Chapter 24
brIAR
Roman’s eyes fill with lust as he bites his lip. “You sure, Squirt?”
I nod with a cheeky smile and put my lips back over the head of his dick.
He lets out that deep moan that makes my pussy so wet.
I hollow my cheeks and start taking him in deeply.
His hips buck lightly at first, with restraint, and it’s cute that he doesn’t want to hurt me.
But that doesn’t last more than a second before he’s forcing my head down over his dick and fucking my mouth ruthlessly.
I moan on his thickness, and it draws a groan from him as he pumps his dick so far down my throat that I can’t breathe.
He pulls out enough to give me a small breath before he’s fucking my throat again, his thrusts getting more erratic until he’s blowing his load and holding my head down until he’s done.
A few stray bucks of his hips make my core ache.
When he finally pulls out of my mouth, I’m gasping for breath and savoring the salty taste of his come.
He holds my jaw in his hand and tilts it so I have to look up at him. “That was the craziest shit I’ve ever experienced. Now it’s my turn.” He gets a wicked smile on his lips as he scoops me up and carries me into the room I’ve been staying in.
There’s only one candle in here, so it’s significantly darker. Roman’s movements are hasty, like he can’t wait to taste me, and that does something to me.
I wriggle out of my pants as he helps pull them off.
“Someone’s already soaking wet for me,” he teases as he pushes my legs up. “Hold them like this, Squirt. Don’t let go until you’re fucking vibrating for me.” Roman dots kisses down my leg until he gets to my pussy.
I inhale sharply as he drags his hot tongue through my slit and ends with his lips over my swollen clit. God, it’s so sensitive with my legs up like this.
My moans are loud and echo through the entire house as Roman flicks his tongue rapidly over my clit. I’m writhing and trying not to let go of my legs because it feels like I’m already going to climax.
“Oh my God,” I cry out as he pushes two fingers inside me and starts pumping them and hooking up toward my G-spot.
My hips are bouncing of their own accord, and I let out a scream as my orgasm finally hits.
I’m squirting all over his face, and he’s dipping down and lapping up my juices greedily.
I realize that he’s dry humping the edge of the bed, dick fully out and precum already getting on the sheets.
“Fuck, baby, that was so hot. You better come on my dick just as hard,” he says darkly with heat burning in his gaze. I can’t even muster up a response because I’m still reeling from my orgasm.
Roman chuckles as he kisses his way up my chest, lifting the shirt from over my head and kissing me deeply as he prods my entrance with his cock.
I smooth my hands down his broad chest, feeling all of the grooves in his muscles and the softness of his skin. He palms my breast and breaks our kiss, moving his lips across my neck and whispering filthy things between our moans.
This is starkly different from the last few times. This isn’t rushed, angry sex to get out our sexual tension. It’s sensual, beastly in the way that we taste one another and take our time discovering the scars on our bodies.
“Briar,” Roman moans as he bites the skin beneath my ear and pushes the head of his dick inside me. He spreads my core so perfectly, even though we’re wrong for each other, it’s as if we were crafted by the stars themselves to meet.
“You feel so good, Roman,” I murmur as I dot kisses on his shoulder. He growls and works his jaw against my neck as he thrusts himself all the way inside. I cry out and dig my nails into his back as he pumps his hips relentlessly.
He wraps me in his arms, holding me so close that our chests are pressed together as he fucks me.
“Briar,” he whispers again, and it makes my walls clench around him. He moans and starts thrusting harder.
“If you keep saying my name like that, I’m going to lose my mind,” I whimper beneath him.
Roman chuckles as he pulls out of me. I pout in protest, but he flips me on my side so that we are facing the horizontal mirror set above the dresser.
My naked body is on full display in the candlelight.
Bite marks and hickeys are all over my neck and chest. The lust-filled lull of my eyes and Roman’s starving gaze make my core ache to be filled again.
It’s not just an ache, I’m desperate for it.
“You’re telling me you haven’t lost it yet?
” Roman breathes against the nape of my neck as he moves up against my back so he’s lined up to my entrance.
He wraps an arm under my head and kneads my breast while he lifts my left leg up with the other.
“You will when you watch me break every last piece of you and become your utter undoing.”
I watch in the mirror as Roman’s huge cock enters me. He does it agonizingly slow so that it’s obvious how much he spreads me open. It’s entirely different watching it go in. I can hardly believe it fits.
Holy shit. This is the sexiest thing anyone’s ever done with me. I melt in his arms as he starts to work his dick into me and presses hot kisses to my neck. I let my head fall to the side and moan with each thrust that hits my cervix.
“You like when I fill you, don’t you, Squirt?” he murmurs against my jaw. I nod, drunk with lust.
“Yes.”
He buries his face into my hair as his thrusts get stronger. I watch as I come undone on him, hips vibrating as I come on his dick and soak the sheets.
Roman pumps into me as I’m squirting and goes deathly still, holding me as tightly as he can as his dick throbs deep in my pussy, his hot seed filling me to the brim.
“Oh fuck,” he groans as his hips buck lightly.
Then his entire body relaxes, and he lets out a long sigh.
“You’re so fucking amazing.” He chuckles and slowly withdraws from me.
I’m left lying in our mess and breathing hard.
“Come on.” Roman offers me his hand, and I let out a whine in protest. He rolls his eyes with a big smile as he dips down and picks me up in a cradled position. “Look at you, Squirt, living up to your name,” he teases, and I can’t help but laugh into his shoulder.
“It’s not like I try to do it.”
He carries me to the bathroom right down the hall and starts the shower. “You make it sound like it’s a bad thing.” His tone is light, but I can see the weariness in his eyes. I’m bone tired too.
The hot water hits my back, and I let out a relieved sigh. We shower quickly and with great reluctance, I’m able to resist Roman’s playful kisses. There’s no way in hell my pussy can take another ruthless pounding tonight.
We crawl into bed after changing the sheets. One look at the clock has me groaning. “We stayed up way too late,” I complain as I pull the comforter up to my chin.
I figure Roman is going to go right back to his cruel antics, but to my surprise he snuggles up and spoons me.
“Four a.m. isn’t so bad,” he murmurs sarcastically. He seems so at ease, if I wasn’t there myself, I wouldn’t believe what went down today in the cornfield. It puts a weight in my chest, how desensitized they are to the horror of their lives. In a way, I guess I am a little bit too.
My eyes are heavy and start to shut when Roman presses his forehead to my shoulder. “Hey, Squirt?” His soft whisper warms my skin.
“Yeah?”
“Do you care about us? About me?” His touch is gentle as he glides his hand soothingly over my hand.
My brows pinch. “Of course I do.”
“We need your help. I need your help.” His voice sounds pained, like he wouldn’t ask me unless he had no other choice. I worry my lip.
“My help?”
He nods against my neck. “That guy today that reacted to you? I think he’s our main target. We need to get him alone, and I think the best chance we have of getting him to come out again is if you reach out.”
Chills erupt over my skin at the thought of seeing Callum again. I swallow nervously. “I don’t know, Roman—”
“Please, Briar. We need you,” he pleads, rolling me to my back so he can stare down at me.
He’s so beautiful in the dim light, every angle of his face is etched in shadow.
“Please. I won’t force you to do it if you don’t want to, but you should know that Lieutenant Syxx doesn’t beg.
Not for anything, but I will if it’s you. ”
His eyes trace over my features, and damn it if my heart doesn’t flutter every time he’s this close. “You promise you won’t let him hurt me?” I whisper, and it sounds so pathetic.
Roman’s eyes soften, and he presses his forehead to mine. “I promise. I won’t let him touch you, Briar.”
I wish I believed him completely. But it’s enough. “Okay.”
His eyes light up and he sits up a bit. “You’re sure?”
I swallow. “Yeah.”
He kisses my cheek and nuzzles back beside me, holding me in his strong arms. It makes me feel like the most precious thing to him. Even if it’s a delusion, I entertain it for this moment, in the dark, early hours.
“He hurt you before,” Roman says in a low voice, yet it feels like a shout. It’s because he isn’t asking, he’s affirming. “He’s the ex that tried to kill you. What’s his name?”
That old wound twists in my heart and festers. I manage one small nod. “Callum.”
Roman brings his lips to my shoulder. “Can you tell me what happened? Why did he try to kill you?” His finger coasts over my new scar, where he’s already rewritten my past.
I smile sadly at the thought. “It’s the oldest story in the book, Roman. He betrayed me, and I was dumb enough to fall for it. I ended up buried because of it. I never really got an answer as to why.”
His mouth firms into a frown. “I’m sorry, Briar.”
“Me too.” My voice is so weak, I’m surprised he hears it.
“After this mission, I swear you’ll never see that motherfucker ever again.” I hope he’s right, and I never cross paths with Callum again.
“Will you kill him?”
Roman is quiet for a moment, as if he actually needs to contemplate it. “Yes.”
A small smile curves my lips.