Now, I’m completely naked.
Roman doesn’t move or speak as his gaze travels over every inch of me. I’m suddenly aware of all my flaws, the scars that haven’t fully faded from Grigori’s belt.
His gaze flickers over them, lingering. He lifts his head to look at me, his mask of composure slipping. Violence flares behind his eyes, then it’s gone, the need for vengeance masked once again. He moves, circling me, slowly, taking his sweet time. I feel his gaze on my back, my ass, and my legs, assessing what belongs to him. My body shivers with anticipation. I’m even wetter than before.
When he comes back around to face me, his voice is rough. Raw.
“Get on the bed.”
I obey, climbing onto it and lying back. My heart hammers so loud I hear it in my ears, every nerve in my body wired, tingling and waiting.
“Spread your legs.”
I open my knees.
His eyes drop between my thighs and stay there.
CHAPTER 16
ROMAN
“Wider.”
She opens her legs more and I finally get a full view of what’s mine—her tiny pussy already glistening wet.
I move to the windowsill, instead of the bed, keeping my distance. If I don’t, I’ll be inside her in seconds. My cock strains painfully against my pants. She notices. Her gaze lowers to the hard outline, and I watch the way her breathing changes when she realizes how much I want her.
Her thighs press together for a split second before she forces them apart again, spreading herself wider like I told her to.
"Tell me what you know about sex." My voice comes out rough, strained from how badly I want to cross the room and bury myself inside her.
She swallows and I watch her throat work. "I know that you're going to put your..."
She doesn’t even know the word. "Cock,” I tell her. “I’m going to put my cock inside that wet little hole you’re holding open for me.”
I push off the windowsill, my eyes moving from her face down to her breasts. Her nipples are hard, tight out against her brown skin. I want my mouth on them again.
"You’re going to put your cock inside me."
Hearing her say it causes more precum to leak from the tip. I press my palm against myself, trying to ease the ache.
"What else?"
My eyes stay on her chest, watching it rise and fall faster as her breathing picks up.
"I don't know anything else." Her voice is barely above a whisper. "I just... heard sounds sometimes. At the brothel."
My jaw clenches at the mention of that damn place, but I keep my tone even. My gaze drops lower, over her stomach to where she's spread wide for me. She's wetter now, slick and shiny around her little opening.
"What kind of sounds?"
"Loud sounds. Moaning and crying out."
I laugh quietly, shaking my head. She has no idea. Those whores were faking every moan, putting on a show for men they couldn’t stand.
"What else?"
Her hips move, slow and restless like her body’s already way ahead of her and can’t wait.
