“You know something, Little Moth.” His fingers come up to swipe at a raindrop that hits my cheek. “You know more than you’re saying, but it’s okay. We know you wouldn’t keep secrets unless you had to.”
My body trembles as he wraps an arm around my waist, dragging me against his chest as the rain begins to fall more steadily. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He chuckles at the tremble in my voice, at the struggle of lying to him when his lips are so close to mine.
He leans forward and licks a raindrop from my upper lip, groaning as he does. “You lie so sweetly for me, Little Moth.”
The trembling gets harder as the cold rain seeps into my skin. “Roman,” My voice is a whisper, and his eyes watch the way my lips move as I continue, “I can’t.”
“Shhh.” His hand comes up to wipe my hair back from where it is plastered on my face. He kisses my temple before sliding his mouth down to my ear. “Don’t worry, Little Moth, I won’t clip your wings.”
He pulls away and once again I’m drawn into the darkness that lives within him.
At first, his nickname for me didn’t make any sense. Moths were drawn to the light, not the dark. Then I realized that moths only use light as a guide, but the darkness is where they’re at home.
Roman knows he’s my home.
His hands slide up and grab my hips, pushing mebackwards until my back hits the concrete wall of the courthouse.
Rain soaks our bodies as Roman’s hands tighten around my waist, his fingers digging into my sides just as the brick digs into my back.
His nose goes into the crook of my neck, running up and down making me shiver from more than the cold. “I can’t let you get away with lying, though, Little Moth. It’s not in my blood. It’s not how the family does things.” He groans as he licks his way back up my neck. “I have to punish you.”
I shiver as his words sink in, but I don’t have the opportunity to examine them because his hand slips into the front of my skirt, his icy fingers immediately finding my clit.
“Fuck, Roman!” I reach down and grab his wrist, trying to pull him away to give my clit some relief from the way he’s already rubbing cold circles over it.
“Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop.”
He keeps rubbing and a low moan escapes my lips, somehow breaking the spell he has over me and letting his words sink in through the lust.
Punish me?
I look up to see his eyes closed as he dips a finger into me, his fingers slowly warming up but still too cold for my liking. I reach down, lifting up a single foot and smiling when Roman doesn’t open his eyes. He’s obviously never had a dangerous woman in his bed and I’m happy to be the first.
My fingers grip the small dagger I have inside the hidden sheath in my boot. I have it under his neck and drawing a drip of blood before he even realizes I moved. “No one punishes me unless I ask them for it.”
He opens his eyes slowly, a small smirk growing on his rain-soaked lips. “I would say I love you if I didn’tthink you’d stab me.”
I don’t let his words sink in, instead drawing the blade down his neck and to his chest. “On your knees, lover boy.”
He practically falls over trying to do as I say, a bulge growing in his pants as I lean against the wall and place a boot covered foot right over his heart. “If you’re going to make me cum, at least do it properly.”
The smile he gives me in return is as wicked as they come. “Yes, ma’am.”
His lips are cold as he kisses up my leg, making an icy path directly between my thighs until he’s raising my skirt up and sliding my panties to the side to deliver the last kiss directly on the clit he was rubbing so furiously just moments before.
He doesn’t wait for any more instructions as he dives in, his tongue swiping once more over my clit before diving between my folds and licking my inner walls like they’re the best thing he ever tasted. My head hits the wall behind me and I close my eyes, pleasure building inside me as I clamp my mouth closed. People rarely come into this alleyway, but the risk is still there. Finding me blissed out against the bricks as my client feasts between my legs is nearly as bad as someone finding out I planned a murder.
Well, multiple murders.
A wet gasp escapes my lips as his fingers join his tongue, pumping in and out of me at a relentless pace as he follows my orders to make me cum properly. My fingers try their best to grasp his short hair with no luck, and I end up wrapping a hand around his head and shoving him closer with less grace than I intended.
He manages to pull away, lips glistening with more than rain as he doubles down on his mission. A finger brushes against my clit, and I realize both his handsare begging for me to soak them. His tattoos contrast to the paleness of my thighs and somehow that image makes me even wetter.
His touch travels from my clit, making a wet trail to my backside as he prods against my asshole. “Has Wylder had the privilege of taking you here, yet?”
My eyes flutter as he slips his finger in, pumping both hands and making stars shoot out beneath my eyelids. “Why? Are you jealous?”
