CHAPTER 6 ROMAN
ROMAN
Rage hits me like a rupture in my chest at the thought of my little one's lips on him. It’s hot and sudden and so uncontrollable I have no idea what to do with it. It’s always like this with her. It drives me insane.
Why? Why does she evoke so much emotion out of me when others can barely get a blip?
I feel my chest tighten as my pulse roars in my ears until everything but her nearly dying and her lips on his is all I can see.
I want to destroy it all. Her breath hitches as I step further into her space and the air between us snaps tight.
I am done pussy footing around whatever this is between us.
I grab her neck tighter as I pull her into me.
When our mouths meet, it is not tentative, but it is like a spark finally being fed fuel.
Her lips are soft, warmer than I expected but everything I dreamed of and more.
Fae’s sinful mouth parts for me like she has been waiting all this time and I deepen the kiss as another unfamiliar feeling ignites in my chest.
“Jesus fucking Christ Tinkerbell,” I growl into her mouth.
Fae moans, as my free hand moves to her waist and up the curve of her back, memorising her devilish body through the scraps of fabric.
She fits against me perfectly; every brush of her body sends fireworks through mine.
Pulling back, I break the kiss, watching with fascination as her eyes get heavy with arousal and need.
Her breathing has become laboured and I make a promise to myself to hear that everyday as I tilt her head and move my free hand to the front of her throat and slightly squeeze. Fae wets her lips as she moves her delicate palm to hold my wrist.
“That was stupid Tink, reckless and dangerous and fucking, so so stupid.”
I wonder what she is seeing when she looks at me right now, I feel slightly unhinged. It doesn’t stop me from adding more pressure to her throat though.
“Roman” she cries out with a full body shudder.
“No.” I growl “never again Fae, never again are you to put your life in danger or your lips on another man do you understand me?”
Her eyes become droopy as the oxygen to her brain slowly disappears and I watch with sick fascination at how relaxed she is in my palms, like she somehow knows she can trust her life with me.
Releasing the pressure, I keep my hand cuffed around her throat and she takes in a sharp aggressive breath. Those defiant eyes that I have watched for years come back as she tries to step out of my hold.
“You’re not the fucking boss of me Roman.” She snaps.
“Wrong answer, little one.” I taunt with a small smile on my face.
Releasing her throat, I spin her around hard enough that her back falls into my chest. Her hands instinctively go to the porcelain sink pushing her juicy apple bottom further into my cock and she gasps with a wide eye look as she feels how hard I am for her.
I smirk at her reflection in the mirror. The glass reflects everything I am thinking and nothing I am willing to say out loud – my eyes have glazed over like hers, like a monster, trying to break free from my very soul and her breathing becomes erratic as she takes in the scene in front of her.
Ripping my belt off, I pull her hands from the sink and behind her back. Wrapping it tightly, I secure the belt until there is a pinch of pain and she hisses in a breath. With her arms immobile and her body sandwiched between me and the sink she has nowhere to go.
My fingers slide up her arms in an unhurried motion, which is a direct contrast to how I feel on the inside. I want to rip her dress of and live inside her as I bite my lip and thrust my trousered covered cock into the globes of her arse.
My cock is already leaking, desperate to get inside her but I can’t think about the embarrassment as I push her hair from her shoulder, my favourite thing to do, and lean down over her using my height to my advantage.
“You aren’t going anywhere.” I tell her quietly, my lips brushing against her ear “not until I am done with you.”
Fae moans, pressing her body against mine as I tightened my grip on her hips, grinding on her as she squirms restlessly.
“Easy…” I murmur. “I have you.”
My lips brush her shoulder, then her neck, before I lose myself to the sensation of her skin and the goose-pimples that explode under my tongue. Her eyelids flutter close and I try and take a deep breath to centre myself.
“Open your eyes.” I growl and like the good girl I knew she would be, she obeys.
“Look how good you are like this Tink, open, waiting and all mine.”
I pull up her dress so that her arse is exposed. And her skin breaks out in even more goose-pimples with every touch I provide. She is wearing a sinful thong, deep blue to match her dress and my mouth salivates at the thought of taking a bite.
My hand comes down in a sharp slap, the sound cracking through the tiled room. She gasps, arching instinctively and I catch her reflection as it happens, the flush, the fire in her eyes, the way she doesn’t look away. Something feral snarls in my chest at that.
“That’s it, beautiful.” I say low and reverend “take it, you wear it beautifully.”
“Fuck Ro,” she moans breathing in deep.
I slap her arse again, this time watching in fascination at the recoil of her delicious plump cheeks.
Jesus fucking Christ.
She is going to be the death of me.
Without thought, I drop down on the bathroom floor. Pressing my nose deep into her covered pussy. I inhale the sweet nectar and growl as she squirms to try and move away. Cracking my hand back down onto her cheek, harder than before, she squeals.
“Don’t fucking move little one; I’ve waited a long time to do this.”
“W…what?” She mumbles, relaxing her neck so her head hangs low.
“Stay still,” I tap her thigh, forcing her legs to go further apart.
Reaching into my suit pocket, I pull out my pocketknife.
Using the flat edge of the blade, I slowly run it up from her knees to her pussy.
Her breathing still coming out in short sharp pants, but her body is frozen like I asked it to be.
Placing the knife slowly into her underwear, I rub it against her clit and then twist it so that the sharp blade is facing towards me and tear through the fabric, so it opens for my feast.
“Delicious,” I murmur as I finally get to see her hot tight pink pussy on display.
Her arousal is already leaking out of her slit and I waste no time to lick it up. A deep hearted groan comes from me, as her sweet flavour bursts on my tongue.
“Fuck,” Fae cries jolting forward.
One of my hands grips her hip to keep her steady as my other rubs a figure of eight on her clit. I feast on her like a starving man because that is exactly what I have been.
Three long, agonising years, I have fantasied, dreamed, and hoped this day would come.
She doesn’t know it yet, but I will never let her go.
Moving my finger from her clit, I shove two fingers inside her tight pussy aggressively as she screams. Using my teeth I nibble her clit and go back to sucking, biting, and licking any part of her I can touch whilst my fingers fuck her, the sound of her arousal mixes with her moans, heightening the intensity I feel in my chest.
“Oh…oh...” she groans “please…right there.”
I feel her pussy tightening around my fingers and I pull back. She screams in protest, trying to turn her body around but I am too quick. Pushing my trousers and my pants down, I stand up and grab my thick cock. It feels heavenly as the tip of my dick touches her pussy…
“Roman!” Fae cries and I gently push my large cock further, trying to breach her tight cunt.
“ROMAN STOP!”
The panic in her voice makes me pull back quickly and I stare at her reflection in the mirror.
“What’s wrong?” I demand
“I’ve never…” she looks away and I frown.
“You’ve never…” I pant trying to calm down.
“I’ve never chosen to fuck someone Ro and I’m not choosing to do it in the bathroom for the first time either.”
Fae’s breath hitches as a frown pulls at my face. The words repeat in my head until I finally understand what she means… I knew she wasn’t a virgin. It’s no secret what the Swallows are forced to do for The Company, I just never stopped to think about what forced actually looked like.
Jesus fucking Christ. I’m a prick.
I undo the belt that still has her folded over as quickly as I can, straightening her clothes and massaging each wrist as they come free. My dick hasn’t caught up with what she’s just said and I try to tuck it away before she really sees me as a monster.
How have I waited this long just to fuck it up in ten minutes?
“I’m sorry, Tink. I don’t know what came over me…”
“Do not look at me like that!” she snaps, spinning and pointing her finger in my face. “I don’t need your pity!”
“I—”
I pause, trying to get my bearings. What I want to say is that I am in love with her, that the thought of any man touching her makes something violent and unrecognisable take hold of me. That I lost control. But I don’t think a declaration of love is the best option right now.
Instead, I settle on another truth that I can give her.
“I don’t pity you. I’m annoyed at myself. I’ve waited a long time and somehow I still couldn’t control myself.” I shake my head as my jaw tightens.
“Wait, what?”
Her expression shifts, like something’s caught her off guard and it takes all of my willpower not to pull her back into me and hold her close at the vulnerability in her eyes.
“You’ve waited?” she repeats as her brows pull together slightly. “For me?”
I exhale sharply, dragging a hand through my hair, already irritated at how badly I’m explaining this.
“Yes. For you. For this.” I gesture between us, frustrated.
Her lips part slightly, but it’s not anger that hits me this time. It’s disbelief.
“What? You waited to bend me over a sink in a public bathroom?”
I wince but I don’t look away and I swear I can see a slight bit of amusement in her eyes.
“No. I saw you kiss him,” I admit quietly. “And then I nearly saw you die and something just… snapped. I wasn’t thinking about where we were. I wasn’t thinking at all.”
“That doesn’t make it okay,” she says, but it’s quieter now.
“I know that,” I bite out and try to step towards her, but she holds her hand up to stop me.
“Wait,” she snaps again, “your body being close to me confuses me. Stay back for a second.”
“Really?” I ask as my heart skips a beat. I have known she’s desired me but to hear it out loud fuels the need to claim her as mine forever.
“You don’t get it,” she sighs, shaking her head. “I didn’t say stop because I don’t want you…I said stop because I didn’t want… that,” she gestures vaguely around us. “Not like that. Or rushed. Or because you lost your mind for five minutes.”
My heart pounds as I lick my lips and drag in a breath. Taking a big step back for real this time and forcing the space between us before I do something else, I can’t take back.
“I’m sorry. That’s not how it is supposed to be with you,” I say firmly.
“Then what is it supposed to be like?” Her gaze flicks up to mine.
I hold her gaze, something hot and certain settling into place between us as I offer my hand to her and she takes it with a roll of her eyes.
“When you’re ready, I’ll show you how it is supposed to be.”
And with that, I pull her out and head back to the ballroom. All I know now, is if I want her to want me, I will have to let her lead.