His grip on my throat tightened as he continued to piston into me. “You feel that?” he groaned, his hips crashing into mine with a raw urgency. “That’s what you’ve been missing, Sav. That’s what every other man could never give you.”
Words failed me. All I could do was moan, panting heavily, drool slipping down the glass. Every part of him filled me, thick and relentless, perfect in its intensity.
He reached around again, his fingers finding my clit, and it was like a dam breaking within me. I shattered, sobbing out his name, my legs trembling uncontrollably beneath me.
As the world tilted, my knees threatened to give way. But he was there, yanking me back up with a growl that sent shivers down my spine.
“Don’t you dare fall,” he murmured against my neck, his voice low and commanding. “You take it, Savannah. Every inch.”
“I am-I am, I-Roman, oh my God-“
Without warning, my orgasm crashed over me, tearing through my spine like a wild storm. My body convulsed, spasms rippling through me as my thighs quaked.
“Fuuuck,” he growled, feeling me tighten around him. “That’s it, that’s my girl.”
Just two more thrusts, and he was spilling inside me with a deep, guttural moan, collapsing forward, his lips trailing soft kisses along my shoulder, my back, my spine. His hand slipped from my throat, now gently caressing my jaw, turning my face toward his to seal this moment with a kiss.
And then-silence.
We were no longer playing a game. This was no longer about Dean. This was about Roman and me, crossing an unspoken line that threatened to unravel everything we had pretended to be.
I remained on all fours, my forehead pressed against the fogged window, too stunned to move. The reality of what had just transpired felt surreal, as if I were still caught in a dream.
He pulled out slowly, and I couldn’t help but whimper at the loss. For a fleeting moment, we were both still, our breaths filling the car, ragged and uneven, a reflection of the storm brewing within us.
His hand glided down my back, lingering on the curve of my ass. “You okay?” he murmured, his voice hoarse, tinged with concern.
I nodded, though the truth was far more complicated.
The rain continued to pour heavily outside, the windows soaked, mirroring the state of my thighs.
As I knelt there, my dress hiked up to my chest, heart racing, pulse pounding in my ears-I felt it.
The shift. Somewhere deep within me, I understood that we had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed.
I knew he felt it too.
His hand hovered near me, as if he longed to touch me again, but he didn’t. And I didn’t either. We both understood that this was no longer a game of pretend.
This wasn’t merely a hookup. This wasn’t a mistake.
This was everything we had sworn we wouldn’t do. Roman’s gaze lingered on me, as if I were the only thing anchoring him to reality. He seemed on the verge of saying something, but the words never came.
I closed my eyes, and the only thought echoing in my mind was:
I just slept with my best friend.
And nothing would ever be the same again…
The car enveloped us in an eerie silence, a stillness that felt almost surreal.
Outside, the rain continued to fall, its gentle patter now a soft whisper against the world beyond the glass. I pressed my palms against the cool surface, feeling the condensation bead beneath my fingertips. The remnants of our encounter clung to me; my dress was torn along the sides, and my panties lay in tatters, evidence of the chaos that had unfolded. Warmth trickled down my thighs, a reminder of him, thick and intimate. My skin still tingled where his lips had lingered, each breath brushing against my sensitive nipples like an electric tease. I could still sense his hands, strong and possessive, around my throat.
As I shifted my position, a wave of sensation washed over me, not painful but intense, as if every nerve ending had come alive. There was a hum within me, a resonance that vibrated through my entire being.
Roman reclined in the seat beside me, his chest rising and falling with a heavy rhythm, the weight of the moment hanging between us. My legs, now draped across his seat, felt both foreign and familiar. The fogged windows created a barrier, making it seem as though we existed in a world separate from reality, one that was entirely our own.
“Well,” he finally broke the silence, his voice rough and gravelly, “that happened.”
I turned to meet his gaze, and there it was-his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race. Words failed me; I was at a loss for what to say in that charged moment.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that I looked utterly disheveled. My lipstick had vanished, and my bob was a wild mess, likely reflecting the turmoil within. I felt wrecked, but not just physically; I was emotionally shattered, all because of him.
His eyes darkened again, and my breath hitched in my throat. It was as if he could peer into the depths of my thoughts without even trying, reading my confusion and fear like an open book.
We fell into another stretch of silence, the only sounds accompanying us were our breaths, the gentle ticking of the cooling engine, and the rhythmic patter of rain against the roof. I couldn’t meet his gaze without being reminded of how he felt-how he filled me completely, how I had clenched around him, how he had kissed me right after, as if I were everything he had ever wanted.
I swallowed hard, a lump forming in my throat.
“We should… probably go home,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath.
Roman nodded, but he made no move to start the car. I mirrored his stillness, a part of me reluctant to leave this moment behind.
The truth was, I still wanted him.
As foolish and as wrong as it felt, the desire surged within me. I yearned for him again; I craved his touch everywhere.
Roman must have sensed the shift in my demeanor.
“Sav,” he murmured softly, a rough edge to his tone. “Hey. You good?”
I straightened up slowly, my hands trembling as I tugged my dress back into place. “Yeah,” I lied again, the word tasting bitter on my tongue. “Just… dizzy.”
He let out a quiet laugh, a breathy sound that suggested he was unsure if laughter was appropriate in this moment. “Dizzy from vertigo or from how hard I just fucked you?”
I whipped my head around to glare at him, my cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and anger. His smirk faded almost instantly, and the moment hung between us, raw and vulnerable.
Our eyes locked, and in that instant, I felt a wave of fear wash over me.
I no longer felt sexy or wild or unstoppable. Instead, a sense of terror gripped me.
Because I was acutely aware of what we had just done. I had recklessly sacrificed the one good thing in my life for a night of wild passion.
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.