Chapter 8 RULE #7 Don’t catch feelings. #2
“I didn’t mind because I was with you, and I knew you would keep me safe.” Her eyes shine with unshed tears.
“What’s the matter, Tessa?” I know my brother wouldn’t hurt her, so why does she look like she wants to cry? She stands, pushing her sweater up her arms.
Tessa stops in front of me. “I am stuck in a mire of what-ifs.”
A tear slips down her cheek. “What if we worked it out? What if you love me more?”
“What-ifs are for fools and people who hold on to delusions,” I warn.
“Call me delusional then. I was wrong, Roman,” she says as another tear slips down her face. “You were never a placeholder. I was wrong for talking to another man.”
I chuckle. “Is this an apology? You want to apologize before you marry my brother?”
She steps into my space and places her hand on my shoulder. “It’s an apology and an admittance. I am marrying the wrong brother. I want you, Rom. I am sorry it took me so long.”
Her nails dig into my chest as she tiptoes and she presses her lips against mine.
I push her so hard she falls to the ground. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”
Tessa holds onto my desk for support and pushes herself up. “After you helped me yesterday, I realized that you are my person, Rom. Not Liam, you.”
I close my eyes because I can feel my temper igniting. “You came here trying to make me betray my brother and my fiancée.”
She reaches for me, and I pull away. “I am going to put this fuckery down as nerves. But know this: if you ever cheat on my little brother, I will help him drag you through the pits of hell.”
“Rom, please,” she pleads. “We have so much history together.”
My fists clench because even though it’s wrong to hit a woman, she is pushing it. “You are the past. A forgotten one. Noelle is my present and my future.”
Tears roll down her face. “Rom, please. I love you.”
I am seething. “And I realize I never really loved you,” I say between my teeth.
Her knees buckle, and she presses her hand to her chest and cries.
“Gather yourself and then get the fuck out of my office,” I say. I need to leave this office now before I do something I regret.
NOELLE
E.L. Howard has me in a chokehold. A surprise baby? Oh, the hero is about to be pissed. I hear the shuffling of feet and look around to see Roman walking toward me at full speed. Something was wrong.
I turn my Kindle off. Placing it on the table, I stand.
“Hey, are you okay?” Before I can ask more questions, he grabs my hand.
“Come with me,” he commands. I don’t get a chance to make a decision. I was running, trying to keep up with his stride.
“Are you okay?” I ask. His grip tightens, and his jaw is clenched.
He doesn’t answer. We pass his mom in the kitchen, and I wave at her. Like me, she is surprised by Roman’s speed.
“Is everything alright?” she shouts.
I look back and wave again. “Perfectly fine.”
Truthfully, I have no idea what the hell is going on. We reach the mudroom, and he opens the door. The cold air instantly hits my face. I am not dressed for outside.
“Um, Roman?” The chill in the air seeps through my light sweater.
“You will be fine,” he mutters. He turns right, and we end up in front of a scrollwork wrought iron gate. He pushes it open, and we enter.
The stone walls and stairs look like rough limestone. His grip lightens as we begin to head down the dark stairs. The strip of light from above follows us down. This is what I think would be a pathway to Dracula’s coffin. I would find it in the room at the bottom of these stairs.
My nose smashes against his back as he comes to a sudden stop. Looking to the side, I see a blue and black keypad, and I watch as Roman types in some numbers.
A medieval fortress-like door stands before us. It has weathered wooden planks and massive, black iron hinges. It’s held up by old, uneven stonework.
There is a loud click and a deep, low wooden groan as the door moves to the side.
The scent of old oak and wine surrounds us as we enter.
The door closes behind us, and the lights are instantly turned on.
I look around in awe. Beautiful iron lanterns sway in the cellar as the door closes behind us.
The wine cellar looks like the French catacombs, but instead of skulls under the stone arches, there are wine bottles.
We walk deeper into the cellar, passing large oak barrels. As we move further down the cellar, there is a hint of musk like the scent of old books.
We stop at the center of the room, where a simple oak table and four chairs sit.
Roman drops my hand, and he begins to pace.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, reaching out to him.
He takes my hand and kisses the inside of my palm. Behind his glasses, his green eyes look darker. “I need you.”
I lean into him. “You have me.”
“Do I?” he asks. The question sounds loaded, but….
“Yes, you do.” With my hand still in his, I tip toe and press my lips against his mouth.
He moans as his hand grips my waist, bringing me closer to him. I can feel his erection hard between us as my back meets the wall.
I break the kiss, rubbing my hands down his ribbed black turtleneck, straight to his belt buckle.
“What are you doing?” he whispers hovering over my lips.
I smirk. “Making you mine.”
His pupils dilate, his nose flares as I loosen his belt and unzip his pants. He takes a deep breath as my hands reach down into his briefs. I enjoy the feel of him growing harder in my grip.
Slowly, I sink to my knees, my dress flaring around me.
I look up his as I pull his length free, tapping it slowly along my face.
Roman palm touches my cheek and then the top of my head.
Pow. I slap his hand away. “Don’t touch me. Place your hands on the wall.”
He licks his lips and braces his hand against the wall above my head, he bows his head
“You have such…” Kiss. “…a beautiful…” Kiss. “…veiny, dick.”
His cock jumps in my hand as I curl my finger around it.
Roman inhales. “Noelle.”
I smile up at him. “Beg for it.”
His eyes widen, then he squints. “Princess, please suck my cock.”
“What’s my name?” I ask, brushing a kiss over the head.
Roman licks his lips and swallows. “Noelle…please suck my cock.”
“Good boy.” I smirk, watching him blink when I say the words.
When my mouth finally covers the head, Roman’s knees buckle. I smile at the power that I hold.
My pace is slow, teasing his cock, skimming close to the back of my throat without quite taking him there.
His hips begin to move. “Open that pretty fucking mouth wider so I can fuck it.”
I obey his command, allowing him to rock his hips forward, still teasing his cock away from the back of my throat.
I look up at him and the shadow cast over his face tells me that he is enjoying it. A hiss escapes him as I drop my hands from his cock.
I take his hips and pull him flush to me, finally allowing his cock to slide the back of my throat. My eyes sting watering instantly. My throat burns, stretches… but I fucking love it.
“Fuck, you look so beautiful with my cock down your throat.” His hips flex.
I pull away, coughing lightly trying to catch breath.
“You okay, princess? Is this too much for you?” he teases.
I take his cock back into my mouth, sealing my lips around him. Creating a steady rhythm, while flexing the back of my throat as he moves.
My mouth waters, and everything is getting wet around me—including my pussy.
I reach down and shove my dress aside. With two fingers, I begin to massage my clit through my lace panties.
“Fuck. Are you playing your with pussy, Noelle? Getting it ready for me?”
I don’t know if it is the fact that proper Roman Voss has a nasty mouth or the weight of his cock filling my mouth, but I am dripping, and my thighs are shaking.
“I can fucking hear it. Keep playing with that fucking pussy, princess.” Roman trembles, his knees buckling slightly. “I am going fuck your pussy, and I am going to fucking stamp it and make it mine.”
ROMAN
I pull her up to her feet. If my knees buckle once more, I will come on her. She called me a good boy, and I felt a zap of electricity move up my spine.
Dragging her in for a kiss, I find that I enjoy the tastes of myself in her mouth.
“Put your hands on the wall and spread your legs,” I command.
Noelle turns and plants her hands to the wall. Without being asked, she tiptoes, allowing me better access.
With one hand, I bunch her dress over her waist. The light blue lace boy shorts stretching over her perfect brown ass, is doing something me.
“God, you’re so perfect,” I groan as my hand smooths over her ass one cheek, then slides down her crack to her slick entrance.
“You messed up your underwear, princess,” I whisper, teasing my fingers back and forth over her pussy.
“Roman,” she moans.
“I know, princess.” The sound of tearing fabric fills the room.
Her boy shorts fall to the stone floor. I dip my hips down, rubbing my cock over her entrance, feeling how wet she is.
She whimpers, pushing back into me. “Roman?”
I enter her in one swift thrust and everything goes quite.
Her moans penetrate my thoughts, as I begin a slow and steady rhythm. Bap…Bap…Bap.
She bends her head and throws her hips back. “Yes. I need more.”
“So do I, princess…so do I.” I begin to increase my speed.
The way her ass ripples as I pound into her, the moans coming from her…
“Shit, princess. You’re taking my fucking cock so well.” I hold her gently by the neck and hip. “Arch that fucking back for me, baby,” I plead.
She arches her beautiful neck stretching as her head presses against my chest. My hand closes around her throat.
“Fuck. Yes…Roman,” she hisses. A tear runs down her eye. “It’s so…”
Her breath hitches as my hand tightens around her throat.
A tremble comes her body, her eyes are locked on mine.
“You’re fucking mine, Noelle. Say it.”
“I…I am yours. Yes, just like that.”
My knees almost give. “Say it again.” I slam into her harder.
“I…I…Oh, fuck. Roman.” Her tongue stretches out.
“Let it out, baby…Give it to me.”