Then his other hand is in my hair, tugging my head back while he looks at me.
’Open your mouth, Princess.’
I obey with a wave of deviance washing over me.
‘There’s a good girl,’ he whispers while lifting his hand and dragging his cum-soaked fingers over my tongue.
The salty taste makes my stomach roil, and my thighs clench. In equal measure. He watches, fascinated as I press my tongue between the digits, indulging him in his filthy request.
‘You’re nothing like I thought you were,’ he murmurs, before dropping his hand and leaning closer. My breath hitches as he tips my head a little further, his eyes snagging on my cum-tainted lips.
’Oh my god, you little freaks.’ Eliza’s voice cuts through the moment, and Roman steps back, his cheeks flushing as my sister laughs. ’I wondered where the two of you went, only to find you didn’t even make it to your room.’
’Eliza,’ I say, smoothing down my clothes and wiping my mouth. ‘Don’t say anything.’
’As if I’m keeping this story to myself. I didn’t know you had it in you. Do you know that Fraser and I had a bet that Roman didn’t even know you existed and was just a ploy?’ Eliza holds up her hands as Roman rights his trousers, barely able to meet my eyes. ‘Well, you sure showed me. Not only does he exist, but you two are a bunch of dirty horn-boxes.’
I’m stumped as to what to say. The fact that they didn’t believe me hurts. Albeit, more so because they were right. I’m predictably pathetic.
Eliza heads off with a laugh, and I turn to Roman with my cheeks three-bars red.
‘I can’t believe she saw that,’ I say, mortified.
Roman drags a thumb over my chin, removing a streak of white that I missed. My mortification monitor increases.
‘Did I have spunk on my chin the whole time?’ I squeak.
‘I think it suits you.’ His eyes darken before he takes my hand and drags me along the corridor.
TWENTY
ROMAN
My head is thumping,from the booze or the squashing of Maggie’s thighs, I’m not sure.
But I need air. ‘Come on, let’s pop outside a minute before we head upstairs.’
Maggie follows. Her cheeks are flushed, curls escaping their earlier taming now thoroughly undone. We steal two cocktails from a passing server and slip out like teenagers bunking off school early.
Outside hits me with a wave of freshness. It’s cold and rainy, and much needed.
The stone terrace glistens under the lights, rain dropping steadily. I inhale the smell of damp earth and smoke. Maggie tips her head back to let the rain hit her face, smiling softly. After our heated and likely misguided encounter in the alcove, it’s exactly what I needed to calm back down.
Not that I regret it, but my growing feelings forMaggie are complicating things. I should want to escape, but instead I find myself craving the next touch.
With heavy tread, Eddie steps out of the shadows.
He’s drunk. Messy-drunk. His gaze is positively menacing. He saunters, his body is loose, but those eyes are deadly, social graces utterly abandoned as he lurches toward us.
‘Running away already?’ he says, voice slick.
Maggie stiffens beside me.
I move to angle my body in front of her.
‘Look at you, all knight in shining armour for my little Maggie. You barely know her, but I’ve loved her since I was ten.’
‘We’re just getting air,’ I say. ‘We don’t want any of your shit. Maggie doesn’t want you. Get over yourself.’
