Chapter 6
With a swipe of his tongue, I fall back under his spell, all the fear melting away.
I’m not sure how long the two of us stay like this, but I can’t pull away from him.
Eventually he releases me.
“Let me take away your fear,” he says quietly into my lips.
“Come back to bed with me, Sloane,” he encourages me, his hands maneuvering me across the room, looking at me like I’m a skittish horse about to bolt.
I let him guide me, something in his authority freeing me from the panic.
You can do this, Sloane, stop freaking the fuck out and focus on him, I tell myself, knowing how badly I need this.
He lies down, not taking his eyes or hands off me for a second.
Helping me on top of him, he positions my legs on either side of his massive body.
His rock-hard cock throbbing against my pussy brings me right back into the moment.
His hand dusts down the side of my face tenderly, like there is more going on here than just fucking.
He trails his finger over my bottom lip then pushes it inside of my mouth, forcing me to suck on it.
“This is the only time I will ever say this to you, so make the most of it. You have all the control here, beautiful. Fuck me like I know you want to.”
Rocking my pussy over his cock, my slickness coats him as I go.
I’m still drenched, my body is ready for this, it’s just my messed-up head that won’t get with the program.
I lift my hips just a little so I can hold his cock in my hand and stroke him.
He’s handed the control over to me.
He’s not going to hurt me, I’m safe.
I position the tip of his cock at my entrance and suck in a sharp breath when I feel his size trying to stretch me.
My body tenses again.
“Sloane, look at me,” Romeo insists, his deep, commanding voice drawing my attention back to him instantly.
My head is swirling with thoughts.
Thoughts that make my head spin and my vision blur, but I see him through it.
His handsome face staring up at me like I’m his whole world.
“Focus on me and stay here with me.” His hand comes to my hip, and he touches me so lightly it sends a shiver through me.
This big strong man is being soft and gentle for me.
He told me to trust him, that he would take care of me, and for the first time, I believe him.
I’m safe.
With that thought, I focus on his devilishly beautiful dark eyes and rock my hips just a little so I slide down further onto his cock.
“That’s it,” he coaches me, his lips twisting up at the sides.
I keep moving, and I feel my body opening up for him.
I want him like crazy, more than the fear embedded deep in my soul.
Before I know it, I’ve taken all of him, my tight pussy stretching to accommodate his size.
I collapse onto his chest, and he pulls me in closer, kissing my lips again.
Why is he being so caring?
This was supposed to be a quick fuck for him, wasn’t it?
But he is acting like it’s so much more.
He’s making me believe it’s so much more.
As he kisses me, I start to move my hips, letting his cock stretch me more and more with every thrust. My fear disappears as the pleasure takes over.
And then all I can see is Romeo, all I can feel is Romeo.
He moves with me as I rock over him, our bodies working together like they are made for each other.
He’s so big, but my body adjusts for him, the initial pain turning into unbelievable pleasure as we take each other to new heights.
My body clenches around him, and before I know it, I’m seeing stars, cumming so hard my body shakes as I lose control.
“Fuck, Sloane,” he curses, and I know he’s right there with me, tipping over the edge.
He pumps into me another couple of times, holding me so close as he does, it’s almost like we’re moving as one.
I stare down at him, my pussy still throbbing and my heart hammering.
A silent sob wracks through my chest, I’m so overwhelmed.
This is too much. I wince as I move off him and come to lie by his side.
Losing my virginity was absolutely nothing like I thought it would be, but it was everything I needed.
He stares over at me, watching me closely, his hands still connected with me in any way they can.
He brushes my long hair over my shoulder.
“Are you alright?” he asks.
I nod, not ready to find words to explain how I am.
I feel so strange. So happy but sad at the same time.
Completely fulfilled but as though I could never get enough of what we just did.
“Do these rooms have a bathroom attached?” he asks after some time, breaking me from my thoughts.
“They’re just like luxury hotel rooms, so yeah,” I offer.
I feel his body shift off the bed, and I know he’s gone in search of it.
Right now, I just need to get my erratic heart under control.
My eyes fall shut because I need to block all of this out.
That was insane. I can’t actually believe I went through with it.
I wouldn’t have if it wasn’t for Romeo.
He was the perfect man to lose my virginity to.
Caring when I needed him to be, even if he doesn’t know why I am so messed up.
I’m not sure what greater being sent him to me, but I’m eternally grateful.
I know it was just a one-night stand, men like him don’t stick around, but it was the best one-night stand I could have hoped for.
He’s rid me of my secret, even if I have just missed my entire birthday party.
As my euphoria disappears, reality settles in.
What now? I can’t go back out to my party, but I can’t stay here with him either.
My sleepy eyes pop open when I hear a bath running.
What the hell is he doing?
I don’t have to wonder for long, because before I know it, strong arms scoop me up and transport me into the bathroom.
“What are you doing?”
“We’re going to take a bath together,” he says like it’s damn obvious.
He lets me down to standing before placing a kiss to my lips.
“Are we?” I ask, more skeptical.
“I’m not a bath kind of person.”
Ignoring my comment, he checks the water temperature with his hand, then squirts in some of the lavender-and-chamomile scented bath wash that was on the side of the bath.
Watching as bubbles fill the oversized tub, he steps into the water, holding a hand out for me.
“You are now.” He smirks cheekily.
I let him pull me into the tub with him, and I settle down between his legs with my head resting on his solid chest. The water is the perfect temperature, and I won’t admit it to him, but fuck, it feels so good on my sore, tired body.
He kisses my forehead softly, his hands trailing up and over my arms, washing me.
“I answered all your questions tonight, Sloane. Now I need you to answer a few of mine,” he says more seriously.
My body grows tense instantly, and I go to move away from him, but a heavy arm comes down over my stomach, stopping me from moving.
“You got your reward for answering my questions,” I snip back, not in a mood to play games anymore.
“I think we both know you got as much out of that little arrangement as I did. What I want to know is what happened to you back there. Who the fuck hurt you?” I feel the way his muscles go rigid around me .
“Nothing happened to me. I was just nervous.” I try to brush it off, not ready to tell him my fucked-up life story.
I have already shared enough with him tonight.
“Don’t lie to me.” His growl vibrates through my body.
I flinch at his anger, not expecting it.
“Romeo, I only just met you, you don’t know me.”
“I know everything I need to. Someone hurt you, and I want to know who the fuck it is so I can deal with him.”
I close my eyes and inhale deeply.
It makes it easier that I can’t see him right now.
It’s bad enough I can feel his rage toward the unknown person he thinks hurt me.
“We’re not leaving this bath until you talk to me about it,” he says after some time, with utter determination.
“Why the hell do you care? I’m just some girl you fucked on your vacation. You will go back to Italy, and I will become a distant memory, that’s all.”
“You have no idea who you are to me. Don’t make assumptions.” He twists so I’m forced to look at him.
“Tell me.”
Who I am to him?
My heart races. What is he talking about?
“I can’t,” I whisper.
Part of me wishes I would talk to someone about the trauma I still carry around with me, but I know it’s impossible.
Even with my brothers.
It’s better if I keep it all locked up in the past.
“You can, you’re just being stubborn,” he snips, and I know he’s not going to let it go easily.
His last comment has me seeing red.
Fuck him, he can’t just keep me hostage here in this bath with him, demanding I tell him about my past when I fucking don’t want to.
I try to get out of his grip, holding on to the side of the bath for leverage, but it’s no use.
He fights me, pinning me under his strong arms so I can’t move, sending waves of water sloshing over the sides of the bath.
I’m stuck in here, he’s way too strong for me.
“I don’t talk about what happened to my mom,” I snap back at him furiously.
I feel him flinch, and then he loosens his grip on me.
“I’m sorry, Sloane. I thought I could help.”
I get out of the bath, water drenching the bathmat and tiles below.
“No, you thought, just like every other male in my life, that you could be a fucking hero. Go and take care of the asshole who wronged me. Well, you can’t because the fucker is already dead, so let it go.” Hanging onto a railing, I find a plush towel and wrap it around my body, hugging my arms closer around myself as I head back into the room.
I need to get the hell out of here.
I hear him get out of the bath, water spattering over the tiles as he follows me.
“Where are you going?”
“Back to my birthday party,” I throw over my shoulder, not bothering to turn around.
I can’t even look at him right now.
His hands come to my waist, and he pulls me in close to him so I can’t escape.
“I shouldn’t have pushed you.” He kisses my hair, inhaling deeply.
“Stay with me tonight.”
“What?” I snap, bitchy as hell.
Is he serious?
“You heard me, doll face, I want to spend the night with you.” His hand trails down my side landing on my waist, and he draws me even closer to him like he can’t stand to have our bodies even an inch apart.
“Why?” I ask, a little more confused than anything else.
Didn’t he get what he wanted already?
Even if it was probably a monumental fuck-up of a screw, from what he would be used to.
“I’m not a good lay, you would be better off going back to that party and finding some other chick to pleasure you,” I mutter .
He spins me so our eyes are locked.
“Do you always use your bitchy attitude to push people away when you’re feeling insecure?”
My heart races like crazy again.
“Fuck you.”
“This time I’m going to fuck you.” His lips morph into a grin as he says it.
I’m not sure if it’s because he is pushing my buttons or because of the way he’s looking at me, still with so much heat in his eyes, but he just makes me feel so erratic and so turned on.
Instead of running like my body is telling me to, I reach up on my toes and kiss him again.
This time though, it’s on my terms completely.
Forcing him back until he hits the bed, I come back down on top of him.
He shoves our towels out of the way so our bodies are touching.
I can feel he is already hard again.
Christ, I’m not going to survive the night.
He rolls us so he’s on top of me.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” His lips turn up at the sides, looking way too powerful and sexy as hell.