Page 63 of Vicious Games

“Your music,” he whispered.

I stopped, not sure I’d heard him. “What?”

He averted his eyes and spoke slowly and carefully, measuring each of his words. “When I first saw you, I was struck by your innocence and beauty, but truth be told, the world is full of beautiful women. But then you played, and there was this magnificent transformation. Your command of the music was exemplary, but it was more than that, so much more. Somehow, someway, this small slip of a girl was capturing Beethoven’s pain and ecstasy, his dark passion and torment. It was intoxicating watching you. Never before had I heard such anguish, such experience, come from someone so seemingly unaware and almost naïve. You were playing with such pathos in the middle of a park on that silly little plastic keyboard. In that moment, I wanted nothing more in this world than to capture that essence for my own. I had to possess you. It wasn’t a matter of if, but when.”

I refused to look at him. I knew if I did, my resolve would melt. I slowly shook my head as I kept my gaze trained on the wall next to the bed. “Music isn’t enough. Music isn’t love.”

He was silent for so long, I didn’t think he would respond. Then he finally spoke. “I love getting dressed together.”

It was such an unexpected response, I couldn’t help but turn and look at him.

“I love seeing the curve of your back as you sit at the vanity table putting on your makeup. I love knowing that I’m the first person to smell your perfume as it warms on your skin. The reason why I choose what you wear half the time is because I’m picking gowns you need me to zip up in the back just so I can touch you at that moment. I love the quiet intimacy of having you all to myself before being forced to share you with the world.”

I placed my hands on his chest and splayed my fingers out, feeling the hard beat of his heart beneath my fingertips. “Don’t stop.”

He wasn’t saying he loved me in so many words, but with a stubborn man like Roman, you had to take the small wins. He was telling me he loved me in his way.

“I love how you only eat the yolks of your and my eggs, leaving me the boring white part. I love waking up in the morning with your hair tangled around my fist. I love how when we are walking in a crowd, you naturally move closer to me for protection.”

I shifted my hips as I grasped his cock and slowly lowered my body onto him.

Roman groaned.

“Keep talking,” I breathed as I rotated my hips, taking him deep inside me.

“I love how you tap music notes out on your thigh when you are nervous and how you pretend to be shocked at the scary parts when we are watching a movie I haven’t seen, but you have.”

I set the pace as I slowly rocked up and down on his cock, bracing my hands against his chest. We’d never had sex like this before. With me on top, controlling him.

“I loved how you first ate the fish and then the breading when I took you to the park for fish and chips.”

I raised my hips high and pressed down on him, shifting my body forward so his shaft teased my clit. I moaned as a surge of pleasure raced up my spine.

“I love the sweet mewing sounds you make when I fuck you.”

“Oh, God, Roman…”

Just then, there was a horrible screeching noise like metal grating on metal.

Roman had raised his knees, breaking the restraints. There was another shattering sound as he raised his arms, breaking his wrist restraints. He wrapped his arms around me and flipped us until I was held under the weight of his body.

My mouth dropped open. “You could have gotten out of those at any time, you cheat!”

The dangling chain of his restraints tickled the undersides of my arms as he linked his fingers with mine and raised my arms over my head, pinning me to the bed. He thrust as he claimed my mouth.

I wrapped my knees around his hips, pulling him closer.

Roman moved his lips over mine. “Say you’ll never leave me again.”

I breathed his air. “Convince me to stay first.”

I had learned to become just as stubborn as he. I knew I was playing with fire, but after all, our relationship was based on these twisted games of dominance.

Roman slowed his hips. He thrust in gently, but deeply with each word. “I love you, Aurora.”

I leaned up and gently bit, then licked his lower lip. “I’ll think about it.”

Roman growled as he released my hand to bury his in my hair. He pulled my head back by my hair, exposing my throat. He licked a path back to my mouth. “I’ll just have to try harder to convince you.” He punctuated the statement with a hard thrust that sent me over the edge.

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