“Are you ever going to give me a warning before you throw me around like some rag doll?” she grumbled, her voice laced with playful indignation.
A low, amused chuckle escaped my lips. “That’s a charming question… but the answer is still no.”
Her eyes widened in surprise, sparkling with a mix of disbelief and challenge. “No, no, no. That wasn’t my actual question, Roman.”
I raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “Well, it sounded like a question to me. And I gave you an honest answer.”
“You tricked me!” she protested, her pout deepening, which only made my smirk widen.
“I merely stated the truth,” I replied, enjoying the playful banter. “Now, it’s my turn to ask.”
Her expression shifted, eyes narrowing slightly, but she remained silent, clearly intrigued.
“What did Chloe do at the hospital?” I inquired, leaning back slightly, curious to see her reaction.
Her brows knit together in thought. “Chloe? She… was filming herself in Emily’s room.”
A grin broke across my face. “Bingo, baby.”
Her smile blossomed, and she executed that ridiculously adorable little victory wiggle that had a way of piercing straight through my defenses. “Yes!”
“Now, ask away,” I encouraged, eager to see where this would lead.
Without a moment’s hesitation, she dove in. “Why don’t you want children? Or to settle down? I’m still curious about that.”
The question caught me off guard, jolting me from my casual demeanor. I had anticipated something more along the lines of family dynamics or perhaps Chloe’s antics. Not this. I realized, perhaps too late, that I shouldn’t have opened that door with her.
I kept my expression neutral. “Babies cry. They get sick all the time. They’re… just too much work. They can even pull husbands and wives apart… sometimes.” I lied, knowing that my words were far from the entire truth.
Her gaze was piercing, cutting through my facade like a knife. “Why don’t I believe you?”
“Now that’s another question. You’re breaking the rules,” I countered, trying to deflect.
“You lied. I want my payment,” she insisted, her voice firm, eyes glinting with determination.
“And how do you know that?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“Because you just described me with that… And last time I checked, you’re still keeping up with my annoying self even though I cry and I’m too much work.”
I was taken aback. She didn’t realize it, but that sentence had sharp edges, cutting deeper than she might have intended.
I clapped my hands together in mock celebration. “Great thinking, Sav. You’re one smart cookie.” I couldn’t help but smile at her.
“Now it’s time for my payment,” she reminded me, her tone teasing yet serious.
My smirk was instinctive. “What currency are we talking about?”
“A touch,” she replied, her voice low and sultry.
“Where?” I asked, my heart racing as her gaze dropped to my pants. I could see the flicker of mischief in her eyes as her tongue slowly traced her bottom lip, igniting a thrill within me.
I knew exactly what she wanted.
“Undo your jeans,” she commanded, her voice steady, filled with a daring confidence.
I hesitated for just a heartbeat-one fleeting moment-before I slid the zipper down. The metallic sound echoed in the quiet room, amplifying the tension between us.
She leaned in closer, her wrists still bound, her breath warm against my jaw. “You like playing games, Roman?”
My voice came out gravelly, thick with desire. “Only with you.”
Her fingers brushed over the thick outline of my cock through the denim, barely a touch, just enough to make me hiss in response.
And then she smiled, a triumphant grin that suggested she knew she had the upper hand.
Her fingers lingered, teasingly, as if testing the waters of control without fully committing to it.
“You’re distracting me,” I murmured, my focus wavering under the weight of her touch.
“That’s the point,” she replied, her tone playful yet filled with intent.
“You think you’ve got leverage?” I challenged, my heart racing.
She tilted her head, a sly smile dancing on her lips. “I’ve got you unzipped. That’s leverage.”
“Cute,” I said, catching her chin between my fingers, forcing her gaze back to mine. “But you’re forgetting something, Sav. The game is still mine.”
Before she could react, her panties hit the floor, and her legs instinctively parted in surprise.
Her breath caught in her throat. “Roman-“
“Shhh.” I pressed my mouth between her thighs, moving deliberately slow, savoring every moment until her hips trembled against me. This wasn’t just a kiss; it was meant to steal her thoughts entirely.
Her fingers curled into the sheets, gripping tightly. “That’s… that’s cheating.”
“No, it’s not. I asked a question, and you answered incorrectly.” I smirked, relishing the moment. “Having me unzipped doesn’t equate to leverage. You should know better.”
Her eyes widened as the realization hit her. “Roman, you cunning little-“
I laughed, the sound rich with satisfaction. “Don’t forget, you’re supposed to be playing detective. So far, you’ve done a terrible job at piecing the clues together.”
“It’s deceptive,” she grumbled, pushing against the bindings on her wrists, frustration mingling with desire.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.