Chapter 18 – Roman #2
My scorn grew, triggered by her words. But as angry as I was, I couldn’t lash out in front of all these people. So, I looked around discreetly, scanning the space until I spotted a door slightly ajar.
I grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her away from the crowd, her heels clicking rapidly against the floor. With a single push, the door opened, and we stormed in, my blood boiling with rage.
The dimly lit room was a cramped space, cluttered with old stock, the air thick with the scent of aged paper and neglect.
I shut the door behind me and turned to face her, a palm swiping over my mouth in an attempt to calm my rage.
She leaned in and whispered in my face. “Dragging me in here doesn’t make you look tough. It only proves how controlling and condescending you are.”
My features twisted into growing annoyance. “You will mind the way you speak to me or else….”
“Or else what, Roman?” She drew closer, her face mirroring mine. “What’re you gonna do, huh?” The challenge in her gaze stirred up something primal inside me.
“Don’t push me,” I warned her, feeling my anger slowly transforming into a dark desire.
“You pushed me first!” she snapped. “You jump on every chance to show your superiority! You treat me like a lesser human being and dictate my every move!” She slammed her hands against my chest. “I hate you for that!”
The words had barely flown out of her mouth when I seized her waist and spun her around. A soft gasp escaped her as I pinned her back against the wall. Her breath ceased as she glared at me, her chest heaving slowly.
I placed my hand on the wall beside her head and mirrored her expression, my eyes boring into hers. “Perhaps you’ve forgotten who you belong to,” I growled.
She frowned, her eyes narrowing at me. “I belong to no one.”
The air was thick with tension as we glared at each other, our anger mixed with dark desire. I traced the curve of her mouth before my gaze dropped to her cleavage. The freshness of the skin above her breasts fanned the flames of passion burning through me.
My hand snapped out and gripped her jaw—not too hard, not too light—just enough to scare her a little. She bit the inside of her mouth, refusing to look away from me.
“Your stubbornness will land you in trouble, milaya,” I whispered in her face.
She waited a few seconds. “I’m already in trouble with you. What more can you do to me?”
The challenge in her voice sent shivers down my spine, awakening every cell in my body. My cock swelled in my pants and grazed against her, betraying my fury.
“Let me remind you who you are,” I murmured.
Before she could respond, I sealed her lips with a kiss—a deep, hot kiss. At first, she tried to resist, tried to push me away. But as the seconds ticked by, her resilience began to falter.
I pulled her to myself and dared to cup her gentle swells, squeezing over the fabric of her dress. Breathless, she kissed me back, her tongue invading my mouth with an intense fervency.
I raised one of her legs, caressed her thigh, then slid my hands underneath the hem of her dress. She moaned in my mouth when my fingers settled on her underpants and shifted them to the side.
She reached for my belt, unbuckled it, and dipped her hand inside. Another moan left her lips as I inserted my middle finger, her wetness wrapping around it like silk.
I broke our kiss, lifted both her hands over her head, and trapped them beneath one of my palms. With my free hand, I held up her left leg, positioned my cock outside her entrance, and drove inside her.
My action drew a soft cry from her mouth. “Fuck me all you want,” she said, eyes boring into mine. “You’ll never own me.”
I slammed into her more rapidly, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. “You can pretend as much as you want. I know you like it.”
She bit her lower lip, her face contorted in pleasure—the same pleasure she tried to mask with a frown.
“Is that all you’ve got?” she wore a mocking grin. “I expected more from an angry beast.”
My jaw locked. “Fuck you.”
“Fuck you too,” she replied, defiance flashing in her eyes.
I held up her leg in the air as I destroyed her pussy with vigorous strokes. Perhaps deep down, her words cut deeper than I cared to admit, and this was to punish her.
The harder I fucked her, the more difficult it became to control her moans. I pulled out without warning and spun her around, pressing her breasts against the wall.
Her ass shot out while I raised the hem of her dress over her waist. With her panties still shifted to the side, I plunged back inside her, slapping her ass at intervals.
“Oh, my fuckin’ God,” she whimpered, her body responding energetically to my relentless strokes.
I grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged at it while ramming her from behind. I went on and on, drilling her pussy with the strength of the starving beast. I almost forgot how sweet she was until now, and the harder I drove into her, the more she moaned.
Her legs trembled beneath her, her whimpers coming in short gasps as she murmured something under her breath. I hit her harder and harder, basking in the sound of her moans.
A guttural groan signaled my arrival, my tempo quickening by the second. With a thick grunt, I drove deeper into her pussy, filling her up with my essence.
Panting, I pulled out, watching her body shake like a leaf. I tucked my shaft back into my pants and buckled my belt, my eyes pinned on her.
She straightened her spine, the hem of her dress draping over her legs. She smoothed out the faint wrinkles on the fabric, then adjusted the strands that framed her face.
Without looking at me, she walked away, her heels clicking on the floor. I watched her unlock the door and leave as if nothing had happened within these walls. I let out a soft sigh, unsure of how she must be feeling at the moment.
I brushed the thought to the back of my mind, then stepped out of the room to join her back at the party.