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“You’ve been through a lot, and you still need time to process this news about your mother. I don’t think now is the right time, Elena.” He pulled back, but Elena wasn’t having it. Jerking her hair free, she dropped her head back into his lap. Sucking hard, she worked her mouth down his shaft and swallowed to keep from gagging when his cock touched the back of her throat. “Fuck! Elena. If you don’t stop now, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

Elena smiled against his cock. She was still in a nearly dreamy state, intoxicated by their hot and heavy make-out session. She craved his body. The man was an addiction and now that she’d had a taste, she wanted more. Not bothering to respond aloud, she kept going, her head bobbing up and down. With each downward movement, she sucked in her cheeks, adding suction, which she maintained while she pulled her head back up. She knew it would tire her mouth out faster, but his moans and the profanity tumbling from his mouth made it all worth it.

Roman laid back, giving her more space. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and lightly squeezed his balls, looking up to see his eyes half-closed as he watched her. His hips began to move in time to her mouth and he thrust up. It made her gag, but there was no way she was going to stop now.

“Jesus, Elena! If you don’t stop, I’ll come in your mouth…you don’t want that.Blyad!” Roman’s hand tightened on her neck, holding her head still as his thrusts came faster. This was what she wanted: to see him lose control. With a guttural groan, he shuddered, his orgasm washing over him, and Elena drank him down.

When he was finished, she lifted her head, swiping her fingers at the corners of her mouth. He grabbed her hand before she could wipe her fingers off on something. Instead, he sucked them in his mouth, licking each one clean. Each pull on a finger caused her stomach to clench, and she could feel her own arousal shooting up. Her skin broke out in goosebumps, and she moaned when he kissed her.

She opened her mouth to him. The fact that he could taste himself in her mouth was doing surprising things to her insides. Usually, if she was unfortunate enough to get a guy off first, that meant she would be handling her own pleasure for herself, which she had been prepared to do. But Roman wasn’t showing any signs of stopping as he tugged her nightgown up her hips.

He easily found her heat, and she spread her legs to give him better access. Tugging her back onto the bed so they lay facing each other, he lifted her leg so it was draped over his hip and then pushed three fingers between her folds, making her moan. He rapidly finger fucked her, setting her entire body on fire as she tried to match his pace with her hips.

Elena could feel her body start to spasm and broke their kiss. “I’m so close, Roman. Don’t you dare stop. I—”

“Come for me, little bird. Use me as you need,” he demanded as he kept up the pace.

With a cry, her orgasm hit her hard, making her vision turn white before sparks rained down around them. Roman continued to use his fingers until her frenzied spasms slowed to a stop. Pulling his hand free, he licked his fingers. “Delicious,” he told her, and she sagged against him.

“It should not look as hot as it does when you do that,” she admitted before parting her lips when he offered her his finger to lick. She could feel his cock bounce against her, already hardening again, but she wasn’t sure she had the energy for round two so soon.

They laid there quietly for several moments. Elena could feel sleep wanting to claim her. Roman must have realized it because he sat up and tucked his cock back into his sweatpants. Reaching for her, he scooped her up and laid her back on the bed before tucking her into the covers.

“Stay with me?” She pouted up at him, before ending her question on a yawn.

“I have to be up early,” he told her gently, smoothing her hair off her face and kissing her forehead. “But I promise you that, no matter what you decide to do about your mom, I’ll be there to help you.”

Before she could respond, the door was closing behind him. A fresh wave of emotion rose from her chest and threatened to drown her in its tumult.

She rolled to her back and stared up at the ceiling, thoughts whirling. While Roman had managed to take her mind off the news of her mother, with him gone, her thoughts returned to that shocking news. She found herself wide awake and wishing he hadn’t left her alone. She could use some comfort as she adjusted to the idea that the mother she’d mourned had been alive all along.

“Damn you, Dad. Damn you for what you’ve done to our family. For lying to me and Maya. For letting Mom rot in a nursing home.” Elena flipped herself sideways on the bed and hugged a pillow tightly to her chest. Then, her tears spilled freely, soaking the white pillowcase. Everything that she’d been led to believe had been lies.

Her father’s latest betrayal burned deep inside her, and she refused to be a pawn in his quest for power. She decided she would defect, after all—for real this time.

Time to change sides.

CHAPTER16

Roman

The next morning, Roman’s alarm woke him from a fitful sleep after a night of dreaming about Elena.

He should never have allowed her to go down on him like that, but the moment her warm mouth had touched his dick, that had been it. Roman had been tempted to stay the night with her, but he’d also been wracked with guilt over chasing his own pleasure after giving her such shocking news. He’d thought it would be best to give her some space.

His phone beeped with a text, and he checked messages. He was scheduled to spar with the brothers this morning. They were competing in an amateur MMA match, and Roman had offered to help out with their boxing training. Of the two, Filip was the stronger wrestler, while Felix’s strength was in his kicks. Both brothers needed to up their game throwing punches, though, and Roman thought he could help with that.

Except, the brothers canceled. Roman stared at the message—no explanation given. Maybe it was just as well. He didn’t know how well he’d be able to concentrate on fighting when all he could think about was Elena.

Taking a longer shower than usual did little enough to calm his thoughts or his raging hard-on, which was becoming normal every time he thought about the young woman just down the hall, but it made him presentable.

While he snagged a plate of eggs and bacon for breakfast and poured himself a mug of hot coffee—black like his mood—he reviewed the day’s tasks only to realize that his duties were practically non-existent. Viktor was home for a scheduled day with Alexandra, there were no meetings or errands that needed attention, and so Roman found himself without anything to do.

Time off was usually more stressful than blissful, as Roman prided himself on his work ethic, so he decided to perform maintenance checks on the vehicles. On his way to the garage, he saw Elena seated on an overstuffed leather couch in the downstairs sitting room. She was up early, too. Roman watched her flip through a fashion magazine and casually sip her own morning coffee. Mocha, from the looks of it.

He doubted her actions were as casual as they seemed. After that bombshell he’d laid on her last night, she had to be hurting. He made his way over, intending to ask her what she’d like to do about her mother.

In such a short amount of time, the little bird had grown on him, and he found himself wanting to see her smile. If seeing her mother again would make her happy, then he’d go out of his way to make sure it happened.

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