Page 11 of Vicious Games

He tugged on the lock of hair, sending a sharp sting over my scalp. “Say. You’re. Sorry.”

I stared up into his dark, guarded eyes. Had I actually hurt him with my plans to leave? The thought was inconceivable, but there it was, just a shadow of pain and doubt behind his eyes. I looked down at the hand holding my hair. My eyes widened at the sight of several bleeding scratches over his knuckles. “Your hand! What happened to your hand?”

“Fuck my hand. Say you’re sorry. Please, baby. I need to hear it.”

“I’m sorry, Roman.”

The fucked-up thing was I really was sorry. He was complicated, hurtful, domineering, and impossible, and yet…

Still, I wasn’t ready to capitulate completely. “I’m sorry I went behind your back, but Roman, we need to talk about my—”

He moved a hand to my hip. “No.”

“What do you mean, no?”

He claimed my mouth. Slipping his tongue inside as he slipped his hand inside the waistband of my yoga pants. His fingers caught and found my wet heat. Jesus, what this man’s touch did to me.

I tried to resist. I pushed against his shoulders. “Roman, you can’t just say no. We need to talk about—”

He moved his mouth over my jaw and down my neck before taking my earlobe into his mouth and biting down. Not enough to draw blood, just enough to hurt. “I said no, Aurora. You leaving me is not up for discussion. Full stop.”

His fingers pushed inside of me. I was still sore from earlier, but my body didn’t seem to care. As he thrust his fingers in deep, he reached for the zipper of his trousers. I covered his hand with mine. “We can’t. Someone will see us.”

His gaze hardened. Without saying a word, he swung me around until I was lying flat on the ground. I flipped over and tried to crawl away. He caught me by the hair. Yanking me back until my ass bumped into his hips. He pulled my yoga pants and panties down until their waistbands stretched between my thighs, keeping a hand in my hair. I could hear the ominous sound of his zipper lowering. I clenched my thighs as a rush of pained anticipation ran over me. God help me, I loved being manhandled like this.

There was so much power and domination in his touch.

The head of his cock pushed between my legs.

“Beg me to fuck you,” he growled.

Without hesitation, I moaned, “Fuck me, Roman.”

Before I had even gotten the words out, he speared into me. Driving me forward until my cheek slammed against the ground. He pulled me back onto my knees by my hair. With a restraining hand on my hip and the other in my hair, he plowed into me without mercy. Taking, not giving, he used his cock as a weapon. My body rocked back and forth, absorbing each thrust as my fingernails dug into the warm earth for purchase.

The buzzing of the bees stopped while the last weak rays of sunshine slipped past the horizon, as if Mother Nature did not want to witness the debauchery of Roman fucking me in her garden.

Leaning down on one elbow, I thrust a hand between my legs and teased my clit. I could feel his hard, wet shaft brush past my fingertips with each thrust. My pussy clenched around him, my inner muscles contracting with my release.

Roman let out a low growl as he thrust in and stilled, releasing his come deep inside of me. Without saying a word, he stood. Towering over me, his body in shadow from the setting sun, he pushed his cock back inside his trousers and slowly raised the zipper as he looked down at me. “Clean yourself up. We leave for dinner in an hour.”

I rose to my knees, wincing as I did so. Bracing a hand against a nearby tree trunk, I stood up. On the ground before me lay the trampled and bruised remains of the goldenrod I had so admired just moments earlier.

CHAPTER 6

AURORA

I sat at my vanity table outlining my lips with crimson red.

Roman came into the dressing area, adjusting a black diamond cufflink. When he finished, he shrugged into his tailored tuxedo jacket.

Damn, the man was sinfully handsome. No wonder he had been conditioned to expect obedience at all times and to get whatever he wanted from women. With his height, sharp jaw, and dark eyes and hair, he was a demon god come to life.

He met my appreciative gaze in the mirror. I blushed at being caught staring and returned to finishing my lipstick. He came up behind me. The spicy scent of his cologne had me tightening my stomach muscles against the heat that was pooling there. What the hell was wrong with me? I had taken up most of the hour he had given me to get ready in a hot shower trying to wash away the soreness and the sin from what we had done, twice, earlier today.

Roman frowned at my reflection.

I stilled.