Chapter 28 - Roman
I lay on the bed, weak from the medication meant to numb the pain searing through my body. It was a flesh wound, and luckily, the bullet had missed my vital organs.
Stripped from the waist up, with a bandage wound around my belly, I managed to sit up, my back against the headboard.
The bathroom door creaked open, and she stepped out in a white satin nightgown. Her bare feet tapped softly against the floor as she strolled over to the bed while drying her hair with a white towel.
She stopped in her tracks when she saw me seated upright, like I hadn’t just been shot a few hours ago. Her lips curled into a radiant smile I’d never seen on her face before, and it did something to my heart. I wasn’t sure what exactly, but I liked how it made me feel.
“Hey,” she called, her voice gentle and sweet.
“Hey,” I answered, almost inaudible.
She draped the towel over the backrest of a wooden chair and walked straight to the bed. “How’re you feeling?”
I hesitated, enjoying the softness of her tone and the sparkle in her eyes. “Never been better.” A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her gaze dropping to the bandaged wound on my lower abdomen. “Does it still hurt?” she whispered, her eyes darting up to meet mine.
“It never did,” I answered, unable to hold back my smile.
She tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear, her head lowering by a fraction, as if to hide her flushed cheeks. “You should be resting right now.”
Her quiet murmurs thawed something frozen inside me, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The scent of shampoo and her perfume lingered around her, subtle yet intoxicating enough to pull me in.
For the next few seconds, neither of us said a word; we just gazed into each other’s eyes. The longer I stared at her, the more I realized how deeply I’d actually fallen for this woman.
I’d never felt so moved to protect anyone so recklessly. And that was the confirmation that I needed to finally believe that what I felt for her was love. That bullet was not meant for me; it was meant for her.
But in that split second, I made a choice to push her out of the way so I’d take her place. If that wasn’t an act of love, then I didn’t know what was. The only problem was that I wasn’t sure whether what I felt was mutual, though deep down I already knew the truth.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, guilt and remorse lacing her tone.
“For what?”
“Everything,” she answered. “If I hadn’t tried to run away—if I didn’t trust the wrong person—none of this would’ve happened.”
“This wasn’t your fault, milaya,” I replied.
“Yes, it was,” she said. “I should’ve stayed home, but I was just….” Her voice trailed off into silence, her eyes boring into mine. “You hurt me, Roman.”
I swallowed hard, my heart skipping a beat. “I didn’t mean to.”
“I know,” she said softly. “I was just jealous when I saw you with that other woman, and I let my emotions get the better of me.”
I reached out and held her hand, my gaze unwavering. “Milaya, nothing happened between Anya and me.”
“You don’t owe any explanation.”
“Yes, I do,” I answered. “I need you to know that I never cheated on you, and what you saw that evening wasn’t what it seemed.”
She hesitated, as if weighing whether or not to say what was on her mind. “She was on your lap. Her hands were all over you.”
I detected traces of jealousy in her tone and found it rather amusing. “She shouldn’t have gotten that close—but trust me, nothing happened that night. And she’ll never bother us again.”
Scarlett’s face lit up with a radiant smile.
“Why were you jealous, though?” I asked teasingly. “I thought you hated me.”
She shrugged her shoulders, a soft sigh escaping her cherry lips. “I used to.”
I raised my brows. “Past tense noticed.”
Her smile gradually faded, replaced by something light yet more solemn. “Honestly, I want to hate you for everything you put me through,” she began, her voice smooth and effortless. “But I can’t. I just can’t. And to make things worse, I believe I’m….”
I watched in silence, my heart racing in anticipation, eager to hear her finish.
“Roman, I think I’m falling for you,” she declared, her eyes sparkling like a thousand sapphires. “Maybe you don’t feel the same way because men like you are incapable of—”
She was still talking when I reached out and sealed her lips with a tender kiss. It was brief but electric.
“What was that for?” she whispered, her forehead resting against mine.
“Proof that you’re not alone in this,” I answered. “You, Scarlett, are the light in my dark, and you complete me in ways you can’t even imagine.”
Her smile broadened, and she placed a palm on my cheek, her thumb caressing my skin.
I continued, “The very first day I set my eyes on you, I knew you were the one for me. You’re my better half, Scarlett. And I love you.”
Her eyes lit up with mirth, her expression softer than I’ve ever seen. “Love is a pretty powerful word for a man like you,” she said. “Are you sure?”
“Never been more sure of anything in my life,” I answered. “Can we start over? As husband and wife this time—a real couple?”
“Yes.” She nodded her head, her smile widening. “I’d like that.”
“Yeah?” I beamed at her.
“Yeah.” She chuckled, her arms flying around my neck.
Scarlett claimed my lips and kissed me passionately. It was slow and reverent, almost as if she were savoring every second. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, moving in sync with mine.
She broke the kiss after a moment and stared longingly at me, her teeth grazing her lower lip. “Lie back,” she whispered, her voice laced with desire.
I pulled away, adjusting my weight as I leaned back against the headboard. She crawled onto the bed on all fours and positioned herself before me. Her fingers grabbed the waistband of my pants, and she gently tugged it down, revealing my shaft.
Her lips curled into a mischievous grin as she slid the pants off my legs and reached for my cock. Her fingers wrapped around it, both hands stroking my length. “It’s so hard,” she said quietly, her eyes rising to meet mine.
A soft moan fell off my lips, my body stiffening at the magic of her hands.
“You like that?” she asked while stroking my cock slowly.
“It feels good,” I answered.
Again, she bit her lower lip and then lowered her head. My breath hitched when she took me into her mouth—warm and sensational.
“Fuck,” I murmured.
She sucked my cock with practiced ease, her hands and tongue easing my stress. She moved gently and quietly yet efficiently enough to make me feel alive. She drooled all over my dick—sloppy and nasty, her strokes so slippery they drew me closer and closer to the edge.
I combed my fingers through my hair, my eyes fixed on her as she worked beneath me. She lifted her head and smiled at me, then tapped my staff on her lips. My length was covered in her moisture, a thread of drool linking her mouth and my cap.
It was like looking at a whole new person, one who was hellbent on pleasing me. She licked my cock with the top side of her tongue, her movements slow and deliberate.
“Hmm. I love the way you taste,” she said, holding my gaze while sucking me.
My toes curled, my muscles contracting by the second.
“You can make me gag if you want,” she added, taking my cock deeper into her mouth.
Scarlett didn’t break eye contact even while choking on my shaft—deep in her throat. I reached down, my fingers massaging her scalp, as if thanking her for a job well done. She closed her eyes for a moment, basking in the feeling coursing through her.
When she pulled her head out, a sweet gasp escaped her mouth, a thick thread of drool lingering on her bottom lip. She teased my cap, grazing her teeth against it.
Scarlett dipped her head even lower, and before I knew it, she’d already taken my sack in her mouth. While sucking my balls, she was simultaneously stroking my length.
My head tipped back as I reveled in the euphoria of her magical hands and tongue. The sensation fanned the flames of desire that threatened to consume me.
Once she was done, she knelt between my legs, her fingers seductively sliding down the thin straps of her satin nightgown, one after the other. The fabric slipped off her body, leaving her perky breasts exposed.
Quietly, she took off her underpants, then straddled me with caution, mindful of my wound. She reached down and inserted my cock into her waiting pussy, soaking wet. A sweet moan came forth as she slowly lowered herself on me.
“Oh-my-fucking-God, I’m dripping wet for you, Daddy,” she cried out.
My hands found her swaying hips, guiding her movements. She ground against me, slow and steady, reverent and deliberate.
“Yeah, just like that,” I said, feeling all my muscles relaxing. “Keep going.”
“Yes, Daddy. Anything you say,” she moaned.
My hands traversed her body, exploring every curve and contour. She kept grinding her waist like there was no bone in there. I palmed her breasts—squeezing and pinching her nipples.
She threw her head back in ecstasy, her hips swaying steadily against mine. Back and forth. Side to side. Rinse repeat.
“You like that, Daddy?”
“Yes!”
Scarlett kept going, twisting and twirling on top of me, her hips driving me crazier with each sway. “Come for me, Daddy,” she moaned. “Please.” She gazed down at me, her eyes boring into mine.
She didn’t need to quicken her pace; her moves were slippery enough to make me finish on time.
“Fuck,” I groaned, grinding deeper into her from behind.
The pain from my wound was nothing compared to the pleasure coursing through me.
“Give it to me,” she murmured, grinding more intently.
Every sway of her hips was deliberate, designed to make me finish any second now.
“Oh, my God!” I groaned deeply, my legs trembling as I exploded inside her. “Fuck!”
Her lips curled into a self-satisfied grin. “Yes, Daddy, gimme all of it!”
I pushed deeper and deeper, emptying every last drop inside her. Her cunt tightened around me as I filled her up with my load. She let out a satisfactory sigh and got off me, then lay on her side with her head on my chest.
I wrapped my hand around her—possessive and protective at the same time, as our hearts beat as one. “Thank you,” I said, kissing her head.
This was the very first time I’d said those words after sex, and I didn’t regret them. At all.
“Thank you,” she replied, exhaling sharply.
This was the beginning of a new chapter in our lives, and I couldn’t wait to see what the future had in store for us. One thing was certain, though: I would strive to make this marriage work. No matter what.