Page 62 of Vicious Games

The corner of my lips lifted. “It looks like two can play this game after all,” I purred.

“When I get out of these restraints, I’m going to fuck your cunt so hard you’ll taste my cock in the back of your throat.”

I lifted my arm and struck the skin on his other inner thigh. “Promises, promises,” I teased with far more bravado than I felt. Inside I was absolutely quaking. I couldn’t believe I was actually taunting him like this. It was as if I were taking a stick and poking it between the bars of a lion’s cage. Only worse. Unlike the lion, Roman was eventually going to be set free.

Roman let out a guttural moan as his back arched, then fell back onto the bed. The head of his cock was almost purple as it pulsed with blood.

I climbed onto the bed and kneeled between his legs. I set the belt to the side, but still within reach. I then ran my palms up his calves and over the tops of his thighs before inching toward his cock. As I got closer, it bobbed and moved. I trailed my middle finger up the shaft, lightly pressing in with my fingernail. “Let’s talk about your games, Roman.”

His eyes narrowed as he fixed his gaze on me with dark intensity. He remained silent.

I leaned down and licked the glistening pre-come off the top of his shaft. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as his right hand opened and flexed, then curled back into a fist. I knew he was itching to grab me by the back of the head and push my mouth deeper down onto his cock. I swirled my tongue around the ridge. Roman closed his eyes and groaned.

“You see, I don’t mind getting down on my knees and playing the whore for you.” I sucked the head between my lips and then let it pop back out again. “The problem is, at some point, the game has to end.”

Roman bared his teeth.

I swirled my tongue around the head again. “I understand your need for control. I know why you need to dominate all those around you, including me. I understand all too well the inner demons who build walls inside your soul. Those demons are not something to be afraid of. They are protecting you, but at some point, you have to relent. You have to stop fighting and let someone in.”

I wrapped my hand around his shaft and pumped it up and down before leaning over and wrapping my mouth around the head and lowering it almost to the base, then back up. I repeated the erotic gesture several times. “My fear is you will never rein in those demons.” I blinked back the tears. “That we will be stuck in this perpetual game. That I will forever be playing the whore just to be near you.”

Roman remained silent. I couldn’t tell if I was getting through to him or not, but I had to try.

I straddled his hips and reached between us. I grasped his cock and placed it at the entrance to my already aroused pussy. “Tell me what I need to hear, Roman.”

“Aurora,” he warned. His tone was low and dark. I could tell he was losing patience with my game.

“Say it, Roman. Say it just once. Tell me you love me.”

He jerked his hips upright, trying to thrust inside. Sex was always the answer for us, but not this time.

I rose up on my knees, preventing him.

“Dammit, Aurora. Let me in,” he ground out.

I smirked. “You first.”

“What do you want to hear? You want me to say I love you?” he spit out viciously. “It’s a bullshit weak emotion. Fucking is more honest.”

“No. Love is the one thing in this entire world your wealth can’t buy me,” I bit back.

He pulled on his restraints as he roared, “You left me!”

The pain I saw in his eyes took me aback. He always seemed like this almost godlike figure to me; strong, intelligent, dangerous. To see such a raw human emotion from him was devastating.

I shook my head. “Baby, I didn’t leave you.”

“Only because I sabotaged your plans. You’ve tried before and you’ll try again. You want me to bare my soul and say I love you to a woman who is only staying by my side by force?”

“I wouldn’t try to leave you if I knew you loved me. Say you love me, Roman,” I begged.

He clenched his jaw and refused to speak.

My heart broke.

I let go of his cock and sat back on his thighs. I turned my head to the side, swiping at the tears that flowed down my cheeks. I sniffed. “I’m sorry, Roman. I don’t think there is any hope for us then. We have nothing between us.”

I started to climb off the bed, but his soft words stopped me.

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