“So deep,” she murmured with an exhale.
“Too deep?” I checked, but she shook her head.
I circled my arm around her waist, and she curled hers around my neck. “Hold on tight.” I punched my hips up as I pulled her down, using her cunt like my own personal toy. She screamed, and I paused, wondering if I’d gone too far.
“No, no, no. Perfect. Again.”
I did it again, going so deep I worried I was about to rearrange her organs. She was wet, her walls tight around me as I slid in and out with ease, pulling her harder as I thrust up with more power. Her fingers clawed at my scalp and back as she sucked and licked the spot behind my ear that drove me wild, while incoherent words fell from her lips.
I forgot about my handcuffs, about the gun. I forgot about the fact someone shot at her, and I lost myself in the motion of our bodies moving together, our sweat-slick skin slipping in a perfect rhythm.
“I wanna come. Please let me come.” Her words were desperate.
“Come now. I want to feel you come.”
It was instant. She shattered, her body wracked with pleasure as she screamed out my name and squirted her orgasm, flooding my cock and thighs with her arousal. The sensation was too much, my cock drowning in her cum, causing my balls to pull tight as I exploded too. Slamming my lips to hers, I fed her the sounds of my pleasure as my eyes rolled back in my head with the overwhelming sensation.
Barely able to think straight, I dragged my spent body around to lean against the pillows as Hana went limp against my chest. I pressed a kiss to her temple, and within minutes, sleep descended, and I had no other choice but to surrender.
46
HANA
I’d showered,uncuffed a still sleeping Roman, and was now getting dressed. I winced as I moved, sore from last night, but every bit of pain was a reminder of how perfect it had been. How the man managed to make me feel so dominated while having one hand out of action, I’d never know, but he did, and it was all of my fantasies and more.
I was just pulling my black V-necked sweater over my head when a familiar grumble sounded out. I looked over to find Roman awake and glaring at me.
“Finally set me free?” He rubbed his wrist, which looked a little red.
“You sound like a princess locked in a tower by the evil queen.” He raised his eyebrows in that way he did when he wanted to argue with me but didn’t want to bother using words. “Get up.”
He threw back the covers, standing in front of me in all his naked glory. My eyes instantly dropped to his morning wood, the fingerprint tattoo wrapped around his shaft.
“Don’t look at me like that, little menace, or I will have you on your knees, swallowing my dick, and we need to talk this morning. Remember?”
I pushed my feet into my boots, placing one on the chair to lace it up and then doing the same with the other. “I’ll make coffee. You put some clothes on. I can’t talk to you while you’re standing there, looking like that.”
I left the room, hearing the shower turn on seconds later. It didn’t take long for Roman to appear, looking like he’d just stepped out of a photoshoot, despite having on the same clothes as last night.
He pointed at himself as he strode towards me. “Didn’t get time to pack because I had to come and rescue someone from their kidnappers.”
I offered him a fake smile. “Sorry.”
“When can I go home, Hana?”
My stomach flipped. I kind of hoped that last night had changed something between us; that I’d have my protective Roman back, but it seemed any change in his attitude towards me had been sex-based. Could I really blame him?
“I need to break into a house,” I said as a way to explain.
He folded his arms over his chest, his nostrils flaring like an angry bull.
“But I need your help.” I wasn’t sure I did, but after someone shot at me, I decided an extra set of eyes couldn’t hurt, and deep down, I was tired of fighting on my own. A sick part of me hoped Roman would somehow be the Robin to my Batman. I rolled my lips into a thin line, trying to hide my smirk, because this wasn’t the time, and I wasn’t sure Roman would think any of this was even vaguely amusing.
He tilted his head like he was seeing me through fresh eyes, and I got the impression he didn’t like what he saw. “I’m not a criminal, Hana. I told you that.”
“And you’re not some mild-mannered IT guy either,” I bit back, suddenly tired of all these lies.
He threw his arms up in the air. “I never said I was. I told you I work in IT, and I do.”
