Page 104

He just keeps coming.

Like, truly an excessive amount of cum.

Fear and confusion spread through me, and I try to crawl to safety, but not before I’m struck by friendly fire. Right to the eyeball.

Water continues to pelt around us as we dissolve into laughter. Roman tugs me onto his lap, wrapping me in a tight squeeze.

“Next time you decide to experiment on me, I’d appreciate a little heads up.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Roman

“It just kept coming,” Kira says, bursting into another fit of giggles. “Like, that was a little excessive. Right?”

She’s wrapped in a fluffy robe, sitting in my lap, holding an ice pack to the goose egg growing on my forehead, courtesy of her discovery of my cum button. I’m not complaining or anything. That was the most intense orgasm of my life. I literally think my soul left my body.

“I don’t know. I was a little distracted.” I chuckle, taking a moment to admire her, wet hair tied up in a towel, face scrubbed clean, and blue eyes sparkling with amusement. I have no doubt she’s feeling so damn proud of herself right now.

She’s so goddamn cute, I can barely stand it.

“Where’d you learn that anyway?”

Still giggling at the memory, she wipes a tear from her bloodshot eye—another injury sustained in the line of duty. “I saw a podcast clip online where these guys were talking about it. I wanted to see if it worked like they said.”

For some reason, that surprises me. I guess I was expecting her to say she knew from experience, not that she read about it in a random comment section.

As much as I hate thinking about her prick of an ex right now, I find myself feeling relieved that he wasn’t the one who taught her that trick. I know it’s ridiculous. They have history—as do I—but I like knowing that we’ll always have this moment to look back on. It’s like a tiny groove in her life’s path was carved out just for me.

“Well, I’m honored to have been your test dummy,” I say, placing a hand over my heart. “You’re full of surprises.”

“Yeah. I get that a lot,” she says, idly running her fingers through my wet hair. “Lose your virginity to an older man, and suddenly everyone thinks you’re some sexual deviant.” She tries to sound sarcastic and stoic, but I can hear the hurt in her voice.

Of course she’s talking about her first love, Jameson Jackson. I remember when the story broke. It was right after her first major role. She couldn’t have been much older than sixteen or seventeen when pictures were leaked of her on a boat, straddling her twenty-five-year-old costar in an intimate moment.

Paired with the character she played in the film and Jameson’s bad-boy reputation, the media had a field day labeling her as a troubled, promiscuous teenager. Even going as far as accusing her of sleeping her way to the top, because her acting obviously wasn’t landing her the roles.

It only got worse when he died of an overdose six months later, and his phone records were leaked, revealing her number was the last one he called. After that, there was no getting away from the scandal. Her reputation was stained, and everyone hated her. She’d be forever known as the girl who could’ve saved Jameson’s life, if only she’d answered his call.

That is, until she caught the eye of Hollywood’s favorite heartthrob, Augustus Wilde.

“I’m sorry that happened to you. That must’ve been so hard for you to deal with. Especially being as young as you were.”

She nods, her eyes going misty as if reliving the painful memory. “Yeah, it was. My whole life changed pretty much overnight after that headline.”

Her lip curls as her face twists into a grimace. “That’s when all the disgusting old men started making countdowns to my birthday, when I’d finally be legal…”

I swallow the urge to comment…

“Everyone made up their minds about the kind of person I was… A teenage slut, just like my big sister.” She blows out a huff and shakes her head. “Meanwhile, I’d only slept with one person before I married Augustus.”

Okay, I can’t lie, that’s a surprise. I had no idea. I guess that makes me no better than the rest of the world for believing everything I see in the media.

“You know what’s really fucked up?” She flicks her eyes up to mine, her sharp canine teeth sparkling with a smile. “I didn’t hate it. I always liked the idea of being a man-eater. I figured, if I was going to be accused of it, I may as well earn the title, ya know?” But then her smile falls. “Then I met Augustus, and every time I tried to spice things up in the bedroom, he’d shut me down.”

“Wait? What do you mean?” I can’t help myself. I need to know.

She waves a hand in front of her face. “Just that I’m a big fake. Before that night I slept with you, the only orgasm I’d ever experienced was from my vibrator…”