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Filthy Rich Fucktoy
Isla
DoingeverythingwithRomanwas pure joy. This wasn't a vacation; this was heaven. I finally got some rest. And I finally got what I wanted—him beside me.
Sand stuck to my skin all day, and the love of my life brushed it off with his tattooed fingers in the evening. I won the lottery.
Roman was rich—obscenelyrich—and he’d long grown accustomed to everything that came with it. While I had access to that kind of money too, I’d never lived or been exposed to that kind of lifestyle. I wondered how my parents managed to live such a normal life, considering what was attainable to them.
I'd never stepped foot on a private jet before, never lounged on a yacht, but for Roman, this was just another afternoon. Servants, chefs, drivers, security; anything he wanted—he had.
And on my birthday—he proved it again. He woke me up with his tongue between my legs, which, frankly, I had zero complaints about. After a mind-blowing orgasm and sex that left me shaking, breakfast in bed appeared like magic.
The room was filled with flowers and boxes upon boxes of wrapped presents. But at breakfast Roman handed me another smaller gift—a beautifully wrapped rectangular box. I held the little black thing with two hands, the smile on my face unstoppable.
“Open it, baby.”
I hadn't celebrated my birthday since my parents passed. There had been too much pain, too much sorrow in my soul, but clearly, Roman was determined to make this one memorable.
I pulled on the thick black ribbon, unwrapping it to reveal a velvet jewelry box. Inside was a stunning necklace, the wordAngelencrusted in diamonds so bright, I had to squint.
It glinted between my fingers like something out of another life. A life I hadn’t imagined could ever belong to me.
My chest tightened with a wave of anxiety. This was too much. I’d never had a diamond necklace before, and sure, Roman was loaded, but a diamond necklace?!
But I took a second to breathe and let it sink in. Our love was special. Not only because of the way it came about and the way we were connected, but also because I could never imagine myself with anyone else ever again in my life.
The happiness in his eyes reflected the spark of the diamonds, and slowly, I climbed toward him, taking another thing for myself—his kiss. “Thank you. I love it,” I whispered into his soft lips.
“Wear just that for me tonight…Angel.” Roman’s gaze slid down my barely clothed body.
I loved belonging to him.
I stayed a few seconds longer, on my hands and knees, just observing the way he soaked in the sight of me. Like I was the only fucking person he ever saw. Like I was indeed his angel, forever linked with the devil himself.
With every passing second, the pain of the past three months seemed to vanish.
The hot sun and salty water cleansed all my wounds, and looking into his deep blue eyes healed my soul.
We spent the day exploring the island a bit more, and in the eveningafter dinner, the air-conditioned villa was a blessing. Exhausted from the sun, I kicked off my sandals in the spacious living room and was about to go on a search for cold water when Roman approached me from behind, whispering in my ear, "Will you be my good girl tonight?"
Fuckyes. Anytime and anywhere, I would get down on my knees for him. I forgot all about my thirst, now wanting only one thing. His hands on my back, his tongue in my mouth, he walked me back into the bedroom, both of us falling onto the huge bed, still in the kiss.
But the sound of crinkled paper made us both pause. Confused, I reached beneath me to find a large envelope. Before I had a chance to understand what it was, Roman was already up on his feet, snatching it out of my hands.
Carefully, he pulled something out, roaming his eyes over the contents. It looked like a series of documents, and I hopped up onto the bed to see over his shoulder.
But it wasn’t documents. It wasn’t a letter. And it wasn’t anything benign. It was photographs. Large, great-quality photos.
Ofme.
"Is that me?!" I blurted out, my eyes bulging from surprise. One, two, three—Roman shuffled the photos between his fingers, and my face dropped when I recognized that I washalf nakedin each one. But that wasn’t all—there was something written on the images in bright red pen.
Me standing on a yacht, topless—filthy rich fucktoywritten right on my breasts.
Me leaning over Roman for a kiss on the beach, the photo taken from behind to get the perfect shot of my ass—fucked full of secrets.
Me lying with Roman on the yacht, one of my legs bent, and right there in between my legs—pussy tight, pussy clean, pussy fresh.
