I wanted to sink into her, to let her warm walls tighten around me, but I also wanted to tease her, to edge her so hard that tears streamed down those pretty cheeks.
Bracing one hand on the bed, I dragged my aching, desperate cock through her folds again, pushing against her entrance. She was wet, so fucking wet, I nearly lost my mind. It would have been so easy to drive into her, but I held back, and her desperate whimper was all the reward I needed.
I repeated the movement again and again, slipping through her slick pussy and then pushing the head of my cock inside her, but never going any deeper. She wriggled and bucked, trying to take more of me, but I gripped her hip hard, probably leaving bruises, loving seeing her turn feral.
“Brats don’t get rewards. They don’t deserve them,” I grunted, my balls pulling tight as my attempts to drive her wild turned me into a sweaty mess chasing my own release.
“Fucking arsehole,” she cried. “This is just cruel.”
I laughed. Loud, deep, from my soul. Fuck, it felt nearly as good as her pussy. I was so lost in the moment, my cock slipped a little deeper, and I hissed at the sensation as Hana cried, “Yes. Oh God, yes.”
I couldn’t do it, couldn’t hold back. I wanted her. All of her. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get this moment again, and I wasn’t wasting it.
“Birth control?” I fired out.
“Yes. Pill. Clean.” Her words came in pants as her hips bucked, and she tried to take control, despite being bound and face down on the bed.
She screamed as I slapped her arse again, at the same time as driving my cock fully into her. Her walls tightened as her orgasm ripped through her, setting off my own release. White-hot pleasure detonated behind my eyes, branding my soul in a way that made me certain that, after this experience, I’d never be the same again.
15
HANA
I winced as I stood.Despite only thrusting into me properly once, Roman left a lasting impression that I was reminded of every time I moved. And right now, I needed to move quickly while he took a shower.
After our… whatever the hell that was, he untied my hands, kissing my wrists where the tape had left marks, in a tender way that was the polar opposite of his usual gruff, domineering demeanour. It almost made me feel cared for, but that was ridiculous. This had been about getting off. I mean, he practically played ‘just the tip’ with my pussy and then finished inside me like I was a toy for him to use. I shuddered because I wasn’t complaining. It was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced, and it would be in the vault for the next time I used my vibrator. Which would probably be later, as even the thought of what he did to me would have made my underwear wet—if I was wearing any.
My clothes were soaked or ripped to shreds by the psycho—the name suited him—so I stole a T-shirt from his dresser, and when I slipped it on, it practically reached my knees. I pushed my feet into my soggy trainers and crept through the housequietly, hoping he wouldn’t come out of the shower and catch me.
Although the storm had passed, it was now the middle of the night, and I didn’t fancy walking home. I presumed my car was still dead, so I did the only thing I could: I took Roman’s keys from the side and stole his car.
“You look happy. Good night?”Jay asked as I pushed through the kitchen doors in the diner, bright and early the next morning.
I opened my mouth in mock shock. “Are you saying I’m usually a grumpy bitch?”
He chuckled. “Not at all, but you look like the cat that got the cream.” I thought about making a pussy joke, but I’d not known these people long enough to let them know just how dry my sense of humour could be.
I wiggled my eyebrows instead. “Just get to work.”
He offered me a nod before turning back to what he was cooking in the fryer.
We were busy all morning, and when we had a lull in customers, I poured a coffee and leaned on the counter, unfolding the newspaper someone had left there.
A story on the front page caught my eye, and I froze as I stared at the familiar face. Unease sat heavy in my stomach, my coffee long forgotten as I tried to block out memories I’d fought hard to forget, despite their existence being carved into the very core of who I was. I blinked them away, refusing to acknowledge the link between the story I was reading and the life I’d lived. It was gone. Over. Forgotten. Despite the facts telling me otherwise.
The door opened, bringing with it the fresh from the storm air and a rather stern-looking face I was more than happy to see. Despite how angry he appeared, having Roman here settled something inside me, making me feel safer than I had a moment ago. And while I should hate someone having that effect on me, it was nice to bask in it briefly.
He stalked towards me and held out his hand, my keys in his palm. “Car’s fixed. It’s parked outside.”
I scowled. “You didn’t?—”
He curled his hand around my keys and extended a finger, pressing it to my lips so I couldn’t finish. “You took my car, Hana. I need it back, but you also need a car, so I got yours fixed. You can thank me later.” His expression remained fixed and hard, but the slight raise in his eyebrow told me there was innuendo behind his words.
“You wish,” I muttered.
He sighed and dropped his hand, placing my keys on the counter.
“Give me your phone.” I stared at him, unmoving. “Phone, Hana.”
