A dark and dangerous growl ripped from my chest, my jealousy bleeding into possession.
She was never his. Never anyone else’s.
Only mine.
My fingers fisted in her hair, pulling her head back, forcing her to meet my fevered, burning gaze.
“You let him touch you?” My voice was a low snarl, my breath ragged, my thrusts turning ruthless.
Her lips parted, a moan escaping as her body tightened around me.
“No one but you,” she gasped. “Only you, Roman. Always you.”
Fuck.
I tilted her head further, baring her throat to me, and sank my teeth into her skin, biting, marking, branding her mine.
She moaned loud, her back arching, her fingers dragging down my back, my arms, my ass—clinging, pulling, needing.
Her scent was everywhere, her slick heat clenching around me, pulling me deeper, dragging me closer to the edge.
I pounded into her, my rhythm matching the wild, pulsing drums below, the sound of depravity and debauchery vibrating through the floorboards.
But no one downstairs or in the world could match the frenzied, intoxicating intensity of what was happening here.
Us.
This wasn’t just fucking—this was war.
This was conquest.
My hands slid to her wrists, lacing my fingers with hers, pinning them above her head, my weight pressing her into the floor, forcing her to take me, all of me.
My mouth crashed onto hers, claiming her in a kiss so deep, so filthy, she whimpered against my lips, her body trembling with need, with surrender.
“Mine, mine, mine,” I whispered into her mouth, my tongue licking inside, my hips driving deeper, grinding against that perfect spot that made her fall apart.
She gasped, shuddered, and moaned, her body helpless to resist me.
I pulled back, my eyes wild, my chest heaving.
“Oh, God, Olivia—fuck—I can’t last much longer.”
“Come inside me, Roman,” she commanded, her legs locking around my waist, dragging me even deeper.
Her sharp nails raked down my back, the sting mixing with pleasure, heightening my need, my desperation.
My cock throbbed inside her, her body milking me, teasing me toward the brink of no return.
She was so close, her body tightening, her breath coming faster, shallower.
Her eyes met mine, glazed with lust, with love, with utter surrender.
“Who do you belong to?” I roared, slamming into her, forcing her to feel every inch of my claim.
Her head fell back, her lips parted in a cry of pleasure, her body clamping around me, gripping, milking, owning me as much as I owned her.
“To YOU—only to you!” she gasped.
