Chapter 11
Saranna
After I told him my thoughts, Roman went to his room, jumped on both his phone and his laptop, and holed himself up in there.
That was now four hours ago and I was done.
He left me alone to do who the hell knows what, but if I had my guess, it was to do some digging.
Because he was good at that.
I sighed, sitting on the balcony to my room in nothing more than a sports bra and a pair of shorts. I didn’t have a swimsuit so I couldn’t tan and I sure as hell was not about to go naked. Not with that man just feet away.
The other night in the shower was enough for me to make sure I stopped taunting him. Not that I didn’t miss it or that I stopped completely.
But I didn’t bring out my toys. Or at least I wasn’t vocal about it.
I leaned my head back, thinking back to that shower and how I felt like something shifted with us.
I mean, it hadn’t. He still kept his distance of course, but that also wasn’t the man I knew. Like a few years ago, that never would have happened. In fact, two weeks ago, this whole thing would never have crossed my mind.
I would have called you stupid and laughed my ass off if someone said that Roman Volkov would be naked before me, jacking off, and it was my name falling from his lips.
I jumped as my phone vibrated beside me and quickly grabbed it, not thinking to look at it.
“Hello?”
“Where is Roman?”
I rolled my eyes at my cousin’s tone.
“Hi to you too, Marcell. No, don’t worry about me, I’m fine.”
“Saranna,” he growled and I sat up a little straighter. I might like poking my cousin, might like fighting his power, but I also knew when not to cross the line. And it was evident by his tone, he was there.
“Sorry,” I muttered.
“It’s okay. Where is Roman?”
“In his room, why?”
“He’s not picking up my calls.”
“Oh,” I said, standing up and walking over to his room, knocking then waiting before I opened the door, seeing him pace. “He’s pretty busy, Marcell. What did you need?”
“Well, he texted me and then ghosted me.”
“Oh, so, you’re scared of the Russian, are you?”
That stopped Roman who turned to look at me, a brow raised.
“It’s Marcell, Roman. He said he’s tried calling you back and you aren’t answering.”
“That’s because I’m trying to get some fucking information, what does he want?”
I rolled my eyes again and put the phone back up to my ear.
“What do you want, he’s asking.”
“You tell him-”
“Wait, nope, not doing this,” I said, cutting him off. I walked over to Roman and handed him my phone. “Marcell is calling me to talk to you; I’m not playing the messenger. If you told him something, you need to talk to him now.”
Roman took the phone, his eyes raking over every inch of exposed skin, and I could feel the goosebumps break out.
And try as I might, I could feel my nipples pebble under his gaze.
I swallowed hard, finding the strength to turn and walk out of the room, wishing there was a cold pool I could jump into after that look.
Instead, all I could do was go back to my room and lay on my bed, hoping the fan would do the trick.
Even a cold shower wasn’t going to take the edge off that I needed.
I turned on my side, looking at the nightstand next to me and released a sigh. I reached over, opened the drawer, and took out the vibrator.
I glanced at the doorway, seeing that Roman had closed the door after I left. With a slight shrug, I tossed my shorts and underwear, slowly moving the toy along my lips, teasing myself before dipping it in.
“Yes,” I whispered quietly, wishing that it was Roman who was playing with me, rather than myself. Wishing that it was his hand guiding the toy while his mouth claimed mine and his other hand was twisting my hard nipples.
I closed my eyes as I allowed my other hand to cup my tit over the bra, playing with the little nub.
Slowly, I moved the toy in, arching my hips to meet it, lost in the world that I was creating behind my closed eyelids.
“Roman,” I moaned, this time a little louder. “Like that.” I pushed the toy in even further, slowly dragging it out and over my clit. “Harder, please.”
It was as if I commanded myself, pushing it harder, and I nearly screamed, consumed by the fantasy I was weaving.
I felt the bed dip then felt his hand cover mine, pushing it now in faster.
My eyes flickered open and I stared at him, my breathing erratic, because this was the closest we had been like this.
“Harder, you said?”
I licked my lips and then nodded, spreading my legs even wider for him.
“Such a good girl, opening for me like this.”
I gasped, feeling how much wetter those simple words were.
“But also such a bad girl. And bad girls, they don’t get rewards.”
“What….reward,” I panted, my body heating up yet again as his eyes washed over me then focused on his hand holding the toy that was now slowly pumping in and out of my pussy.
“The reward to come,” he told me, leaning down to nip at my neck and I nearly cried.
“You can’t do…that. You…caused this. I needed…it…after…that look.”
“And let me tell you, Saranna, you’re teasing stops fucking now.” He shoved the toy faster and harder in and out of me, making me grab onto his arm. “It will be the last time you fucking use a toy because from here on out, it’s my dick you fuck, and nothing else.”