A shudder of expectation, fear and arousal rippled through her. Her ass was on fire where it touched the couch cushion. Roman stood leaning forward between her legs, watching her. Slowly, his eyes dropped to the flesh between her legs. For the first time in her life she didn’t feel self-conscious about the scars. She knew from the crazed, hungry look in his eyes that he was looking at her, not the marks.
He brushed his knuckle gently across her folds. Katie moaned and lifted her hips slightly to meet his touch. “You’re soaked,” he groaned, awe lacing his voice as if he couldn’t believe it.
“Only for you,” she whispered.
His body tightened over hers. She saw him warring with himself as need shuddered through his big body. She realized now why he was so fierce around her, so unpredictable and combustible. He had over a decade of pent up sexual frustration and it was all for her.
“Please, Roman,” she begged him breathlessly, “hurt me again!”
He nodded, his lips pressing into a grim line. She knew he was fighting with himself. He hated the idea of hurting her. Didn't understand her need for the pain. He was probably now struggling with his reaction to her pain. He loved it and it was killing him. He wanted to revel in the euphoria she was experiencing, but he couldn’t reconcile himself with how she was getting there. She didn’t care. She wanted to seize this newfound high with both hands and ride it out while she could.
"Eyes on me and don't fucking move them, baby,” he growled.
She nodded helplessly, her eyes glued to him as he backed up and towered over her. Without his belt, his jeans hung a little lower on his hips. She swallowed in trepidation. She hadn’t been able to see him before as he stood behind her. Now she could see every part of the terrifying spectre of an incredibly ripped, tattooed, intensely angry man standing over her, his huge arm raised with a belt. A hoarse whimper of fear escaped her throat just as he brought the belt down on the fleshy part of her thigh.
A scream ripped from her lips and she almost jerked her eyes away from him before she remembered his order. Panting and biting down on her lip she submitted to the first glorious wave of rapture as it swept through her. He alternated between her thighs, striking up and down the flesh, raising painful welts in his wake while she watched his bicep bunch and release with glowing eyes. Eventually, when she couldn’t possibly get any wetter, when there wasn’t a single inch of skin left on her thighs to strike, he dropped the belt.
As the echo of her last scream died away on the warm breeze, he dropped to his knees in front of her as though in prayer. His eyes met hers. She gasped, some of her happy euphoria dying away. He was livid. She had made him do something, find something out about her and, in the process, find out something about himself he didn’t want to know. She loved pain. And he loved giving it to her. She started to close her legs and move back up the couch, a little afraid of this unpredictable man’s intentions. She was correct to fear.
“Do not move away from me,” he growled, slapping his hands down on her reddened thighs and tearing a scream of true agony from her throat.
He pulled her forward to the edge of the couch until her pussy was flush with his chest. He shoved her legs wide, moving his hands up to her knees so he wasn’t hurting her anymore. She stared up at him, fear and arousal shining bright as she clutched at the couch cushions.
“You belong to me, Katerina,” he growled. “I will always give you the things that you need. Even if I hate them. Now we do what I want.”
“Roman…,” she moaned, reaching out a hand in supplication.
He gripped her wrist and pushed his face into her dripping pussy, shoving his nose into her and inhaling, taking her scent into his body and memorizing her. He did this for a long moment, ignoring the tensing of her body underneath him. He began licking her from bottom to top in long strokes, lapping up as much of her as he could. She felt the desperation in him to just take from her everything he could get. There was no particular method to what he was doing. He just took and took from her, quickly driving her insane as he refused to find a rhythm and give her what she needed to come. One moment he would shove his tongue deep into her vaginal passage, fucking her with it, and next he would explore the folds of her labia before swirling it up to her clitoris and then back again.
Her back bowed against the couch as she keened and wiggled against him. He brought a hand down on her stomach, refusing to let her up or even move to a more comfortable position. He finally had her where he wanted her and he wasn't letting her go anywhere.
“Fuck, Katie,” he moaned against her, shoving his nose against her again and breathing deep. “You taste like fucking heaven.”
“Roman!” she yelled. “Need to come!”
His head came up sharply and he stared at her, his eyes sharp and possessive on her face. They glowed obsidian as they pierced through to the heart of her. “Want you to come, baby. Tell me what you need, beautiful girl,” he growled.
She squirmed in his fierce grip, revelling in the way his hands nearly engulfed her narrow hips and moaned. “Finger inside. Put your tongue on my clit,” she panted and slid a finger down her belly pressing it against her slippery nub. She flicked it against the bundle of nerves and watched his eyes follow the movement, memorizing the way she liked it best.
He slid one big hand under her ass, dragging his thumb across her tiny puckered hole as he brought it up, making her jump and moan with need. He sank one long, thick finger into her soaked pussy while she watched and moaned low in her throat. His finger felt like heaven and hell all at once. It was already a tight fit, telling her they were going to have a hell of a time getting more inside her. She bit her lip and wiggled her hips, drawing groans from both of them.
He leaned forward and, using his other hand to gently move her fingers from her clit, replaced them with his tongue.
She bucked against his mouth as he gave her exactly what she needed. Oh, my fucking god, this man is a quick learner! she mentally screamed, lifting her hips into his seeking mouth and bringing her fingers down on his head to scratch frantically as he drove her rapidly and relentlessly toward the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. The first orgasm she’d ever had that she hadn’t given to herself. He twisted and pumped his finger inside her while flicking his tongue against her clit as she arched into his mouth. When he added a second finger, shoving them deep inside her until they hurt so good, she screamed and came in a rush of fluid.
Just as she collapsed back against the cushions of the couch, he surged up against her, shoving her knees back once more until they were wide open and nearly back to her shoulders. Her arms fell open and clutched at the cushions. She watched helplessly as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, shoved them down his hips and kicked them away. He turned back to her, his face a canvas of intense energy such as she’d never seen before. So much lust, possession and violent love resided there that it nearly healed the things inside her that she thought were broken forever.
He crouched over top of her, reaching for her naked body and pulling her up into the cradle of his chest. His hips shoved her thighs ever further apart, forcing her to feel every inch of his massive body against her much narrower frame. She whimpered in fear and anticipation, shivering against him. He dipped his head, taking her lips in a surprisingly tender kiss.
“I got you, Katerina. Will always catch you, baby,” he mumbled against her before finally released her.
Tears trickled from the corners of her eyes and she held him tightly against her. She pressed her lips against the muscle of his shoulder, savouring his scent and flicking her tongue to take his taste into her. She wanted to remember every part of him. She would disappear from his life. If this is all she could take with her, she was going to be selfish and take whatever she could.
He shifted against her, reaching down between their bodies to position himself against her. Though she knew it would hurt, she opened up to him. Roman showed her that he would only hurt her in a good way. He took her in one
stroke. Though she was tight, her body was ready to accept him. She cried out and sank her nails into his shoulders, arching her neck and squeezing her eyes shut. He was wide and he was long, he bottomed out deep inside her.
He cupped the back of her head, held her close and whispered to her in Spanish until the tension in her body gradually uncoiled and she smoothed her hands down his back.
“So fucking good, Katie. I could live here forever,” he groaned against her, pressing her head to his throat.
She smiled and licked his Adam’s apple, laughing throatily when she felt his cock pulse inside of her. “But I can’t come again unless you start moving,” she whispered innocently.
Her naughty words unleashed the beast. He lifted his massive shoulders over top of her and looked down at her, his eyes fiercely possessive, devouring every inch of her face as he began moving within her. The delicious hurt began to build immediately and she knew, deep down he had somehow found the key to her lock. He found the way to make her feel alive again without making her feel like a burned-out shell. She flexed her fingers against him as though she would never let him go, even though she had no choice. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around him as much as she could, holding him tight.
“Not going to last long,” he grunted apologetically.
She smiled gently. Of course not. He hadn’t been with a woman in a decade. She reached down between their bodies, still savouring the delicious ache of his giant cock plowing through her, and pinched her sensitive clit, giving herself that tiny bite of pain she needed.
“Mierda, mi mujer,” he mumbled, watching her movements with awe.
“Now!” she said breathlessly, eyes glazing over with passion. She could feel his cock growing within her and knew he was close to coming.
They orgasmed together, flying over the edge in each other’s arms, eyes locked together. Hot semen exploded deep within her, bathing her soaked pussy and reminding her that they hadn’t used a condom. She thought about saying something, but didn’t want to ruin the moment. She wasn’t sure if it had been purposeful or not. Roman was about as possessive as they came. She was on birth control and she believed that he hadn’t been with anyone in a long time. And though she’d only ever been with Colin, that didn’t mean that her ex-douche bag had been faithful. She would talk to Roman about it later. She didn’t want him putting himself at risk again. Until she found a way off the boat, they would have to use condoms.
For now, she was just going to enjoy the moment. She could feel the rush of love envelope them like a cocoon. Try as she might, though, instead of hope, Katie felt despair. She closed her eyes and held him tighter.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“When did you find out that Dexter was gay?” Katie asked Roman softly.
She was laying on the bed, curled in his arms, perfectly at ease with Roman Valdez for the first time in her life. After their explosively passionate encounter up on the deck, he carried her down to their stateroom. He tenderly examined the belt wounds he had inflicted, though she assured him they didn’t hurt, and then rinsed them both off in the shower. After drying, he tucked her into the large bed, brought her a glass of ice water, then crawled naked into the bed and pulled her against his chest where he held her willingly captive.
His arms tightened around her. She was half afraid the big tough guy would refuse to answer her question. The only other person that had acknowledged Dexter’s sexuality was her other brother, Wendell, and they’d only ever discussed it after Dexter’s death. Dexter never came out. He wasn’t given the chance.
“Guess I always knew.” Roman’s voice rumbled against her head.
His answer surprised her. Dexter had been a sweet guy, but was not particularly open and trusting except with the people he was closest to. How had Roman figured out that Dexter was gay when they inhabited such brutal circles where he would have been murdered by their own people if someone had found out? Gangs were not forgiving about such things.
“Is that why you went out of your way to protect him?” she whispered.
He laughed harshly. “I’m not that guy, Katie. Never was,” Roman said linking his fingers with hers on the quilt and lifting their hands together. He traced his thumb over the blue veins on the back of her hand. “Liked your brother. Didn’t care where he got his rocks off. He didn’t care about me either… so long as I didn’t touch little sister until she grew up.”
Katie smiled a little and tried to picture that conversation. All three Pullman children had taken after their pale blond mother. While Wendell was short and stocky like their father, both Katie and Dexter were tall and willowy. The combination looked good on Katie. On Dexter… it had looked a little ungainly, but also endearing. When he was annoyed, happy, embarrassed or anything really, his face tended to turn tomato red and the entire room would know what he was thinking. She could just picture him telling Roman, who was twice his size, to stay away from his little sister until she was mature enough to handle a relationship. The thought sparked tears in her eyes.
“Well… no matter what your motives were,” she said huskily, “thank you for watching out for my brother. He deserved a friend like you.”
He rolled her until she was laying underneath him. He cupped her face, sliding his fingers into her hair and holding her still. Her chest ached at the look he gave her. She tried hard to stay in the moment, but her mind kept drifting to the contents of the safe. She wished desperately they could live in their own world, just the two of them, wrapped up in themselves with no interference and no other commitments.
“I don’t deserve nothing, hermosa, but I’ll take everything from you,” he growled, deliberately sounding street. He tapped his fingers against the side of her head. “I know you think of running. I can see your brain thinking, thinking. You make plans to…” he made a sound of air escaping with his teeth and lips, “go from me. I won’t allow this, Katerina. You are out here on this yacht, on the open ocean. You can’t go anywhere. We stay here until I am convinced that you will never leave me.”
Her heart skipped a beat and her entire focus returned to him as he lifted himself and tugged the quilt from her body. She gasped as he pressed his naked body along hers, careful to keep his weight from crushing her. Though his words sounded threatening, she also heard the desperation and romance as well.
She wrapped her arms around his huge shoulders and tugged until he was completely settled against her. She wanted to feel him crush her. Her belly fluttered in response when she felt his already hard cock press against her leg. Her pussy ached deliciously where he’d plowed into her earlier. She pressed her lips against the side of his neck and trailed her tongue up to his ear. Whispering, she said, “Then I’ll just have to convince you to take me to dry land, won’t I?”
He turned his head quickly, capturing her lips in a quick, hard kiss before pulling back to growl, “Don’t know how you’re going to manage that, mujer. Already know you’re a sneaky little bitch.”
She laughed and slapped him on the shoulder. Then she opened her long legs wide and wrapped them around his waist as far as they would go. She moaned in his ear at the feeling of his huge cock rubbing deliciously against her already wet core. Biting her lip, she arched her head back against the pillows and squirmed in his arms, using his body to build friction against hers.
She gripped his broad, tattooed shoulders tighter, widened her legs and climbed a little higher. In this position, she was able to gyrate against him and rub her clitoris against the hair of his muscular belly where it pressed delightfully against her.
“Sex!” she exclaimed breathlessly.
“What the fuck?” he demanded, confused, having lost the thread of their conversation while watching the sexiest woman alive use him to get herself off. The look on his face was somewhere between awe and shell-shock. She wanted to bottle it up and keep it forever.
“Going… to use sex to convince you… that I want to stay… forever!” she said the last word on a scream as she exploded
in his arms, arching backwards. Her knees jerked inward, pressing hard against his waist for a few seconds while she rode the waves of her self-induced orgasm.
Her legs loosened at the same time as her eyes opened to find his staring down at her. His expression was fierce, but unreadable. She could feel his cock, hard and hot, pressed against her ass cheek. He pressed his thumb against her mouth until she opened for him. He held her tongue and leaned in to speak.
“Don’t believe your words, Katie,” he said gravely. He dropped his other hand down her body and shoved two fingers up into her pussy, so far inside her body she was sure he damn near touched her cervix. Pleasure and pain sizzled through her body, merging in her brain and short-circuiting everything until she couldn't have managed a single thought if she wanted to. She brought her legs up alongside his to ease the pressure, but her actions forced his fingers deeper. She arched her back and neck, choking on the thumb in her mouth.
He dropped his head to her neck and bit down on the tendon that was straining as she tried to ease some of the pressure building up inside her. She whimpered.
“I believe this body, baby,” he growled against her skin, licking the spot that he’d just bitten. “It’ll always tell me the truth.”
He pulled his fingers from her body, releasing the tension from within her. A tiny explosion detonated throughout her body. A mini orgasm just from the removal of his fingers. She didn't really know what was happening to her, she just knew it felt amazing. She moaned as her body collapsed onto the bed. He didn’t let her enjoy it for long.
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