ROME
Chapter thirty-one
“Is Mum okay?” Kilah asks quietly.
“Yeah, she’ll talk to Dad tonight.”
“What an asshole,” Indie scoffs, leaning into me.
I slide down further on the couch and wrap my arm around her shoulders, rubbing her arm. After speaking to Mum on the way to her car, we decided it was best the twins know. I can feel the shitstorm brewing.
I look over to Kilah, who’s hugging her legs, chin dropped to her knees. “I didn’t want either of you to be left in the dark about what’s happened, or that Mum confronting him about it could affect both of you.”
Kilah lifts her wet eyes to mine with a sombre smile. “Can we stay here for a little longer?”
“As long as you need, although Rain may barge in at any point. I never get much warning when he’s coming. I’ll keep him away as much as I can.”
Indie giggles against me. “I like him.”
“Same,” Kilah agrees.
I sigh. “Please don’t tell me he bought your approval with those bloody clothes.”
“He can’t buy our love,” Indie says, “but he’s funny.”
I arch a brow as she looks up at me. “That’s debatable.”
“It’s like he brings you out of your shell and you aren’t so focused on work all the time.”
“He also posted everything on Oliver's Instagram for me,” Kilah adds.
My mouth parts. “How did you know that?”
“You’re terrible with computers. I also heard you on the phone. I recognised his voice from the theatre.” She lifts her head with a disgusted look. “Also, gross, I don’t want to hear you say, ‘I need to come’ ever again.”
My cheeks heat. “You—you heard that?”
“I tried to ignore it, but it was obvious what he was doing. I could see his hand moving, Rome!”
“Okay, enough.” I stand, pointing a finger at her. “It never happened. We don’t talk about it. Agreed?”
“Agreed.”
“Bed,” I laugh.
They both jump up, kissing either of my cheeks before they giggle and whisper as they climb the stairs.
Please don’t tell me they heard what happened the other night.
I’m going to touch you however I want. His words flow into my ear, and I can feel his hot breath against my cheek and neck.
I’d thought it was weird at first that I crave his mouth pressing against my ear.
After researching it, I found I’m not the only one who enjoys it.
Apparently, it’s not directly linked to any sexual activity for me either.
When I woke yesterday morning with my back to his chest, I realised I’d subconsciously turned my head in the night, and my ear was pressed to his nose and mouth so I could hear him breathe.
It was a calming melody that had me changing my alarm to go off five minutes later so I could continue listening.
Little did I know, he’d set his own alarm so he could wake me up.
It blasted through the room and woke him, and I was too nervous to ask him to put his head back where it was for just a little longer.
I bite my lip to suppress my smile so the bastard doesn’t see that I’m excited at the feel of the mattress sinking behind me.
I’m supposed to be having space. I shouldn’t be happy he’s here.
Pain pricks my neck, and my eyes snap wide, my head immediately growing foggy and heavy. “R-Rain?” I panic, blinking hard, trying to straighten my blurring gaze and turn around.
A hand clasps over my mouth brutally, holding me against the mattress. My drooping eyes rim with tears when a cold and unfamiliar hand slides beneath my head to lift it.
The gloves are cotton… Rain’s are leather.
It’s not him.
My sisters are here.
Please! Please!
I scream in my mind, unable to produce the words in my numbing mouth.
Please don’t hurt them.
Why would anyone come after me? How the hell did they get into my house?
Kilah… Indie...
I fight to will my limp neck muscles to life, but my head flops, the pound of my heart echoing in the eerie silence as my lids fall closed, and I lose to whatever drug is currently pumping through my system.
The warmth of my breath spreads across my face, drawing fabric toward my mouth and momentarily suffocating me. I pry my eyes open, only to be met with darkness.
A steady rumble vibrates beneath my back, the uneven ground swaying me side to side. When I try to move my arms, it’s only then I realise they’re pulled above my head, metal is digging into my wrists, and I’m secured to something.
Breathe.
Closing my eyes, I draw a deep breath and shakily blow it out. Goosebumps stab my tight chest, spreading throughout my body as my awakening foot hits something. I’m sure the boot of a whatever car I’m in.
I’m tall. I wouldn’t fit in a boot? Unless…
I wriggle my fingers, feeling the handle I’m secured to, then my back, and realise I’m on a small incline.
The seats are down.
The rumble disappears, and I stare at the black fabric over my head, fighting the tremble of my body and the tightening of my lungs, trying not to fall into a panic.
Get it together, Rome.
Kylah. Indie. Where the hell are they?
I gasp quietly, trying to keep still when the chilling wind seeps in, forcing a shiver to run down spine. I whimper when the car rocks, and a large hand grasps my groin.
No, please, God, no.
Hot breath fans across my corded stomach, and I hiss as teeth clamp down, stretching the skin. A deep chuckle penetrates through the pounding in my ears. Recognising the depth and familiarity of it, my lungs burn with a sigh of relief.
“R-Rain?” I whisper, groaning when he bites my stomach again, sucking the skin into his mouth and leaving a throb in its wake. Air flows across the wet mark while he leaves another on my rib. My dick rushes with life as he rubs it, hard and slow, over the fabric of my sleep pants.
“Someone’s happy to see me,” he whispers.
“You’re a prick!”
He lifts the material, only exposing my mouth and nose, then tightens it again below my eyes.
I glare at the fabric. “Get off me.” His hand disappears, and weight settles on my groin, hot, minty breath flowing over my snarling lips. “You drugged me.”
“It’s a mild sedative,” he whispers humorously. “It won’t harm you, and it won’t show up in a drug test.”
I thrash beneath him. “Where’s Indie and Kilah?”
His nose grazes mine, and my heart skips. “Asleep in their beds.”
“Th-that wasn’t you who came into my room.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
“Who was it?”
“Blade.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “He owed me a favour.”
“You sent your brother in to kidnap me? The same one who wanted to kill me a few weeks ago?”
“Okay, yeah, not my finest move, but I knew he wouldn’t hurt you.”
“Where are we?”
He stays silent, and his face disappears from mine, his groin still weighing heavily against me. I gasp quietly when his bare skin presses to my chest, the warmth annoyingly comforting and something I’ve sought far too much recently.
“I said I wanted spa—”
I’m cut off by his lips claiming mine. His tongue slides into my mouth, making my dick twinge against his own, hard and ready. He groans, wrapping his hand around my throat and confiscating my air.
The cool breeze flows over my heated face as he pulls away.
“Does that feel good, baby?” he teases. I stop mid-thrust, realising I’ve been rubbing myself against him. The lustful heat is replaced by potent embarrassment. His fingers curl further around my neck, making me jerk in search of air. “I asked you a fucking question.”
“Ye-yes.” His body heat and weight disappear, and I turn my head toward the open boot door. “Can people see us?”
“You like that they could, don’t you?”
Shame rears its head, and I pant harder. “My tattoos. Rain, someone could—” I cut myself off when warm fabric lays across my chest to cover the identifying ink.
I flinch when rough fabric grazes the sides of my chest, a hand wrapping around my nape to lift my head.
“Suck,” he commands.
Nerves claw at my aching chest at the faint smell of his arousal. “I-I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Open your fucking mouth, or I’ll do it for you.”
I part my lips, and he guides the tip to coat them with his pre-cum, before slowly thrusting himself forward, forcing me to open wider.
Veins flow over my tongue as I wrap my stretched lips around him.
“Suck,” he demands. Instinctively, I hollow my cheeks and begin sucking. “Fuck yes, baby. Well done.”
A traitorous moan works its way up my throat as I continue sucking harder until my lungs burn, and I’m forced to push against his hand in search of air.
“Breathe through your nose,” he instructs. “I’m not deep enough that you can’t breathe.”
He retreats to the tip before thrusting in again.
I draw a deep breath through my nose, realising I can, in fact, breathe.
His taste coats my tongue, and just when I find a rhythm between breathing and sucking, his thrusts increase in brutality.
He hits the back of my throat, and I choke and jerk beneath him.
“Fuuuck yes,” he moans.
I choke repeatedly, receiving praises in return. My lungs scream in pain, forcing me to stretch my hand and tap the other. I gasp for air and cough when he pulls out, the cool breeze making me too aware of the saliva coating my lips and dripping down my chin to wet my neck.
“You sound so fucking good choking on my cock,” he compliments hoarsely.
“C-close the door,” I rasp when his body disappears again.
His fingers trail my waist, and another moan falls from my lips as they continue to my waistband to rip off my clothes.
“Rain,” I beg. “Please close the door.”
“No.”
“Pl-please.”
The night air disappears, and the closing of the door jolts through the car.
The nervous strain in my body only releases for a second before his hands grip my thighs, forcing my legs into the air. I try to shift, wanting to put them down and be rid of this vulnerable, uncomfortable position.
I fist my hands as his warm, flat tongue licks my ass. “Rain,” I protest.
His pleasured groan vibrates my body, forcing away the shame sitting heavy in my stomach. I suck in a harsh breath, hearing a bottle cap open.
Wet fingers slide over my ass.
Oh, shit.
“Breathe,” he orders.
“I top.”
“Not with me, you don’t. Breathe, baby, or it’ll hurt more.”
I’m tied up, blindfolded, and completely at his mercy.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t consumed by the thought of us fucking while I was alone in bed last night, but in my head, it was me on top.
I’m in no way surprised this is how reality has unfolded.
I’m too embarrassed to ask him to put his mouth back to my ear, let alone instigate sex in an unfamiliar environment.
It has me turned on yet consumed by nerves at the chance of someone watching through a window.
His finger applies more pressure, drawing my attention. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Just as I blow it out, his finger forces its way in. I groan and attempt to retreat, but his arm stretches across the back of my thighs, pinning me down as his wet finger slowly thrusts in and out.
“Breathe,” he repeats.
I take a deep breath, the uncomfortable sensation dissipating at the hand of pleasure. Just when I adjust, he slowly works in another, then another.
“Christ, Rain.”
“You need to be stretched—unless you want me to take this tight fucking ass right now. I’d advise against that and let me continue.”
I release my aching hands from their fists, trying to relax. His tongue slides up the underside of my dick, and a moan falls from my lips, my back arching.
“Mmm,” he hums, rubbing his finger against the spot again, and I groan. “Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”
The smell of my embarrassing amount of arousal permeates the air after more slow thrusts of his fingers. I clamp my mouth shut, forcing the moans to crash against my teeth. His fingers slowly pull back before ramming into me, and I throw my head back with a groan.
“Try to keep those beautiful noises from me again,” he warns, so I let my lips part and the moans escape with their full force. “That’s it, Rome.”
Once I’ve adjusted to his liking, his fingers slowly retreat. The chilled sensation returns, and when his arm disappears, when he disappears. I’m left drowning in shame at my current state, my thoughts back to feeling a presence beyond the window, staring straight into my depraved soul.
My muscles are taut when his heat returns above me and the tip of his dick slides against my flesh. I hadn’t rested my legs; they were still locked where he’d forced them, as if waiting for him.
Bloody hell.
The string loosens, and the bag slowly slides off my head. His hard features, half hidden in the shadows of the moonlight, come into focus, that devilish grin a lot more sadistic.
“You don’t move your eyes from mine. Understand?” I swallow thickly and nod. “Breathe.”
Instead of closing my eyes like I desperately want to, I keep them locked on his as I draw a deep breath and slowly blow it out, only to be invaded by him.
My face scrunches in pain and discomfort, the burn igniting. His, on the other hand, is a picture of ecstasy.
“Jesus—fuck, baby.” He thrusts in deeper. “Fuuuck! Keep breathing.”
I suck in a shaky breath as he pulls back and slowly thrusts in another inch. Pain and pleasure tangle with one another as I stare, completely stunned. His raw, hoarse moans flow past my lips into my ears, and I fucking groan.
“You’re doing so fucking good, Rome.”
I stay bound, staring through thin slits, the cuffs biting my wrists with each thrust. Right here, right now, I feel no shame, only immense pleasure forcing me to make sounds I never thought I could.
My whimpered groan dances with the loud sloshes and slapping of bodies. He lays harder against me, forcing my legs wider, the shadows on his face distorting through the fogging windows. The crease between his brows deepens, his sharp jaw dropping further as he continues his long, deep thrusts.
Rain Weston fucking is the picture of pure eroticism.
“Sh—shit,” I choke as the sensitive underside of my dick rubs against his hard body.
A warm hand wraps around my throat, and I press my ear harder to his mouth, the wildfire engulfing me as our rasp moans flow in tandem.
His hand releases my throat to snake down my chest and roll my nipple between his fingers.
Pleasure slithers beneath my skin as he takes my dick in his hand, stroking in rhythm with his thrusts. My eyes roll, and my back arches.
“Eyes,” he commands.
I flick them sideways, catching his pinned to me from the corner.
“You have three seconds to cover us both.” He orders.
My mouth falls open, and moans crackle in my throat as my body succumbs to his want.
“Rain,” I choke.
Ribbons of cum spill out as I convulse beneath him.
I fist my hands, pushing my head against his and relishing in the explosion ripping through me.
His head falls beside mine after he releases my dick, reaching back to grip my thigh, and rolling his hips against me.
His deep groan shakes the hot, heavy air, his body tightening and shuddering against mine as warmth spills inside me.
Jesus fucking Christ.