Roman: Book 2 (The Hunter Brothers Series)

by L. J. Dee

  I should leave, but my feet were immobile. I was powerless to movement, to everything but the eyes of Roman Hunter that were currently burning so deeply into mine that I wanted exactly that. I wanted him to unleash that barrage of raging testosterone against me, to take out his anger, his need and his sexual aggression on my body. I stood there, holding my ground and throwing out my silent challenge. There was only one thought my scrambled brain could process. Seize the day.

  I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath when his mouth crashed down on mine in a move so violent, so powerful and so unprecedented that my legs buckled beneath me as he shoved me roughly against the wall, grasping my head in his hands as I kissed him back. He was claiming my mouth like he needed to kiss me as much as he needed the very air in his lungs. My hands reached up, and I was certain at that moment I had never felt so possessed, so wanted or so desired.

  I moaned against the soft lips, crushing mine in an intense connection, our tongues darting and entwining, tasting one another and Roman Hunter tasted good. He tasted of brandy and danger as arousal pooled between my thighs and his hands found the straps of my negligee, releasing it to the floor as he pinned me against the wall with that skilful mouth.

  He ran his hands firmly over my flesh, moaning against my eager mouth as he pulled away, casting his burning black gaze across my naked skin and ripping off my thong with one quick tear as the satin dug into my skin. I pulled him back towards me, as one hand found my hair, the other sliding between my thighs as I spread them open for him, gasping as he slapped my exposed wet pussy hard with the palm of his hand. The harsh shock of the contact sent delicious shockwaves pulsating through my cells. It was aggressive and it was demeaning, but I cried out as he did it again, the feeling of pure all consuming pleasure almost bringing me apart right there in the hall.

  He continued to kiss me, alternating between soft nips and firm passionate possession, as intoxicating as it was addictive. I was moaning loudly, wanting more relief from my throbbing awakened cells as he lifted his knee between my legs. “Wider” he said as I obeyed, splaying myself as he undid his fly, rolling on a condom swiftly and expertly before plunging his cock inside me so forcefully I couldn’t breathe.

  “Fuck, Roman,” I gasped as he pounded my body, hard and deep, grunting his pure carnal appreciation as he held my face, staring into my eyes and I knew he was as lost as I was. It was intense, all consuming, every cell in my body singing with life for this glorious man and his pleasurable assault on my senses. He thrust so hard that my feet left the ground, wrapping them around his waist as the wall took the weight of my back that was scraping against it. My brain was overpowered with a million sensations, all thought lost. He held me tightly as I arched my body, throwing back my head and screaming his name. He grabbed my hair, pulling me to him, enveloping my mouth with that powerful kiss, heating my lips and stilling as we unravelled together, gasping, panting and breathless.

  I had never experienced anything quite like the need that had consumed me then, utterly powerless to resist the solid wall of muscle in front of me that would deliver none of my usual pre-requisite qualities and be gone from my life as quickly as he’d arrived. It didn’t matter. I’d wanted him in that moment like I’d never wanted anyone, thought and logic crashing around me as sex took hold.

  He said nothing, still holding me up in his arms; carrying me through the hall and kicking open the door to his room as I curled against him. The heat of his solid chest warmed me against the cold before he threw me gently down on the bed. He was still fully clothed as I watched him undress, bathed in the glow of the moonlight through the window and he was absolutely beautiful.

  His olive skin was deep tanned from his time overseas, hard taut muscles and smooth skin, peppered with tens of scars, littering his chest and his back. This was a man who’d seen action and it was incredibly arousing. I was licking my lips, gazing up at him as he discarded the rest of his clothes on the floor, watching me closely. “You like rough sex?” he asked as I stared up him.

  “I liked that,” I smiled, tilting my head as he held me with that searing gaze.

  “That wasn’t rough, Chastity, that was pure fucking lust. I’m just asking you how you like it,” he said, a small smile playing around his mouth as his cock began to stir again, moving onto the bed beside me. He perched on his elbow, halfway over me, as he took my erect nipples one by one into his mouth, drawing the hard buds out even further and I groaned out loud. “You’re very beautiful,” he said as I lifted my head to kiss his shoulder, running my hand across a broad white scar on his abdomen.

  “What’s this?” I asked gently, stroking the raised skin beneath my finger, moving my hands upwards to the next one on his shoulder. “Knife wound,” he said as I held his darkening gaze.

  “And this?”

  “Bullet wound,” he said as I gasped out loud and he captured my mouth in his, muffling the sounds of my shock as I melted into his mouth. I continued the ascent of my fingers as he kissed my neck, firing my skin to life beneath his touch, sending shivers to the heart of my being as I threw my head back, touching another scar.

  “And this?” I breathed hoarsely as he changed sides, weaving a trail of butterfly kisses before whispering “Shrapnel” against my ear, climbing on top of me as I wrapped my legs around him.

  “Not yet,” he smiled against my mouth. “This time I want to savour you, taste you, feel every inch inside of you while you come apart for me, gorgeous,” he said, unwrapping my legs and trailing a soft path of kisses over my breasts, grazing my nipples with his teeth before continuing his delicious journey over my stomach and holding my thighs with his hands.

  I wasn’t sure how he was doing it, hard hands that seemed to rough up my skin before soothing it down in a touch as sweet and soft as silk, reading each reaction, feeling his way and firing up my body in a way no one had ever done before, and it was incredible. I’d known it instantly, the second I saw him leaning up against that tree that his touch would be wonderful, but nothing had prepared me for this. This was a whole other level of bliss.

  He looked up at me as he buried his head between my legs, holding my hips firmly in place as he licked and sucked, following the rhythm as I rocked against him, crying out loud at the glorious pressure on my swollen pussy. Fuck, Roman Hunter was intense.

  He dipped his tongue inside me, sucking gently on my clit before plunging his fingers deep within, licking across my entrance and the most sensitive bud of my swollen nerves as waves of pleasure began to throb and pulse inside me. It was the early awakening of heightened nerves and I was drowning in ecstasy under the expert stroking of my G-spot, my clit and my swollen lips as Roman lapped up my juices as though he were dining on the most mouth watering feast. His eyes locked with mine, the act as passionate and intimate as I’d ever known.

  Suddenly without warning he increased the pressure as my body bucked and writhed in sheer abandonment, unable to process the messages bombarding my brain as he wielded his fingers and his tongue between my legs and I was reeling. I moaned before screaming with desire, my body rocketing towards its release as he stroked and licked, humming gently against me. The vibration sent me over the precipice as I screamed his name, gripping his hair and shuddering violently as I exploded in pleasure.

  He was over me before I’d even come down from my incredible high, panting and gasping, hot and heady. I smiled up at him as he gazed back down, those amazing eyes shimmering with lust, the sheen of my pussy all over his lips. “Your cunt tastes fucking incredible,” he said, licking his lips.

  I gasped as he grinned down at me. “What’s up?” he winked as I frowned.

  “Don’t say that word,” I said as he chuckled deeply, plunging two fingers suddenly inside me in a move I wasn’t expecting. “You don’t like the word ‘cunt’?” he smiled, rotating his fingers as I tried to breathe, shaking my head.

  “Very well, Chastity. You’re vagina is just perfect, sweetheart” he said mockingly as I laughed.
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  “I think I prefer the C word,” I winced, giggling as he flipped me over, kissing his way right down my spine, sending a delectable shiver racing through me. I heard the rip of foil before his fingers were replaced with his hot huge cock.

  “Tell me where you want me to fuck you,” he growled against my ear. I moaned with each powerful thrust as he filled me deeply, slowly, then hard and fast as I shook my head. He grabbed my hair in his fist, yanking it back lightly as he plunged aggressively into me, forcefully and relentlessly. “Tell me,” he said again, pulling my hair a little harder as I yelped. I knew what he wanted to hear and he wouldn’t make me say it, but I couldn’t deny the erotic sensation of Roman controlling me this way, filling me with pleasure and pushing my boundaries as he stopped suddenly. I gasped, feeling only the tip of his cock inside me, trying to pull him deeper as he pulled away.

  “Tell me, baby,” he growled, withholding himself and torturing me as I groaned in frustration, desperate for the fullness but he was unmoving. I wished I could have a fraction of the self control he was demonstrating now.

  “I want you to fuck my cunt,” I gasped as he groaned deeply, rubbing my scalp and taking away the sting as he powered into me harder and faster, showering me with gentle kisses completely at odds with his powerful thrusts.

  I cried out as he pinched my swollen nipples, kneading my breasts with eager hands as his body battered me with such wonderful sensations it was hard to think straight. “Good girl, tell me again,” he demanded as I moaned deeply, gasping the words through harsh ragged breaths.

  “I want you to fuck my cunt, Roman,” I said, barely grasping I was saying these words, but I was gone, feeling him pull out of me, turning me over.

  “I want to watch you say it,” he smiled, clearly enjoying his little game. I flushed under his gaze, suddenly shy as he rocked his hips against me and I moaned out loud. I shook my head, pursing my lips as his eyes twinkled with mischief and he all but pulled out of me again. I was so close, I couldn’t stand it.

  “I want to feel you inside my cunt, Roman. Are you happy now?” I gasped in annoyed ecstasy, rolling out the words.

  “Oh baby, I’m fucking delirious like you wouldn’t believe.” I watched his face flood with lust as he hissed between his teeth, pounding hard into me as we hurtled towards our release. I was drowning in bliss, my body shaking and gripping his cock with everything I had before he finally stilled. “Fuck, gorgeous,” he gasped as his cock jerked inside me and I closed my eyes, sated and exhausted.

  “Well that was incredible, beautiful,” he whispered, pulling me against him, those sweet words the last thing I remembered.

  He was sleeping when I woke, curled tightly around me. I untangled my limbs, climbing as quietly and softly out of bed as I could and scrabbling around on the floor, flooded with guilt at my behaviour and trying to remember where the hell my damn negligee was. I wasn’t sure why, but my first thoughts were of Charlie. I’d fucked up royally and had no intention of a repeat performance, tiptoeing and tripping over a huge green duffle bag that was filled with something hard and sharp. I bruised my shin as I fell down against it, freezing abruptly when I heard the low deep voice from the bed behind me.

  “Where are you going?” he asked, tilting his head and watching me closely, pinning me with that intense stare as I struggled hard, not sure whether I was being silently chastised. It felt that way. Roman was a dangerous man and I had no idea what he was thinking, but he had an uncanny knack of making me desperate to find out.

  “Never mind where am I going, what the hell is in that bag?” I asked, rubbing my shin as he chuckled gently.

  “You wouldn’t want to know,” he said as I held his gaze, trying to gather myself under the immense beauty of those brilliant blue irises that were watching me closely. I wanted to know even more now.

  “I bloody do want to know, my leg is killing me,” I said as he smirked and we both looked down at the bag that seemed to be offering me a silent challenge to open it. I bent down, holding the zip in my fingers and waiting for Roman to tell me to stop.

  “Don’t, Chastity,” he said, his firm voice in direct contrast to the smile playing around his mouth and now it wasn’t only the bag I felt was daring me. I took a deep breath, pulling back the zip as he bounded from the bed, wrestling me to the ground playfully. I was falling under that spell again, but right now even Roman Hunter couldn’t stop me from finding out the contents of that green fabric. I forced the zip apart and my heart stopped in my chest, slumping silently on the floor, raising my eyes to his as my mouth opened in pure, unadulterated shock. I am not surprised it had hurt.

  “Jesus Christ, Roman,” I gasped as he gathered the fabric and shut the zip, standing up and staring down at me.

  “Why the hell do you have a bag of firearms in here?” I screeched, that small smirk playing again around his mouth as I just stared.

  “You’re naked, Chastity, and it’s extremely distracting,” he said smoothly, raking his gaze slowly over my exposed thighs as I teasingly covered myself with my hands.

  All thoughts that I’d made a monumental fuck up suddenly abandoned me as I melted under that gaze, gripped with intrigue and wanting more.

  “I’ll give you another peek,” I said as he grinned wickedly, “But first you have to answer my question, so I’ll ask again. Why do have a bag of illegal weapons in your bedroom? Me and my very bruised shin deserve an answer,” I said, flashing my eyebrows.

  “Business,” he said as a dozen thoughts flashed into my brain.

  “What the hell kinds of business are you in?” I shot back as he chuckled gently, moving back to the bed; the unmistakeable solid cock resting against his stomach was impossible to miss. Unlike me, he was doing nothing to try and shield his modesty.

  “Even my family know better than to ask questions like that, Chas, and it’s the only answer you’re getting. Either get back over here or get out,” he said as my stomach lurched at the cold brush off and I stared at him in utter shock. I stood and tried desperately not to respond to that delicious smirk that was hitting me right between the thighs. Smug bastard.

  My body was screaming for me to crawl onto that bed, but my brain wasn’t letting me off the hook that easily, and I was suddenly bombarded with another thousand thoughts. This man was seriously cold. He hadn’t felt it last night, but what kind of an arrogant dick would say something like that? This was wrong and I knew the others wouldn’t like us getting it on, as my logical brain tried valiantly to create enough arguments to shut down the pulsing between my legs.

  He was covered in scars and there were half a dozen weapons encased in canvas that were currently resting at my feet. Why the hell was I still standing here?

  It was as though he could see my dilemma playing out. I wasn’t surprised; he’d probably done this a thousand times before. He sat up, gloriously naked and I swallowed hard. “You know what I want to do to you, baby, so it’s simple. Do you want to stay or do you want to go?”

  I knew what I wanted and I could scarcely believe it myself. No man had ever spoken to me like this and got away with it. My body certainly knew what it needed and I could feel my nipples hardening, betraying my need as his mouth curved slightly, one thick quirked brow informing me that he knew exactly what was happening here. I might have lost my mind, but it didn’t mean I had to just roll over.

  I wanted to make a point, try to leave and have him stop me, but I wasn’t certain that he would. From what I knew of Roman Hunter, which wasn’t much, he’d probably just let me walk away. I was playing with fire, but I was relishing the burn, feeling more alive than I had in a long time. Roman held my gaze before running his the entire length of my body, leaving me shivering with need.

  “Frankly, when you speak to me like that, I want to go,” I said as his smirk broadened, moving off the bed and walking closer to me. My breathing sped up and I couldn’t drag my eyes away. He was stalking like a lion about to pounce as my stomach erupted in a flurry of butte
rflies, my heart pounding with an intoxicating mix of blissful anticipation and genuine fear. I bit my lip and waited for what came next.

  “No you don’t, but I’m not sure you’re ready for this game, gorgeous,” he said seriously as I swallowed hard at the dark look that washed across his features. I wasn’t sure myself.

  “You’d be surprised at just how easy it would be for me to make you stay, Chas,” he said in a low deep sound that fired up my insides and infuriated my mind.

  “Oh yeah, you might be surprised.” My voiced was laced with annoyance as he laughed softly.

  He was hovering over me and I could feel the heat radiating from his body, washing across me as his intense, burning gaze held mine. I ached for him to move closer, but he didn’t, teasing me with the intoxicating proximity as I tried to keep my cool. It was pointless, I couldn’t go, and it was written all over my face.

  He bent, trailing soft kisses over my neck as I took a sharp intake of breath. “One finger is all it would take to hold you in place, Chas,” he smirked, trailing his lips over my neck; towards my eager mouth as I let out a small moan involuntarily moan. Damn it.

  I closed my eyes as I felt his rough palm igniting the skin on my throat, the threat of him choking me unspoken, but undoubtedly there. Roman Hunter could keep me still with one finger. Hell, he could probably kill me with one finger. He was ex Special Forces and I’d heard the stories; they were legendary, and right now my body was letting me know in no uncertain terms that was undoubtedly part of the attraction.

  “You’d choke me? I’m outta here,” I gasped as his fingers grazed the skin across my neck and he chuckled deeply. He was dangerous and he was hard, thrilling me with the intensity of his touch and troubled blue eyes, teasing me slowly into a state of near ecstasy as I moved further towards the door. It was a half hearted effort. My body was enjoying his touch far too much.