a loud exhale escaping me at the action. But Roman was Roman—I never forgot that, and I wasn’t going to become one in a collection of his fuck buddies, no matter how much I wanted his dick inside me.
In a second, I composed myself and placed my hand to his chest, creating a physical barrier. "Stop. You're not going to bend me over the countertop and fuck me like one of your replaceable whores. No matter how much you want it." The gravity of my words surprised him, and he froze, lost for words.
Divine intervention occurred in that moment when a loud knock interrupted and deescalated the moment. I sidestepped him and headed for the door, directing the mattress delivery movers into my bedroom.
"You want help putting the frame and headboard together?" Roman appeared in the bedroom doorway, relaxed, as if nothing just happened between us in the kitchen. "And curtains?" he added hopefully.
I simply nodded, afraid to open my mouth and say more dangerous things. He left and came back a few minutes later with a drill. "You always just carry a drill with you?" I asked, amused, taking the plastic off the mattress.
"I have one in my car, obviously. Never know when you have to drill through someone's temple." He smiled so sweetly at those words, but a chill ran down my spine. Who would say or even think that?
In no time, he put the bed frame and headboard together, impressing me with his skills. That would have taken me literal hours. He then hung up the curtain rods and helped me put the curtains up. Immediately, the place looked homey and cozy, and I loved it, especially with Romanstanding in the middle of the room.
"Thanks for helping me. Again." I expressed my gratitude as I pulled my freshly laundered bedsheet over the mattress. "You're just such a big helper, Roman." A tiny bit of sarcasm seeped through. "Housing me. Feeding me. Helping me put the curtain rods up. I could never repay you." My tone was playful as I reached for a pillow, and Roman still stood on the other side of the bed,nothelping me and waiting for me to finish.
"I'm sure I can think of a form of repayment." He spoke lightly and picked up a pillowcase.
Oh no, it was happening again. Evidently, as soon as I moved out, he decided it was morally okay to get me into bed. "Yeah? Tell me." I pushed it further, a minute away from confronting him.
"Make me dinner one day." He shrugged. Relieved at his words, I perked up, but then he put the nail in the coffin. "And then spend the night with me in my bed." He threw the pillowcase down, his eyes on mine, the stare provocative and unyielding.
There it was—he was finally straightforward, and I just stood there, formulating a comeback. Taking my time, I walked to his side of the bed, never looking away.
"I'm not a one-night kind of girl, Roman. And you're not a more than one-night kind of guy. Did you make it your mission to bed me the minute I left your house?" I pronounced every word carefully, making sure he heard me.
Like the devil that he was, he remained in one spot, eating me up with his eyes, not a smidgeon of discomfort on his face. But then, he took a step toward me. And then another, and another, and another!
I stepped back on instinct, all the oxygen magically vanishing from my lungs once more. His footsteps echoed in the small, empty room, and the distance between us reduced within seconds. Like a scared little animal, I backed away until my back hit the wall, having no place to go.
Fuck me,I was about to pass out at what was happening. Roman was fully in charge, his large body dominating mine and extinguishing all light and oxygen, like always. Pressed up against the wall, I watched how he took a final step forward, his body making slight contact with mine and pushing an unrestrained gasp out of me.
