Page 5 of Vicious Games

Had I actually wished only a few moments earlier he would learn of my escape plan and stop me?

Roman continued to play while he whispered against my cheek, “You’ve angered me, kitten, and we both know what happens when I’m angry.”

Be careful what you wish for….

CHAPTER 3

ROMAN

I lifted my hands off the piano keys and rested them on either side of her throat. Her pulse beat rapidly beneath my fingertips, like the beating heart of a trapped bird. Her long silky hair teased my naked chest as I leaned in close, towering over her from behind.

I knew she was afraid.

She should be.

I was tiring of her attempts to escape me.

She needed to understand that this was forever.

This wasn’t love. This wasn’t obsession. This was my soul, completely possessing hers. This was my darkness devouring her light for my salvation. This was fate. It had all become crystal clear the moment I grasped her wrist as she dangled from the balcony. It was the purest rush of power I had ever experienced. I’d held her life in my hand. Whether she lived or died had been at my sole discretion.

For the briefest of moments, I’d wondered what would have happened if I had just… let go. She would have died, but then she would have been mine forever in that moment. No other human being would have ever laid eyes on her again. She would have remained locked in my memory, in my heart, alone. She would have become my complete possession in every sense of the word.

If she were dead, she’d never leave me again.

Instead, I’d chosen to let her live. By hauling her over the balcony edge and into my arms, I had saved her from nothingness. I had brought her back to life… a life that would now be lived exclusively with me.

I applied the slightest pressure to her throat. “You know how much it means to me that I can trust you, kitten.”

Her neck muscles contracted as she swallowed. She said nothing.

I squeezed her neck. Not enough to cut off her air, just enough to show her she was under my control. Her life was once again in my hands. “If I cannot trust you… then you will force me to take certain measures.”

Her body trembled beneath my hands. “Roman, I—”

“Shhhh. Don’t speak. If you lie to me in this moment,” I fanned my hands open until my palms cupped her jaw and my fingers threaded into her hair, “I might do something we’d both regret.”

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, inhaling the intoxicating scent of warm citrus and apple from the Les Royales Exclusives Jardin d’Amalfi perfume I had recently purchased for her. I had found it did not satisfy me knowing the clothes on her back, the food she ate, and the roof over her head were all provided by me. I wanted the very scent of her skin to be mine as well. Each night, I reveled in stripping her bare and dabbing the perfume between her breasts and in the small hollow between her hip and abdomen. Even now, the scent still clung to her.

I slowly twisted my hands into her hair. From her sharp intake of breath, I knew it stung her scalp. “You need to learn that your freedom is a gift from me. I can just as easily revoke it. Is that what you want, my dear? Do you want me to lock you in a room, far away from any temptation to disobey me?”

She raised her torso in a futile attempt to escape the pressure I was placing on her scalp by the tight hold I had of her hair in my fist. “No, Roman. Please, please don’t lock me away.”

The corner of my mouth lifted. She was so adorable when she begged me not to hurt her. I pressed into her back as I leaned down low. “Then prove it,” I growled.

I lifted her up by her hair. Aurora stumbled to her feet. I then kicked the piano bench to the side. Leaving one hand twisted in her locks, I turned her to face me. I grasped her jaw with my free hand and tilted her head all the way back. “I suggest you do your best to be very persuasive.”

I used my grip on her hair to lower her to her knees.

I grasped the waistband of my pajamas and forced it down until my hard cock sprang free. I tightened my grip on her hair. “Open your mouth.”

Her lips trembled as they opened.

“Wider.”

She tilted her head back slightly and opened her mouth wide. I placed the head of my cock on her tongue. I loved the sight of her on her knees, submissive and vulnerable. I felt a surge of power. I relished it, knowing that soon I would control her very breath, as if I once again controlled whether she lived or died.

I thrust forward.

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