As much as I’d never admit it to anyone, I knew deep down that my body was gradually getting familiar with his touch. And maybe that was why I’d never been able to say no to him.
He was good at making me feel like a woman, even though he’d been rough with me on both accounts. His kisses, his caresses, and his thrusts weren’t gentle at all—they felt more like punishment and reckless branding than lovemaking.
Yet, I enjoyed every second of it and even yearned for more. I never thought that rough, violent sex was something I’d ever enjoy, let alone look forward to experiencing multiple times.
But here I was, fantasizing about him hitting me hard again and again. I recalled the way he trapped my hands over my head the last time we were together. The feeling that came with my inability to respond the way I would’ve wanted was ecstatic.
I wanted to experience it again: his dominance and my submission. Maybe this was a sign that I was into bondage sex and that it had always been one of my darkest fantasies.
Just thinking about it right now was already making me wet for him. I felt a tingling sensation down my tunnel, and my thighs reflexively brushed against each other. My heart was slowly swelling with desire, and the pleasure coursing through my blood was starting to turn me on.
My pulse raced as I fought the temptation to dip my hand and play with myself. I set the dryer on the table and bit my lower lip, my chest rising and falling in ecstasy. I stared at my reflection, the lust etched in my gaze fanning the flames ignited within me.
Ironic how the same man I wanted to run away from was the same one driving me crazy. Mia had said that she could help me escape this hellhole—but did I really want to leave? Was Iready to forfeit this pleasure and the way Roman played with my body?
It was a stupid thought that shouldn’t even be up for debate, yet it wasn’t an option I was willing to neglect.
It had been a while since anyone made me alive—a really long while. And after the record Roman had set, there was no way I wouldn’t die of sexual starvation if I somehow managed to leave this place.
The man knew his way around my body and had awakened fantasies I didn’t even know I had. Honestly, it would be difficult to cope without him—I’d be sexually frustrated.
Now, I was faced with two options.
One: Take Mia’s offer, get the hell out of here, and finally be free. But suffer the consequences of my unmet desires and a burning passion no one could quench.
Two: Remain a prisoner within these walls and keep enjoying the kind of sex that left me satisfied and fulfilled.
Which was the better option?
The choice was mine to make.
Honestly, I was ashamed that it had come to this—that I was weighing sex against my freedom. Such a comparison shouldn’t even exist. But that’s to show how deeply he’d dug into my heart.
A soft moan escaped my mouth as I reveled in the memory of his cock stretching me out. I pictured his face in my head, my hand slowly traveling up my tunnel. The more I tried to stop myself, the more I felt the urge to climb higher.
My breathing was coming in short gasps, my teeth seductively grazing my lower lip. A voice was screaming at me to stop this madness, but I couldn’t. I hated how good it felt when my middle finger finally settled on my cunt.
I was dripping wet!
Fuck!
I slid my finger through my slippery folds, and a soft purr left my mouth. My free hand flew to my chest region, and I palmed my left breast, nice and easy.
Roman…oh, Roman!
Driven by passion and the sweet sensation jolting across my body, I closed my eyes as I fingered my pussy. My legs spread apart for deeper penetration, and I threw my head backward, lost in a sea of ecstasy.
Just when I was starting to completely lose myself in it, the door opened, snapping me back to reality.
“Shit!” I exclaimed softly, pulling my thighs together, my heart nearly jumping out of my chest. “Don’t you know how to knock?!” I snapped, glaring at his reflection through the mirror.
“It’s my bedroom,” he said. “I don’t need to knock.”
Quietly, he walked into the room, stripped from the waist up, wearing a pair of loose pants. He held my gaze in the mirror as he drew closer, suspicion etched on his face.
I looked away, avoiding his eyes while discreetly pulling myself together. My pulse raced, my heart pounding like a drum as I hoped he hadn’t caught me playing with myself.
A wave of embarrassment washed over me when I spotted that smug smirk on his lips.
