Page 18 of Vicious Games

My mouth dropped open in shock. I gestured so violently toward the unconscious man on the floor that Roman’s jacket slipped off my right shoulder. “This is his fault, not mine. And what I wear is irrelevant.” Then I jabbed my finger into the center of Roman’s chest. “Besides, you are the one who bought me this stupid dress, so if I look like a whore, it’s because you made me one!”

Before he could respond, the maître d’ interrupted. “Mr. Winterbourne?”

Roman cast a glance over his shoulder. “Take that trash out.”

He bowed. “Yes, sir. Of course.” He then snapped his fingers, and two servers came running. They picked up the man under his arms and lifted him up before dragging him away.

Roman said, “And grab his wallet. I want that asshole’s name and address.”

The maître d’ paled before bowing his head. “Right away, Mr. Winterbourne.”

I thought about sneaking around Roman and making a run for it while he was talking with the maître d’, but I wasn’t fast enough.

Roman turned his full attention back to me.

He stepped forward.

I stepped back.

He stepped forward again.

I stepped back but could go no further when my back hit the wall.

Roman placed his forearm high over my head, caging me in.

My pulse raced.

He curled his finger under my chin and tilted my head back to meet his dark gaze. His voice was a low growl when he finally spoke. “I’m only going to say this once. Your beauty is for my eyes only. I didn’t buy this dress so you could parade yourself in front of other males. You’re mine, kitten, and mine alone. The next time you think to test that fact by pushing my limits, I will snap the man’s neck right in front of you.”

He yanked me forward by the lapels of his jacket and claimed my mouth. His tongue pushed past my lips, swirling around my own. He kissed me so hard, my lips pressed painfully against the edges of my teeth. When I was breathless and only being held up by his grip, he moved to kiss my jaw before sucking my earlobe into his mouth and gently biting down.

I didn’t even try to stifle my moan.

Roman then whispered harshly in my ear as he pressed his palm between my legs. “That’s right. You’re my sweet little whore. And this pussy is only ever going to purr for me and me alone. Do you understand me?”

I pulled back and glared up at him. “You’re a real bastard, you know that, Roman?”

He smirked. “The truth stopped hurting me long ago, kitten.”

CHAPTER 9

AURORA

Before I could respond, he snatched my hand in his and dragged me out of the restaurant. I could feel a thousand eyes on us, but kept my head lowered, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze. I had learned my lesson.

Two valets with strained expressions were waiting by Roman’s car. The moment we appeared, they opened both car doors and stepped aside. Roman held my hand as I got into the passenger seat and then slammed the door shut. After handing the valet a fifty-pound note, he got behind the wheel and we sped away.

After several minutes of tense silence, my stomach growled. The sound echoed around the silent car. I wrapped my arms around my middle as I clenched my stomach, willing it not to growl again.

Roman cursed under his breath before taking a turn so sharply, my shoulder bumped into his as my body slid to the side in my seat.

Despite being curious as to where he was taking me, I kept my lips firmly pressed together. I had pushed his buttons enough for one night.

Roman eased into a parking space on Whitcomb Street. He popped the boot of his car before getting out. As I watched through the side mirror, Roman lifted out what looked like a folded blanket.

Oh, God. He was going to kill me and wrap me up in that blanket before burying my body!

I took a deep breath. It was an irrational thought. There were people everywhere. We were in the center of London. Even Roman wouldn’t get away with killing me in front of all of these witnesses… or would he? Oh, God!

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