“Roman!” I struggled against him, but my body was already betraying me. The heat in my core flared, fueled by the way he held me-tight, commanding, utterly overwhelming.
His breath was hot against my ear, a heady mix of passion and intensity. I could smell him-sweat, heat, and that unmistakable scent that was purely Roman. My body betrayed me once more, responding to him in ways I couldn’t control.
His hand came down on my backside-firm, sharp. A jolt of surprise and sensation shot through me. I gasped, my body reacting against my will.
“Roman!” I exclaimed, still struggling, but even I could hear the thread of desire woven through my voice.
“Careful,” he murmured, his voice a blend of velvet and fire. “You’re the one who started this.”
“Let me go!” I protested, my voice a mix of indignation and something else entirely.
He leaned in closer, his mouth brushing against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Congrats, bestie,” he whispered, his tone dripping with mischief. “You’ve successfully turned me on.”
“Get off me!” I yelled, thrashing around on the bed like a wild animal caught in a trap, desperation coursing through my veins.
“Not a chance, Sav,” he replied, his grip unwavering as he held me down. “Not when you’ve officially become a threat to my lineage.” His voice was steady, but I could hear the underlying tension.
“You betrayed me!” My voice was raw, a mix of anger and hurt spilling out.
“I already told you, I was protecting you,” he said, his tone calmer this time, as if he was trying to soothe a raging storm. “Because if you knew what he had-what I saw-you’d never look me in the eye again.”
“What?!” My heart raced, pounding against my ribcage like a frantic bird desperate to escape.
What could he possibly have on Roman? The question echoed in my mind, a haunting specter I couldn’t shake off.
“When the time comes, you’ll find out,” he said cryptically, as if he could read the turmoil swirling in my thoughts.
“Why won’t you be open with me?!” I kicked my feet in frustration, the bed creaking beneath our weight.
He pressed down harder, his body a solid wall against mine, the heat radiating from him igniting something deep within me. I could feel his rigid length pressing against me, an unwelcome reminder of the tension crackling in the air.
“Roman, stop… I’m being serious. Don’t try to distract me,” I managed to say, my breath hitching at the end, betraying my resolve.
“You started this,” he murmured into my ear, his voice low and sultry, sending shivers down my spine.
“Let me go,” I protested, my voice a breathless whisper, laced with a hint of vulnerability.
“Say please,” he commanded, a playful challenge dancing in his tone.
“Roman-“
“Say it.”
With another swift smack, my breath caught in my throat, the sound echoing in the charged atmosphere.
“Never!” I spat defiantly, though my heart raced in response to his playful dominance.
He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a thrill through me, and eased off my back just enough to let me breathe, but not enough to escape.
Every hair on my body stood on end when I heard him fumbling behind me, the sound of his belt sliding through the loops of his jeans sending a jolt of anticipation through me.
“Roman-” I started, breathless and confused. “What are you doing?”
He didn’t respond with words; instead, I heard the unmistakable tug of his belt, the soft sound filling the room with a tension that made my core tighten instinctively.
My heart raced as he grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back. The cool leather of the belt brushed against my skin, warming quickly, sending jolts of sensation racing through me. My pulse quickened in response, betraying the fury that simmered within.
“Keep them there,” he murmured, the command laced with an intoxicating mix of authority and desire.
When I hesitated, he deftly looped the belt around my wrists, fastening it snugly but safely-not too tight, yet firm enough to remind me of who was in control.
“Roman-” I whispered again, though my voice lacked the strength of protest.
“Shh,” he hushed, his breath warm against my jawline. “I want to hear you beg without losing a valuable body part.”
In one swift motion, he spun me around, laying me on my back, my bound wrists now above my head. I swallowed hard, my arms straining against the belt, the thrill of submission mingling with my anger.
“Now, we’ll talk. About the weasel. About earlier. Now I’m sure my dick is safe from you.” He smirked, a gleam of mischief in his eyes.
I glared at him, but even I could feel the heat pooling between my legs, betraying my resolve.
“Don’t forget I’ve still got knees, silly,” I hissed, trying to maintain some semblance of defiance.
“Which you won’t be using, love,” he replied, his smile widening, a predator enjoying the chase.
I pulled against the belt’s hold, frustration bubbling to the surface. “I hope you know this counts as harassment?”
He feigned shock, putting a hand to his chest. “Really? I seem to have mistaken it for role-play.”
“Quit the games and tell me the truth, Roman! I know you’re hiding something from me.” My voice was laced with urgency, desperation clawing at my insides.
He stroked his chin thoughtfully, squinting his striking green eyes at me. “Games? I don’t see us playing any games, love.” He shrugged innocently, a facade that only fueled my anger.
I shot daggers at him with my glare, exasperation bubbling to the surface.
“As if I’d agree to that,” I scoffed. “You’re just going to throw me down a rabbit hole.”
“Of course not. Why would I do that? Games are always efficient in fishing out information,” he replied, his tone teasing yet serious.
I narrowed my eyes at him, unwilling to let him off the hook so easily.
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.