11. Lucas
ELEVEN
Lucas
Roman locks the door behind us. The bedroom is very dark because Sasha cut the power when the DiMaggios showed up.
Roman carries me to the bed. I let go of him because I expect him to get in the bed with me, but he doesn’t. He walks around the foot of it to the sliding glass door and looks out. Then he walks into the dark closet. Next it’s the bathroom.
He returns to the sliding glass door, unlocks it, and steps out to look around. He comes back in and locks it again.
“Roman,” I say.
He ignores me and paces back across the room toward the bathroom, then toward me.
He goes to the sliding door, looks out, then walks away again, all but vanishing into the darkness of the room.
He’s making harsh sounds. His hands, when he’s visible to me, are fisted at his sides.
I haven’t seen him like this since our captivity, and I think that’s where his mind is, at least partially.
I didn’t see the fight, but I could hear some of it, even from the roof. I’m sure it was ugly. I know what Roman’s capable of. Besides, from the roof, I saw him arrive, how fast he was driving, how panicked he was.
I also saw how he was moving toward Vitali in the sitting room. It was dark, but Roman should have known Vitali’s voice. Thank god he knew mine.
Thank god Sasha and I had already come down from the fortified platform build into the roof.
I’d been up there several times already with Quinn, running through security protocols.
I knew what to do, and I knew how to get to each of the ladders if need be.
But Roman arrived, then Vitali and Quinn, and all Sasha and I had to do was wait for Quinn’s all-clear.
I’m glad Quinn knew not to keep me away from Roman, and I’m glad that Roman is too worried about protecting me to leave this room. I need him to stay with me. I need him to be with me.
I get out of the bed and put myself in his path. He growls at me and scoops me up. He drops me right back in the bed and goes to check the glass door again.
I slide out of the bed and wait for him to turn.
He lets out a harsh sound and grabs me again.
This time, I resist, pushing back at him.
He wrestles me onto the bed. I’m face down but struggling because he does not get to keep ignoring me.
His hand cracks against my ass. I let out a sharp cry at the sting. It’s accompanied by a surge of arousal.
At moments like this, I know there’s a dark part of me that needs this dark part of him.
So I fight him, just enough to make him yank down my sweats and slap me again. I yelp at the sting as my cock stiffens. Roman reaches between my legs and grabs it.
I cry out, half in pleasure, half in fear. But he doesn’t hurt me. He just takes control of me. But only for a second. He lets go with a furious grunt. He stalks off, leaving me trembling and aroused.
I push off my pants, along with my shoes. I curl up on my side and watch Roman’s dark form stalk across the room.
“Come here,” I call to him, but he just grunts and goes to check the bathroom again.
I get out the lube. I know I’m only a vague form on the bed, but there’s enough moonlight coming through the glass door that he knows what I’m doing. And the sound of lube is unmistakable.
It brings Roman back to me. He leans over me on the bed, hands planted by my shoulders, his body caging me. He lets out a low growl. He’s angry with me.
I keep working my fingers in my ass. I can’t get very deep. I need more. I need him .
But he needs me too. I know he does. I know him when he’s like this.
He scoops me up off the bed again. I yelp, surprised, and end up with my arms around his neck. My legs hook his waist.
He carries me over to the wall beside the sliding glass door. He’s very concerned about that door. He holds me against the wall where he can see out. Then he reaches below me and opens his pants. I gasp when his stiff cock brushes my ass. He lowers me onto it.
I gasp at the stretch and intrusion. I tuck my face against his neck as he penetrates me.
I sink until I’m flush against him, his cock buried deep.
He’s breathing hard, still angry, but he gives me a moment to adjust. Then he pushes me hard against the wall and starts fucking me.
I just keep my face buried against him and give myself to every hard thrust and every bestial sound, the weight and heat of him, his power and dominance, his absolute possession.
There’s no way for me to not come like this, so I don’t try to stop it from happening. I just let myself tighten and thrash and ejaculate all over both of us. I know Roman’s not even close, so I just ride it out, moaning as he keeps fucking me.
My cock is still partially hard. I know I’ll come again.
My body was never like this before Roman. He unlocked something in me.
I cling to him as my body responds to his fucking.
It’s so much. It’s so good. His face is pressing against mine.
His fingers are digging into me. I moan at each deep thrust. Roman is grunting now, rutting as much as fucking, then his hips snap upward, burying himself deep as he shouts.
I cry out and start coming again as his cock kicks inside me.
God, I love when he comes. I love the way his powerful body strains. I love the way I can feel him pulsing and releasing inside me.
I ride the last waves of bliss then float down, settling back in my body, settling against him. Roman continues holding me against the wall, his cock still buried deep.
His breathing slowly quiets. Then he lifts me away from the wall and carries me around the bed to the foot of it, so he can still see the glass door.
He lays me on my back and pulls out of me.
His fingers go to my hole, checking that his cum is still inside me.
Then he soothes my ass where he spanked me.
He’s calming down. So am I.
Roman tugs at my t-shirt, which has cum on it.
I sit up and let him pull it off me. He drops it on the floor then strips off his own shirt.
He glances at the sliding glass door again then bends to remove his boots and pants.
I want to touch him, but I don’t let myself.
He may be calming down, but I don’t think he’s ready for that.
When he straightens, he grabs me up off the bed and carries me around to the side.
He pulls back the covers and lays me down in the middle.
Then he stalks off to make another circuit of the room.
Finally, he gets into the bed with me, where he pulls me into the crook of his body, my ass against his groin.
His cock is hard again, and he pushes it between my thighs. It has him pressing into my balls. It doesn’t take long for me to harden again.
His hand drifts down to my cock. He rumbles against the back of my neck then draws his hips back.
His hand leaves my cock briefly as he lines his cock up with my hole and pushes inside.
At the same time, his teeth clamp gently on the side of my neck and he reaches around to grip my dick again.
I shudder and gasp at the onslaught of sensation and the total ownership he takes of my body.
But he just stays like that and doesn’t move.
My shudders worsen. I squirm in his hold, on his cock, in his hand. I need him to fuck me. He growls at me to be still, but I can’t. I whine. I writhe in the confinement. I’m beyond thought, and I never feel shame with him.
He gives me what I need, as I knew he would. His other hand closes on my throat, and he starts fucking me.
My body is fully under his control. He makes me come, straining and clenching on him. He rests inside me then starts again. I don’t know how many times I come. I stop ejaculating, but I feel the shuddering waves of orgasm through the hazy space of my mind. I lose myself.
When he comes, straining inside me, I shudder against him and fade away. I drift in and out of consciousness. Roman fucks me repeatedly as the darkness shifts outside the glass door. I rouse again and again to feel him inside me.
Finally, as daylight softens the room, he relaxes.
***
I wake with the sun in my eyes and Roman still holding me. I put my hand over his and start stroking with my thumb. He takes a deep breath behind me. He’s awake. Maybe he has been this whole time.
When he starts to disentangle himself from me, I start to push myself up, but he growls softly. I settle and let him get up. He slides out of the bed and goes into the bathroom. I hear the water run, then he comes back with two towels, one damp and one dry.
I gasp and sit up when I get my first look at his torso in the daylight. “Oh my god, Roman.”
There are multiple circular bruises on his chest and abdomen. They’re dark purple. They look really, really bad.
Roman doesn’t respond to my exclamation.
He just gets back on the bed and pushes my shoulder until I lie down on my back.
He settles between my legs and starts cleaning the traces of cum from my stomach and chest. I try to relax and let him work, but I can’t stop staring at the bruises.
At least they’re just bruises, but fuck.
Roman cleans my cock. He’s gentle, but he won’t meet my eyes.
He’s controlled, but he’s upset. He parts my cheeks to clean my hole.
In some ways, the care is more intimate than sex, but it’s one-sided.
It’s him touching me. He doesn’t want me to touch him, I can tell.
Maybe that’s why the tears well in my eyes.
Or maybe it’s because he hasn’t said a word and I don’t know how far back he’s gone in his mind.
He notices quickly. I can see the torment in his eyes, but he’s still only sort of looking at me. He does, however, pull me up. That’s enough permission for me, and I launch myself into his arms. I cling to him. He holds onto me too, but he’s not relaxed.
We need to talk, but I don’t know how to begin.
I pet his hair, like he so often pets mine. I whisper, “I know you’re trying to come back to me.”
A harsh breath stutters into him. He presses his face into the crook of my neck.
“It’s okay,” I say softly. “It’s okay.”
His chest starts heaving against me. His arms are tight around me now. I keep petting his hair as shudders start going through him. It takes a long time for them to pass.
When his body finally relaxes, I ask, “Can we shower?”
I don’t know if he’s ready. He brought the towels and cleaned me up because he didn’t want me to leave the bed, but I think we need to move forward a little. I know how he can get stuck like this.
Roman takes a deep breath, then he gets up off the bed, pulling me with him. We walk into the bathroom, where he goes to turn on the shower.
He still won’t look at me .
He never does, not all through the shower. He doesn’t want me to touch him either. He doesn’t forbid it, but I can tell.
He still hasn’t said a word.
After we’re done and have gotten dressed in clean clothes, I tell him that I’m hungry. He nods. He indicates for me to stay, but I start walking with him to the door. He stops. He puts his hand out as though to hold me back, but I just take his hand in mine.
“We’re not doing that again,” I tell him. I don’t want to regress all the way back to our first days here when he wouldn’t let me leave this room. “Please, Roman.”
He takes a deep breath. Then he opens the door and leads me out.