Chapter 19 Make Me Yours
Make Me Yours
Roman
Angelic, perfect Isla sat cross-legged in front of me on her little couch, her wide, wholesome eyes filled with fear.
"It's okay. He only has a broken nose and a few bruises for now.
He expected this to happen." I tried to reassure her, not making anything better.
I poured her more champagne and brought the glass to her lips.
"It's okay. Have a drink, Isla." I inched closer.
Stunned, she tipped her head back and took a sip.
"Who, um…who are you, Roman? If you just go ahead and do stuff like that?" Sweet, sweet Angel...she had no clue what I was capable of. Fuck, she was sinless.
"What did you expect me to do? He told you he was going to rape you, for fuck's sake! Was I supposed to just ignore it? I held back. I didn't kill hi—" I cut myself off, watching her eyes go wide in even more shock. "Let's not talk about him, okay? I promise he won't touch you. I promise."
That was a promise I knew I could keep because I was going to fucking kill him.
Seconds ticked by in silence, but I liked it. I liked watching her this close to me. I liked noticing all the little details about her. This was strange and such a new experience for me. I’d never spent this much time with a woman without sex.
What the fuck was wrong with me? I wondered why I’d never wanted this, why I used all women before and they all used me.
“Why did you tell me I was oblivious?" Isla asked softly. She was such a dream. Her little pajamas with ice cream cones only emphasized her purity.
"Because you can't see...how I feel about you." I spoke earnestly, and she nodded, bringing a small smile to my face.
"Mm. And why did you say you think you're in love with me?" She avoided my gaze, choosing to study the liquid in her glass instead.
For the first time ever, I was vulnerable and raw. I'd never been so open and honest...with anybody. But the truth didn’t scare me because, fuck, it was painful already.
"Because I am. I'm in love with you." Unable to look away from her, I spilled exactly what was on my heart.
Her eyes sparkled with tears again, sending an ache through me.
"I know I look like I'm incapable of that feeling, but.
..I love you, Isla. I'm not sure how it happened, but I can’t deny it any longer.
" Oh fuck, now I was fucking shaking inside.
Her tears intensified, and she dropped her head, sniffling loudly. "Don't fucking play with me like that, Roman! This isn’t something you joke about!" Her free hand flew to her face, and she collapsed into herself, trembling in front of me.
Guilt filled me up as I watched her break down, having no fucking clue what to do. This was exactly what I didn’t want—I didn’t want to hurt her. But then a thought hit me: was I a man or just mush? I told Isla I loved her, and like a complete idiot, I sat there and did nothing.
Not thinking any further, I abandoned the champagne glasses somewhere on the couch and grabbed her hand, gently pulling her toward me.
Her startled eyes only spurred me on. Easily lifting her up, I sat her on my lap, her legs straddling me.
The sound of her little gasp against my ear nearly undid me.
Holy fuck. Her small weight, her warmth, her aura—it all froze me in place. This was fucking it. I wasn't going to dance around it anymore. I gazed into her eyes and saw something I'd never seen in any woman before: affection. Care. For me.
"I'm not joking, Isla. I love you." I steadied my voice and touched the soft skin of her hand, the contrast between us impossible to ignore.
Her delicate hand looked so dainty in my inked one—with bloody knuckles, on top of it all.
In the faint glow of her lamp, I watched her chest rise and fall with every nervous breath she took.
She seemed so shy, timid even, but then I felt it—her hips moving against mine. Just slightly, just a tease. Her body fit onto my lap perfectly, like she was always meant to sit there.
This was literally the first time in my life when I was this close to a woman and I wasn't naked, and this was the most blissful moment I'd ever experienced.
Her lips were so close to mine—she smelled so sweet, like a goddamn candy store, and my hands made their journey up her back, the touch so foreign and forbidden.
She was dazed. Her gray eyes were filled with worry, but her fingers grazed my cheek just as she let out a shaky breath.
"Isla? If this happens...if I kiss you...you will forever be mine. I’ll never let you go." I managed to whisper in her ear, barely able to keep my eyes open. I tried my best to keep my logical thoughts straight—she had to know what she was getting into.
But at my words, her hips shifted closer, harder, grinding against me with renewed vigor.
Her fingers dug into the back of my neck—just like the first time she’d ever touched me.
She leaned in so close, her soft lips a mere centimeter away from mine, her eyes blazing with confidence I’d never seen before.
"Then make me yours,” she whispered, her lips barely brushing mine.
The whole world fell away. I was so fucking hooked on Isla, I wanted absolutely nothing else in life. Just her. Always her—with me, in my arms. I would love her. I would cherish her. I would make her my wife. I would be with her until the end of my time.
My mind blank, I smashed my mouth with hers and fucking devoured her lips, my hands finally savoring the smooth skin under her teeny tiny pajama shirt. Jesus Christ, she was the most delicious girl I had ever fucking kissed.
Her little whimper ran through all of me, and her hips made harsher movements, pressing against my cock.
I was elated. Our kiss turned messy, desperate, and rough. I was starved for her, and she responded with the same energy. Blinded by this passion, I trailed my lips and tongue down her neck, feasting on the sweet nectar that was Isla.
“Roman…” she moaned my name, throwing her head back and letting me take it all in. My name on her lips would forever be etched into my mind.
I pulled on the pajama top and finally discarded the little thing.
I was free to enjoy it all now and at last laid my eyes on her half-naked, perfect body.
Like this was my last meal, I sucked her nipple into my mouth, my mind ablaze with every single sensation.
Oh God, I couldn't calm down. Just like I’d suspected, she had the most perfect, perkiest tits on the entire fucking planet.
And she fucking loved having my mouth on them.
“Oooh, fuuuuck,” she whined, arching her back and giving me more.
My hand traced the heat of her skin, marking me like fire.
This felt like the most forbidden and criminal activity I had ever engaged in.
I was corrupting her, ruining her innocence and purity, and I fucking loved it.
Mine, she would forever be mine. My sweet girl.
My Angel.
Tongue on her body, I was finally able to breathe, to feel alive.
"Fuck me, Roman,” she pleaded into my ear, her hips riding me so hard I felt like I was ready to bust any second. I was so shocked to hear her say that—my thoughts were completely arrested except for one: maybe she wasn’t as innocent as she looked. Fuck, I wanted to hear her beg again.
"Say it again." I breathed out, biting her lip and squeezing her delicious asscheeks. I prayed to God in my head again, unable to control my own runaway thoughts.
Her lips stretched out in a smile, and her fingers clutched at my jaw, an action that sent waves of electricity through my entire body.
"Fuck me...fuck me how you imagined." Isla spoke slowly, seductively, pleading with me, my dick twitching at her words.
"I'm not sure you can take everything...that I've imagined doing to you." I confessed, reveling in her presence. She paused her actions, her smile so mischievous, her teeth marking her bottom lip. She sat so comfortably in my lap, half naked, like she fucking belonged here.
"Mmm...I love a challenge." She peppered my neck with the softest kisses—as light as a butterfly. Oh, dear fucking Christ, her gentle and hot mouth on my skin forced a moan out of me. "But before I accept the challenge...do you have a condom?"
Fuck. I didn’t. I almost chuckled out loud because this was literally the first time in my life that I was with a woman and didn't have a condom. Trying to breathe through my intense arousal, I shook my head to say no.
"Have you ever had sex without one?" Isla asked, turning innocent again, like she didn't just plead with me to fuck her.
"No." I didn't even have to think about it. Quickly, she scampered off me and reached for her phone on the kitchen island. Her half-wavy hair was wild, covering her breasts like a mermaid. I sat there in such a haze, half understanding what was happening.
I marveled at her beauty, watching her toned legs take slow strides toward me. She stopped at my knees, and I sat up straighter and grabbed her hand, looking up at her like a goddamn puppy waiting for instructions.
"I've only ever been with one man, and we were both virgins before that.
And based on my calculations, my chances of getting pregnant are currently very low.
" She slowly straddled me again and wrapped her arms around my neck, an action I so wanted to happen.
“But considering that I literally watched—”
"Isla? I know that the number of sexual partners I've had is shocking to you. I just got tested after that last girl. I wouldn't be doing this if I wasn't sure. I wouldn't hurt you."
She considered my words, and it dawned on me that having an awkward conversation like this, mid-almost-fuck, wasn't awkward with her.
"Why did you sleep with so many women?" she asked, clearly curious why I was such a whore. I shrugged my shoulders, but then the answer came by itself.
"I was looking for you."
Her eyes shot up into mine, that shy smile making its reappearance. Fuck, Isla would be the end of me. "You know just what to say, don't you? To get a good, innocent girl into bed."
Oh fuck, Isla. You didn't just say that.
"Innocent? I’m going to fuck that lie right out of you. Show me how innocent you are when you’re begging on your knees." I pushed it further and watched how those words turned her on.
Her jaw dropped, and instead of pulling back, she ground harder against me, crushing her mouth to mine, her tongue sliding against mine.
No, no. Isla only looked like an angel.
"So?” she whispered against my lips. “Will you fuck me? And make me beg?"
Will I? Fuck, that was one of my hardcore fantasies that I jerked off to in the shower so many times, I’d lost count.
"Angel…be careful what you ask for."