I freeze, tensing and lifting my shoulders to my ears as chills spread down my spine.
“Where does such a fragile little thing get a wound so deep and jagged?” he murmurs as he runs his hand down the length of the scar Callum left me with. I shudder at the memory of the knife slicing through my jacket and the tearing sound it made as it pierced my flesh. I’m glad it was a deep cut—it’s the only reason he believed me to be dead.
“Fragile? You couldn’t fathom the shit I’ve survived,” I whisper with venom stinging my tongue.
He smiles—like an actual boyish smile—and by the grace of God, it’s so lovely that I’m too stunned to do anything as he turns me and grabs my jaw, tilting it so I have to look up into his cruel eyes. “Couldn’t I?”
My heart hammers in my chest so wildly that I worry he can hear it. The artery in my neck flutters as I watch his eyes move down to my parted lips.
Roman sucks in his lower lip and bites it before dipping down and stroking his tongue up my chin languidly. Then hekisses me, and my brain detaches from the world. His hand still has a firm grasp on my jaw, and his other is latched to my waist. Our connection is as magnetic as it was last night.
I whimper at the rush of adrenaline that moves through my body. An emptiness grows where I want him to fill me up. My eyes crack open, and I’m met with Roman’s starved gaze. His crackling scent of teakwood warming my senses.
He licks his lips and groans. “Just as sweet as the first time.”
“Why was there a second?” I whisper over his lips, scared of what the answer will be. The attraction between us is undeniable, but everything else has me questioning more than just my morals.
He chuckles and kisses me again. “Because some sick part of me wants to hear you scream and writhe beneath me.” He lowers and dots a kiss on my neck before looking up at me with querying eyes.
I suck in my lower lip. There are a billion reasons why I should tell him to go eat a pile of ants, but I’m transfixed by him.
Roman slowly presses kisses down my chest, eyes still locked with mine. When he reaches my breast and strokes his tongue over my supple skin, my knees threaten to buckle.
He smiles with his lips against my bra, biting the edge and pulling the fabric down until my boobs are free. I inhale as the cold air hits my nipples and whimper as he sucks one between his lips and swirls his tongue around it. Roman’s hands dig into my hips as he guides me back onto the bed and makes me sit down with my legs spread to him. “Hold perfectly still, Briar. That’s an order, and you don’t want to know how I would punish you.”
A small cry escapes my parted lips as he pushes my chest so I’m lying down. He hooks his hands around my thighs, dragging me to the edge of the bed.
Oh my God, this is actually fucking happening.
Roman makes quick work of pulling down my sweatpants and underwear. “Your smart mouth was going to get you in trouble, and you know it. It’s about time I teach you some manners, don’t you think, Squirt? No one talks to the lieutenant of the Icarus Squad like that and gets off scot-free.”
He positions himself between my legs and lets out a low rumble from his chest. “Such a pretty pussy.”
I want to close my thighs and lock him in place, but I’m so scared of what his punishment would be. It makes my pulse race and turns me on. I just stare down with my heart in my throat as the most terrifying man I’ve ever met strokes his tongue through my slit.
My head instantly drops back, and I fist the sheets desperately as pleasure jolts through my body. A whimper just on the cusp of being too loud escapes my parted lips. I have to keep my jaw clenched to keep myself from moaning.
Roman flicks his tongue over my clit so aggressively that it almost feels like a warm, wet vibrator that begs me to buck my hips into his face. I’m on the edge of crying out. I need to be filled, I’ve never felt so empty in my entire life.
He answers my needy pleas with two fingers buried in my pussy. This time I can’t stop the moan that wrenches free. The thickness of his knuckles spreads me so fucking good. Roman finger fucks me and looks up, licking my juices from his lips like a depraved, starved man.
I cover my face with my hands and moan as he rocks me on the bed until I’m bucking into each thrust of his hand. I’ve never felt this way before—something huge is building up. Roman works me closer and closer until he bites my clit, and it’s my complete undoing. I come unlike I ever have before, thighs shaking and crying out into my palms.
When the convulsions finally taper off, I’m a trembling mess, legs sprawled out to the sides and breathing heavily like I’ve just run a marathon.
Roman chuckles. “Told you you’re a squirter.” I smack his arm, but he only finds it amusing.I’ve never fucking done that before.He totally was right. My cheeks burn.
The other guys definitely heard me moaning.Crap. What am I doing?Hot tears prickle my eyes, and I cover my face with my forearm. I’m pissed off with myself for letting him do this.
“Oh, don’t be shy. They’re about to hear a lot worse.” Roman chuckles as he stands and pulls his shirt off.
I should tell him to fuck off. But the second I see those sharp abs and the damage that his body has seen in his short life, I can’t help but let the defiance in my gaze shift into longing.
He leaves his pants on and climbs over me, wrapping one strong arm beneath me and tugging me up to the pillows. Roman’s scent cascades around me like silk. I could exist in his presence forever.
We’re lying on our sides, facing one another as he pulls me closer against his chest. His warmth holds me in a vise grip. I tilt my jaw up, and our lips are crashing together before we can waste our breath on words.
I know he’ll be mean to me after this. He’ll probably call me a whore again.
