Chapter 22
22
A fter walking with Nikki and rekindling our friendship, I returned to my office to file some paperwork. On my desk, I’d found the files that Roe had given me containing all the information on the men he’d hunted and killed. I really didn't really want them, but we couldn’t keep them around, not out in the open like this.? In an effort to erase any evidence that could incriminate Rowan, I set to work shredding them.
I didn’t want to be the reason for anything coming back to haunt us in the near future. We have enough to deal with. If the simple act of using a shredder was the only thing standing in the way of his happiness and freedom, I’d fall on that bullet.
The door opened as the last page was running through the blades, and I leaned back in my chair to see who it was. Rowan came to a stop in front of my desk, and he was breathing heavily. His clothes were covered in blood spatters, as was his face, and the sight of it caused my heart? to race as I shot to my feet.
“Rowan, what happened?” I gasped.
“It’s not mine,” he said, as I felt around his body, and looked for injuries. I could hear the? tension behind his words as he locked the door and returned to stand in front of me.
“Did you think I was going to stop there? All of them are going to pay,” he said with a sinister chuckle.
My breath hitched as an animalistic look overtook his features, and he slowly removed his belt. My thighs squeezed together in involuntary anticipation and my worry turned to excitement.
“On your desk. Now,” he growled, rolling up his sleeves and taking off his gloves.
I planted myself on the edge of the desk as he prowled toward me, his sparkling eyes holding my gaze and my attention. The hunger in his eyes mirrored my own. I loved this side of him, though I enjoyed bossing him around. But when we were alone, I preferred for him to take the lead. I trusted that he would take care of my every need, and he did it every time.
Standing in front of me, he cradled my face and stared hungrily at my lips before capturing them with his own. His tongue parted my mouth and slid against mine as his fingers dug into my scalp, and I moaned against his lips. He pulled me roughly against him, and I could feel his hard cock against me. Just as quickly, he released his hold on me, pushing me backward on the desktop, he pushed my knees apart and made room for himself between them. Leaning closer to me, I felt his hot breath on my neck as he reached behind me and, with one sweeping movement, pushed everything on the desk to the floor.
Files and papers fluttered to the floor as I giggled and he brought his hands back to my thighs caressing the length of them, pushing my skirt up to my hips, and laying me back on the desk. My body was quaking with anticipation.
“Unbutton your shirt,” he said.
I didn’t understand why he seemed to hate the sound of his own voice. He admitted to me one night that he felt he didn’t sound the same, and it broke my heart. It could happen to anyone who was forced to scream their lungs out. He was the same Rowan, but he sounded deeper and raspier. I don’t see anything wrong with it.
My hands flew to the buttons on my blouse, and I scrambled to release them as fast as I could. The sound of his zipper dragging down prompted my eyes to drop to his bulging jeans and watch as his cock released from them. He gave it a couple of hard strokes, and the veins in his forearm showed, eliciting a breathy moan from my lips. He had no business?turning me on like this and I attempted to squirm under him, urging him to keep going.
I let my blouse fall open, exposing the black lace underneath. Rowan tugged the cups down, and I hissed as his hot breath spread over my nipples.
“Rub them,” he ordered as he leaned back to stare at me.
Obeying, I cupped a breast in each hand and let my thumb glide over my nipples, moaning as my pleasure built up within me.
“Good girl, just like that,” he groaned.
As I worked myself, Roe’s hand slid down my leg and found my clit through my panties , and I spread my legs further giving him a better view. A rumbling sound emerged from deep within his chest before he tore the thin material completely from my body, leaving me exposed and vulnerable to his desires.
I scowled at him as he stuffed the destroyed lace into his pocket, but my mind became distracted when he pushed his pants further down and slid the head of his cock up and down my wet slit.
“Now, be a good girl and stay quiet. You don’t want everyone to know the boss is a dirty little slut. Only for me, aren’t you?” he said.
I groaned, partly because of the crude name and partly due to my frustration that he hadn’t entered me yet. My eyes met his heated stare and I pressed my lips together in compliance. The most sinful, sexy smirk spread over his features as he steadied himself on my hips and buried his cock inside me.
I cried out, and he leaned forward to cover my mouth with his hand. The motion sent his hard length deeper within me.
“This will always be my favorite sight, Charlotte,” he moaned.
I moaned into Roe’s hand as he fucked me hard, the desk underneath me creaking with each thrust, clearly making more noise than I was. As my orgasm crashed over me, he abruptly pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach before spreading me wide and gliding back into me, still warm and slick from my juices.
Fisting my hair, he pulled on it, forcing me to arch my back as his hand trailed along my shoulders. Flattening his palm against my back, he pressed my chest into the desk and began picking up speed.
With each thrust, his length slid almost all the way out of me before he pounded it back in. His balls slapped against my clit with each deep plunge, and before I knew it, I was tipped over the edge of another orgasm.
“Roe…” I moaned.
Rowan kept up his punishing pace as I came down from the second orgasm, and I knew he was going to torture a third one out of me. Memories of Walker behind me flooded my mind as Rowan moved, causing me to panic. You’re safe…It’s just Roe…
Every thrust proved more difficult to remain stable as flashes of Lacey forcing orgasms out of me clouded my mind. The burning flesh; hearing my screams. Flashes of all those men hurting me if I didn’t come when they wanted me to. I began to feel like my body was no longer mine, as if I weren’t actually there.
I felt Walker behind me, digging his fingers into my skin as he violated me in ways I never thought possible.
I’ve waited so long for this…” His voice echoed through my memories, and I had to remind myself that it wasn’t him, it was Rowan. It felt like phantom hands held me down and I couldn't move. I squeezed my eyes shut against the tears threatening to fall. Willing my soul to return to my body so I could speak up about my panic.
“Stop, stop!” I cried, feeling a nail break as I scratched the surface of the desk. I reached behind me to push Rowan off of me.
He pulled out quickly, and I turned to face him, shame clouding my features as I held my hand up to stop Rowan from touching me. “I’m sorry,” I said ashamedly. “I’m so sorry.”
Rowan folded me in his arms, tucking me against my chest, and kissed my forehead as my ragged breathing gave away my anxiety. The sound of his slowing heartbeat brought me back to the moment.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Princess. You’re safe…I promise. Talk to me, what happened?”
“I…I don’t know,” I said, clutching my chest. I felt hot suddenly and wondered why it was so warm in the room. My face was numb and I began to feel dizzy.
“I…can’t breathe,” I choked out.
“Charlotte, you’re having a panic attack.” His eyes filled with concern as he lifted my face to his so I could look at him. “I need you to breathe, Princess. Deep breath for me.”
I latched onto his arm, hanging on for dear life. I wouldn’t let anything, real or imagined, take away the one person who could keep my head above water. His voice sounded distant through the ringing in my ears and the choked breaths left my lips.
“Why are you so far away,” I whispered.
As Rowan held onto me, I kept repeating the same thoughts in my head over and over, willing myself to relax. I know I’m safe. I just have bad days sometimes and today is one of them…
“Come back to me, Lottie. You’re safe,” he whispered, kissing my hair. After a few breaths, my symptoms subsided, and I began feeling like myself again.
Looking up at him, I placed a hand on his cheek and wiped away the tears that managed to escape his eyes as I came back to reality.
“Please keep going,” I whispered, angry with myself that we had to stop. He shook his head furiously and knit his eyebrows together.
“Charlotte, you just had a panic attack. I’m not going to take advantage of you like that,” he said softly, pushing a lock of hair behind my ear.
I sniffed as I brought his hand up and placed it on my breast.
“I’m safe. I need you, please,” I begged, a small sob escaping my lips.
His hand grazed my nipple, and before I knew it he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my lips. Rowan lifted me from the desk and moved me toward the large oval table in the center of the room. Deepening his kiss, he laid me down and rolled my nipple between his finger and thumb.
“Make me feel good, Roe.” I moaned out.
His other hand traced down my body, a familiar warmth following his trail. He glanced at me and I nodded my assent, trying to relax as his finger rubbed small, gentle circles around my clit. My body was still shaking from the panic attack I’d experienced, but his gentle, loving touch performed wonders as it calmed my racing heart.
“That's it, take it nice and slow.” he encouraged softly.
“I love you,” I whispered in return.
His hands cradled my face as he pushed into me slowly. I felt every inch of him pulse inside me as he rocked back and forth, grinding his hips into mine.
“Keep your eyes on me, Lottie. Always on me,” he grunted, putting his forehead against mine.
“Harder, Rowan,” I pleaded, and he complied, rolling his hips against mine in slower, harder strokes. I moaned loudly as his thumb continued slow, soft circles on my clitoris, and I could feel my orgasm slowly building.
My legs were shaky and I could feel my juices sliding down into the crack of my ass where it dripped onto the table as he fucked me. My mouth fell open, and I could feel his cock swell inside me.
“You can let go, Princess. You’re safe,” he urged, kissing me deeply and swallowing my moans of pleasure.
My vision blurred as my orgasm washed over me, and at the same time Rowan’s body jerked as he spilled his release shortly after. He barely caught himself and collapsed on top of me.
“I love you,” he whispered, pulling me into his embrace.
We laid in each other’s arms on the cold table for what felt like forever before Roe checked his watch and clambered to his feet.
“We’ve got work to do, Princess,” he said, giving me a wink.
We dressed separately and Roe walked to the door.
“Catch you later, beautiful,” he said, and I smiled.
As he turned to the door again, I caught something black hanging out of his pocket and I giggled.
“Rowan,” I said, and he turned to look at me. “My panties are sticking out of your pocket.”
He smirked, adorning a proud look. “So? I’m sure everyone knows you're mine, this,” he said, reaching into his back pocket to pull them out. “Is just a gentle reminder.” He laughed, taking a long sniff before shoving them back. “Don’t forget to clean off the table.”
Nikki pushed through the door carrying a box, almost knocking Rowan off his feet.
“Sorry!” she said, and he shrugged, turning to the door again. “Hey, you’ve got some panties in your pocket.”
Rowan groaned in exasperation. “I know, damn it,” he huffed and walked through the door.
Nikki giggled. “I’ll take it. I miss his smartass remarks,” she said.
I nodded. “He’ll find his way back. We all will,” I responded, walking toward my desk.
“Did you hear there might be a serial killer on the loose? I guess a lot of Walker’s men are turning up…know anything about it?” she asked, lifting the box.
I shrugged, hoping she didn’t think it was Rowan. “It’s just another thing to worry about, I guess,” I said nonchalantly.
“He won’t do it, Charlotte, and you shouldn’t make him. You know he would just because he loves you, and that’s not fair,” Nikki said firmly.
“He will, or I’ll find someone willing,” I said, peeking into the box. “It’s perfect.”