Chapter 12
Roman
Deep down, I knew this was wrong. But I just didn’t care anymore. The taste and teases I had was not enough. So, yes, when she walked in and handed me her phone, my mind was short circuited. I rushed off the phone as fast as I could, giving Marcell my thoughts on this upcoming running mayor.
And then the connection to a lower-level family.
Which had Marcell cursing. When I told him I was still looking into it, he said he’d take it over and monitor the family and John. He’d let me know if there were any updates.
Then he was off and I was in her room, watching her push this stupid toy into her drenched pussy and I lost what little control I had left.
“Do you understand, моя любовь?”
Her eyes flew open at the endearment, knowing enough Russian to understand the ‘my love’ comment, and I couldn’t help but smirk because I knew it would catch her off guard.
Fuck, the feelings flowing through me that were long since ignored, were catching me off guard. And right now, I’d fight Marcell anyway I could to keep her. He told me she was off limits, but she’s not to me, not anymore.
“Yes,” she whispered, and I put the toy aside, causing her to whimper at the loss, but my fingers quickly replaced it, making her gasp. She grabbed onto my wrist, as if she could keep me there. I grinned as I let her think that, only to withdraw them, shaking off her hold.
I brought them to my lips, sucking them clean and her eyes dilated. Before I could stop her, she was leaning up, kissing me deeply, her tongue swirling with mine, tasting the sweetness that I did.
And holy shit, it might have been one of the hottest kisses I’ve ever had.
Moments later, I broke the kiss, tossing the few items of clothing I had on, then her bra, finally leaning down to pull her nipple into my mouth, and making her gasp yet again.
Her fingers raked through my hair as I swirled my tongue around her nipple, then sucking on it while I ran my hands up her back and then into her hair. I released her nipple to kiss her again, not sure if I could ever get enough of that taste.
Because from here on out, I was planning on doing it every day of my life, no matter how many days that was.
She broke the kiss, staring at me, a smile on her lips.
“Done fighting?”
“Don’t start, Saranna.”
“Just saying. Took you long enough to get your head out of your ass, don’t you think?”
“You want Marcell to kill me? Because I was told, tons of times, you’re off limits to me, Saranna. Even before the feelings came. Do you know how hard it was for me to say no to you when all I wanted was you? It’s all I’ve ever wanted?”
“Don’t say no to me anymore, please?”
Her soft plea was my undoing. I knew I would die for this woman, no matter the cause, and I’d rather die with her in my arms, than die never had having her.
“Promise, amore mio,” switching it up from Russian to Italian.
I took her lips again, deeply, savagely, as if I was making up for lost time. And I was. Years worth to be exact.
“Yes,” she cried, arching against me and though I wanted to punish her for being naughty, I didn’t have it in me not to hear her cries.
So, I rolled her onto her back then climbed over her, caging her between my arms, and I stared down at her. She grinned as her arms wrapped my waist and her nails trailed over my lower back.
“You don’t need to be gentle, Roman, I won’t break.”
“No, Saranna, you’re made of far sturdier things to keep you strong. But I also want to savor this. It’s the first of many for us.”
She grinned even more as she locked her legs around my hips then rocked against me, pulling me closer.
I gave up the urge to tease either one of us and lined my hard dick with her wet pussy and slowly eased in, groaning at how hot and tight she was around me.
“So…good,” she moaned, tightening her legs around me. “So perfect.”
“Agreed.”
I stayed that way for a moment or two, just getting lost in the feeling of her before she started to wiggle. I looked down at her, a brow raised and she grinned.
“Move, or I’m taking over.”
“So bossy,” I told her, but moved anyway, slowly pumping into her. She glared at me and dug her nails into my lower back, making me grin at how she was trying to take control from beneath me.
“Roman, fuck me. Fuck me like you mean it. Like it’s the only thing you can think of.”
“Your wish is my command, принцесса.”
“Princess huh?”
“You know Russian?” I asked, picking up my pace.
She moaned as she clutched me even tighter, making me hit a new angle that had her thrashing.
“When I need to. Oh…that’s it…don’t stop, please Roman. It feels so good.”
“That’s it, Saranna, give it all to me. Let me feel you break beneath me, to come all over me, to soak my dick in the best way possible.”
“Dirty…mouth. I like it.”
I smirked as I reached between us, pinching her clit as I drove into her, making her scream by the sheer pleasure as she did what I asked; soak my cock.
I struggled not to come, not wanting it to be over but she reached down and grabbed my balls, squeezing them and I laughed at how she did the same trick, making me lose my load into her.
I shuddered as I came hard, dropping my head to her shoulder as her nails ran down my spine and for the first time in ages, I felt content.
Happy.
Almost like this was possible between us.
No, not almost. It was going to have to be possible.
Because I was not giving her up again. She was mine, and she would forever be mine now, and I didn’t care what Marcell had to say about it.