“You don’t really wantto leave.” Roman pushed his hand against the door just as I reached for the handle to let myself out. I paused because he was right. I didn’t want to go. I was tired of being alone, of looking over my shoulder, of having to deal with everything on my own. It had been a shitty day, everything hurt, and I didn’t know why, but being around him made me feel… fuck, he made me feel safe.
I pressed my head to the wood as Roman crowded into me, his large body hard against my back.
“Do you really want to leave?” he whispered into my neck, his voice barely audible, vibrating through me. I shook my head. “What do you want?”
I closed my eyes and spoke the truth. “I just want it all to stop.”
“This? What’s happening here, with us?” he clarified.
I shook my head again, liking that he was checking he understood what I meant, and then his lips found my ear. “Let me take care of you, Hana. Let me make you feel better.”
I should leave, take my phone, and go. I should walk away from this man because he seemed to be trouble and wasprobably stalking me, but there was something about him that drew me in like a moth to a flame.
“Okay,” I replied, instantly relieved that he was going to do something to get me out of my head. It felt like I’d been overthinking since I saw that newspaper headline.
“There’s my good girl.”
I paused. “Can you not call me that?”
“You don’t like praise?”
I bit down on my lip, memories from a lifetime ago dancing around the edge of my mind, but I knew if I let them in, I’d fall apart, and I refused to let what happened ruin this moment. “No. Not like that.”
“Understood. I promise, I won’t say that again, and if there’s anything else you don’t like, just say. Is that okay?”
I let out a grateful sigh. “Thank you.”
He brought his lips to my temple. “I would do anything to make you happy, Hana. Now let me help you relax a little.” He pushed his hands in different directions. One went under my T-shirt, tugging down the cup of my bra, exposing my breast, which he palmed as he twisted my nipple, just as the other slipped beneath the waistband of my leggings, not stopping until his fingertips landed on my clit.
“Oh,” I gasped, his attention stealing my stress and worry.
His mouth found my neck, kissing and nipping as he touched me. “I’m going to take care of you.” He dragged his fingers through my folds to my entrance, dipping inside me, covering himself in my arousal as he pushed his hard cock against my arse. “Whether you want me or not, I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”
The twist of my nipple had me crying out, pushing back against him, my hands splaying against the door as I gave him access to my body.
“You’re not on your own anymore.” His words were like an aphrodisiac. “You’re not alone.” He pushed two fingers inside me as his thumb strummed my clit. “You’re safe.” He fucked me with them slowly, my body lighting up. “Give in. Stop fighting me. Submit. Let me show you how nice it feels to relinquish all that control. Let me in, little menace. Give yourself to me and let me take care of everything.”
It did sound good. Not possible, but good. And maybe I could. For a minute. For a night. For him.
When I didn’t say anything, he moved his hand from my breast to my chin, tilting my head so I looked up at him. I licked my lips, my mouth dry from the short, shallow breaths I was taking as my body practically vibrated with need.
Roman looked dangerous, like he might devour me at any moment, but like he might kill to protect me at the same time. That scared but intrigued me. He intrigued me. There was so much more to this man than I understood, but right now was not the time to explore that. I wanted him to keep his promise. I wanted him to take care of everything. I wanted to submit.
“Give me a safe word,” he murmured as he pressed harder against my clit, the pressure bringing me to my tiptoes, arching into his touch.
“Sunflower,” I replied, struggling to think about anything more than the sensation building between my thighs.
“If you want to stop… ever. If you want to stop what’s happening between us, you just say that, but until then, you’re mine to take care of.”
He brought his lips down on mine in a deep, passionate kiss as his hand tightened around my throat and his fingers worked their magic between my legs until I came loudly, the relief of his words nearly as addictive as the orgasm.
24
ROMAN
She sagged in my arms,panting from her orgasm, and I held her tight, meaning every word I’d said: she was mine to take care of in every way possible, and I was about to prove to her how good that could feel.
I swept her up in my arms, bridal style, and waited for her to argue and brat out about being carried, but instead, she pressed her face to my neck, nuzzling against me like a sleepy kitten.
