Page 25 of Vicious Games

After assisting Roman into his long black cashmere coat, the butler bowed and silently retreated. Roman then turned to me. He held a folded piece of black silk in his palm. Raising his arm, he unfurled it.

It was a blindfold.

He smiled again. This time, it did not reach his eyes. “Do you trust me?”

No. Not one tiny little bit.

I forced the corners of my lips up in a grotesque mask of a smile. “Of course.”

Roman stepped behind me.

My body stiffened.

With the silk blindfold stretched between his hands, he dropped his arms over my head.

In a panic, I dipped my head underneath them and scurried away from his embrace.

I turned to face him. Holding my arm out, palm up, I backed away. “Do you have to blindfold me?”

He stepped forward. “It’s part of the surprise.”

My entire body trembled. My breath came in quick gasps. I shook my head and backed away until I hit the wall behind me.

Roman followed.

The blindfold dangled from his hand as he braced his right forearm on the wall over my head. The silk tickled my cheek and jaw.

His warm breath had the smoky scent of brandy. “You said you trusted me.” His dark voice held just a hint of accusation and challenge.

The fingertips of his free hand gently pushed the fur wrap aside and traced the exposed skin over my collarbone. They then dipped lower. Because of the halter design of the dress, and Roman’s wishes, I didn’t have a bra on. My erect nipples pushed against the soft silk as his fingertips traced the curve of my breast.

I swallowed. “I do. I’m just not in the mood to play games tonight.”

His hand moved down my body to cup the curve of my waist. He squeezed.

I caught my breath as I rose slightly up on my toes. My fingers clawed at the wallpaper-clad wall behind me.

Roman leaned down and whispered against my lips, “But I am.”

He then claimed my mouth.

It was a searing kiss of possession. His tongue swept inside, dominating mine. He pressed so hard the edges of my teeth cut the inside of my lip. The coppery taste of blood mingled with the taste of brandy.

I whimpered.

Roman intensified the kiss, pressing his lips into mine, stealing my breath.

When I raised a hesitant hand to press against his chest as my lungs screamed for air, he clasped my hand in his own and raised it over my head. He pressed the back of my hand against the wall and interlaced our fingers. His hard cock pressed into my middle, a threatening force.

When he finally released my mouth, I tilted my head to the side as I fought for air. My pulse was racing, giving me a lightheaded rush.

Would this man always affect me so?

Roman clasped my chin and turned my head back to face him. “Now, are you going to be a good little girl and put the blindfold on for me?”

My eyes scanned his face. As usual, his expression was completely unreadable. He was always an enigma to me. At times, I wished I knew what he was thinking, but other times, I realized it was probably better if I didn’t. I had a strong feeling his innermost thoughts would terrify the hell out of me.

My voice sounded small and weak when I asked, “Do I have to?”

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