by Dee Ellis
“Before me, what? Who am I?” Still asking that question, it seems.
“Oh, bella. You are everything. I came here to keep my word to people who matter to me. Never break my word. But I can’t... I can think of nothing but you. One look at you and you embedded yourself so deep inside me...” Roman grunts as his hand comes to the back of my neck and I’m suddenly tugged into his lap.
“Roman.” Not sure what I mean when I moan his name.
“Deeply enough I cannot rid myself of you. And I don’t want to, Rian.” Before I can explain all the ways this is wrong—and in plenty of ways, it’s wrong—he moves.
Roman crashes his mouth against mine and blurs the lines between wrong and oh-so-right.
Chapter Six
Roman
Tasting Rian is like breathing for the first time.
Coming to bright colorful life after dull and dark nothingness.
Rian tastes like sin and sweetness and I feed off her until I can breathe right. Twisting to stand, I lift her atop the table, shoving her designs out of the way. Won’t need those, anyway.
Sliding my hands up her calves, I push her dress out of my way. It suits her, the frilly, pretty pink, but I want beneath it. Despite her protests—that are sweet and adorable—she doesn’t stop me. In fact, she bends beneath me to let me step between her thighs and lie her back on the mahogany table.
Notching myself between her thighs, I grunt into her mouth when my cock finds just where he belongs. Unable to help myself, I thrust my hips to give us both some friction and her head falls back, my name humming from her throat.
“Bella,” I kiss at her throat, her shoulder, lick at her sweet skin, and mark her with my teeth, “I promise I am a good man. I want to be good to you. No one is wearing my ring. No one else will, either.” I don’t say just what I mean because all I can think of is having her.
Claiming her.
Marking her.
Owning her.
Flattening a hand to her chest, I gently push her back, bending with her when she goes. My fingers tear at the thin straps of her top and I groan when her tits spill out bare. Rian moans and arches herself into me, my mouth closing over a pink nipple, and sucking hard.
Beneath her dress my hands still work. I bunch it at her hips before my fingertips hook into her lace panties. Giving a tug, I rip them apart and her gasp makes my dick jerk. I love all her sounds and I want every single one of them.
“Christ, bella. Wet and soft for me. I make you want me the same way you make me want you, yes?” As my fingers pass over her wetness, her hips buck and I growl. Plunging two fingers inside her, I eat her moan as her tight cunt sucks greedily at my fingers.
Our tongues tangle as my fingers pump inside her. It’s not just a kiss. It’s a battle between us. My bella wants me as badly as I want her. But because of who she believes I am, she resents it. Her teeth nip at my lip, her tongue lashes mine, and she curses between moans.
It drives me fucking mad.
Stepping away, I whip her dress up and off before shrugging out of my jacket. Tossing them in a heap on the floor, I move back to her. Stopping me, she reaches out, fisting my shirt in her hands. I grin when she sits forward to lift it off, pressing her soft curves against me.
“I am not this kind of girl, Roman.” Rian looks sad and I hate it and the truth could fix it, but there’s no time.
“Only for me, bella. Exactly my kind of girl. Lie back for me.” Flushed skin and panting breath, she obeys me, lying back on the table.
Gazing down at her, my chest constricts. Fuck, she is so beautiful. For days, visions of her just like this filled my thoughts. My dreams. None of them did her justice.
Thick thighs and full hips perfect for my hands to hold on to while I move inside her. Soft round tits with pink puckered nipples and the prettiest slit of sweetness between her thighs. Rian is perfection.
And, all her perfection is mine.
Dropping to my knees, my shoulders shove her knees apart. My hands palm her thighs as I kiss a path from the back of her knee to her honey pot. Bending, I focus my eyes on her as I lick her slit top to bottom. We both moan as her taste floods my senses.
“Fuck you’re so sweet. Open up for me, I want to eat you up.” Her thighs lift at my shoulders and I do just that.
Taking my time, I eat her like the sweet decadence she is. Lap at her lips and suck at her clit until she screams so loud, I hope we don’t get an audience. I wouldn’t care—nor would I stop. Not until she comes on my tongue with my name on her lips.
“Oh... oh my god. Roman!” I suck her pussy into my mouth and spear my tongue into her tightness as she screams.
My hands work at my belt until I free my throbbing length. Stroking myself, I eat at her until her hands tangle in my hair and she starts to fuck my face. I pump faster at my cock, using my other hand to fuck into her tightness with three fingers.
“Oh! Yes! No. No stop! I’m.... Roman!” Grinning against her folds as she shudders with a powerful orgasm, I refuse to stop.
“That’s it, my bella. Come for me baby. Fuck I won’t ever get enough of this sweet cunt.” Licking at her greedily, I stand and shove at my pants.
“Roman... please...” Wild eyes gaze up at me as she pants, her hands reaching for me.
Clawing at my shoulders, she drags me against her, and I dip my head to take her mouth. Moaning as her tongue licks at my lips wet with her pleasure. Hooking my hands beneath her knees, I tug her closer as our kiss deepens.
Angling my hips, I press the head of my cock between her puffy pink folds. Growling as her heat welcomes me as if it’s my home—and honestly, she feels like my home—I touch my forehead to hers. Watching her eyes, I slip my hands beneath her ass to draw her closer.
“You’re mine, bella. All fucking mine.” Biting at her lips when she moans and nods, I thrust my hips to claim her.
Tipping my head back, I roar as I push past a resistance I don’t expect. Tears fill my eyes and I’m not even shamed to show them to her. Peering into her beautiful eyes, I settle deep inside her, kissing gently at her lips.
“Am I the first man to have you?” I know the truth but want to hear her say it.
“Yes. Never wanted someone before... please Roman. I know it’s not right, but I want you to have me.” Kissing her quiet, I pull out and push back in gently, gritting my teeth at how perfect she feels.
“Neither have I, bella. Never have I wanted another like this. I never will again. Only you, Rian.” I rub gently at her clit to ease her pain as I pull out and see the proof of her virginity coating my cock.
Soon gentle is no good for either of us. We become crazed. Clawing at one another as we hiss in pleasure with every thrust of my length into her tightness. I don’t ever want to stop. Ever. But I feel pleasure racing through me to the beat of her panting breaths, her racing heart. I thrust again and again until she screams and burrows into my chest, shaking with her orgasm.
Feeling her close tight around me, I push deep once more before losing it. I take her mouth in a brutal kiss as I come so hard, I black out. Still my hips move, pushing my cock deeper, further, wanting to sink my seed deep inside her virgin cunt. I want her tied to me and it seems so does my body.
Thoughts of her round with my child just make me hard again.
Smiling as I kiss at her damp skin and start to move again, I frown. She’s shaking still. Leaning away, my chest aches when I see tears streaming down her freckled face. I kiss them away, framing her face in my hands as I coo at her.
“Talk to me, bella. What is wrong?” Closing her knees, she shoves at my hips until I slip from her.
Stepping away, I watch her gather her dress around her. My eyes fall to her thighs where my cum drips from her. I fight the urge to push it all back inside her where it belongs. Something is wrong and my barbaric shit can wait.
“You are wrong. I am. This... this is all so wrong. Who the hell am I?” Pulling my slacks up, I tuck my hard dick away for now.
Fuck, she’s so beautiful and so fucking mine.
“You are not a good man, Roman. I don’t know why I let you... why I gave you what... go. Please go and do not come back.” Before I can catch her, she storms from the room and slams a door marked office behind her.
Well, I fucked that up.
I should have led with the fact that my engagement with Helena is off.
Although I still need a ring.
Because I plan to put it on her finger.
Chapter Seven
Rian
Shame and heartbreak make you do foolish things.
Call out ill from your own store.
Eat too many pretzels and drink too much beer.
Give your virginity to a man who’s about to marry someone else.
You know, the usual.
“God do they have to be so fucking perfect?” I throw a squeaky toy for my dog Root Beer, grunting with the effort.
Slamming my laptop shut, I swallow back another wave of nausea and tears. Photos from what I assume is an engagement party for Roman are everywhere. Can’t get away from them if I wanted to. Clearly since I went looking for Roman, I don’t want it badly enough.
“Too beautiful the both of them. It’s a bunch of bullshit, Root Beer!” Chewing on his toy, he grunts as if he agrees.
Tears sting my eyes as I reach for my beer, swiping them away. A week ago, romance was not on my radar. I planned to be single forever. It’s fine—I’m a strong, independent woman, after all. Own my own successful business, have good friends, a place to call my own. And of course, Root Beer.
Took one man to make me miserable.
Not before he made me feel things I never knew I could.
I slept with an engaged man... and I loved it. Every kiss. Every single touch. Every single press of his body against mine. And every stroke of his cock driving into me over and over.
Rushing away from him once I realized what I’d let happen, I locked myself into my office and cried like the foolish little girl I’d behaved like. I am better than having a torrid moment with a man like Roman Thorn.
A man who took my virginity as if it were a prize he wanted to claim.
Remembering how what he said as he took me, I wonder if I claimed his prize too. No way. No way had he meant he’d never been with someone. Impossible. No fucking way someone as beautiful, charming, and absolutely sexy as Roman was a virgin.
Be best for me to forget everything. Forget he said his engagement meant nothing and that he couldn’t stop thinking about me. I should forget that when he was deep inside me, he said I was his. It would be best to forget all of it.
Forgetting Roman is exactly what I need to do.
Too bad it seems impossible.
Knocks thump at my door and Root Beer goes into his protection stance. Here’s a clue—that means he hides behind me and yips for all he’s worth. No one gets past him.
Going to the door with him fast on my heels, I throw it open. And I nearly push it shut when I see who’s standing in my hall. Before I do, he pushes inside. I start to protest before I am lifted off my feet, my back slammed against the door.
Fear should outweigh everything else—a stranger just pushed into my apartment and manhandled me.
But it’s not just any stranger—it’s Roman.
“No more hiding away, bella.” Before I can argue I am doing no such thing—clearly staying locked in my dark apartment in sweats for two days is absolutely hiding—his mouth covers mine.
It’s wrong. God it is so wrong, but I am past caring.
Kissing him back, I clutch at him desperately. Our tongues tangle before I bite at his bottom lip, shaking when he growls and rocks his hips into mine. Lifting me up against the door, his hands tug at my sweats. Shocking myself, I join the party, shoving at his suit jacket and ripping his shirt up over his head.
Suddenly I’m bare against him and we both moan, moving against one another as if we can’t get close enough. Roman burns a path down my shoulder and throat with his mouth, making my thighs shake around his hips.
“Please, Roman...” I hiss when he presses his thickness between my thighs, his hands digging into my hips and ass.
“Ahh, my bella. Love when you beg for me. Makes me feel like a king someone like you wants me so desperately. Will always give you whatever you want, baby.” What I want is him inside me, no matter how wrong I know it is. My body doesn’t care about morals now.
“I want you inside me. Please.” Lowering my hips as I stare into his eyes, I rub my soaked sex against him, whimpering.
“Oh Christ. I will live inside you if you let me. First, I went two whole days without your taste. I am a starving man, bella.” Before I can ask what he means because I’m so foggy with desire, he moves.
Hoisting me higher against the door, he drops his shoulders to throw my thighs over them. I let out an animalistic sound that should embarrass me—but totally doesn’t because he earned it—when he licks me deep and slow with a flat tongue. Weaving my fingers through his dark hair, I hold on for the ride.
Takes just a few strokes of his tongue and a few sucks from his wicked mouth wrapped around my clit before I shake and scream with an orgasm that burns so hot, I’m sure it will leave me in ashes. Shivering as he licks lazily at me, my thighs slip from his shoulders before he draws them down around his hips again.
“Want your taste on my tongue while I fuck you. Need to taste your sweetness while I’m inside you.” Nodding numbly, I have no reason to argue his needs—they’ve done right by me so far.
We’re moving and he mumbles something about a bedroom. Oh right, a bed would be nice, I suppose. Kissing down his neck and sucking marks at his shoulders, I throw an arm out to direct him. Before I know it, I feel the pillowy softness of my bed beneath me as he pins me beneath him.
It’s dark out and in the shadows, he moves like a hunter tracking his prey. Swallowing hard, I realize I am his prey. Beneath his dark gaze, I feel beautiful in a way I never have. As his eyes rake over me, I don’t care about my thick thighs or my wide hips. He seems to appreciate it all and I feel like I should too.
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on. From the moment I walked into your shop... bella, I do not feel, taste, or even smell anything the same. You changed everything.” Looking away from his stare, I do my best to ignore what those words make me feel. How they echo everything he makes me feel.
Because I know, he will leave here again and go to someone else. Perhaps I don’t get a happily ever after or the perfect wedding I’ve planned for most my life. Maybe I just get these moments with this man. Right now, as he climbs over me, tangling our fingers and legs together, I feel like it’s enough.
“Don’t talk, please. I can’t stand it.” I don’t mean to say it, don’t want him to know how this hurts but he pauses.
“Oh bella, I promise I mean every single word. Trust I have so much more to say to you. Not tonight. Tonight, I need you.” I can’t ignore the emotion in his voice as he shoves my thighs open wide to settle between them. I want to pretend it means nothing, but as he holds my gaze and slides inside me, I can’t pretend at all.
For a moment, I think about our lack of condom use—sure I’m going to regret that. But as he laces our hands tight, pins them above my head, and whispers kisses over my skin, I forget about regrets. I just feel his weight against me, his lips at my skin and his raspy words in my ear, and his thickness sliding inside me over and over.
Filling me like my body was made for him alone.
“Mine, bella. All mine. Tuo per sempre.” Roman mutters words in Italian—words I don’t want to understand because they’re said with reverence.
Of course, I want them to mean something. I want to say words back that I never thought I’d get to say to someone. Words I feel down
to my soul as he rocks into me slow and deep. I say nothing more than his name; I chant it over and over as he makes me come again.
“Yes. Give it to me. Your pleasure is mine. Only ever mine. Open up and give it to me.” Throwing my head back, I shout his name as I come once more, shuddering as waves of pleasure pound through me.
When he stills, he lifts up to touch his head to mine, barely pumping his hips. Grunting as he fills me up, we both look to where our bodies unite, watching his sticky cum spill out over my sheets. Roman lets out a string of curses as he pulls out. I whimper when his fingers are there, pushing his mess back inside me.
“Condoms.... I don’t take anything...” I cover my face with my hands, heat burning up to my ears and down my chest.
“Good. You won’t be taking anything, either. No condoms. Come here, now, mi bella. Let me hold you.” Blinking at him in confusion, sure I should put up a fight at his weird demands, I say nothing. Again, I am sure I will regret all of this.
Snuggling into his firm chest, his hands combing lazily through my hair, I don’t regret it at all. Not yet. I wanted a fantasy wedding with the man of my dreams and maybe that was too much to ask for. For now, right or wrong, I have whatever this is, and I am holding on to it.
It’s no fairytale, but it still feels like some kind of fantasy.
Chapter Eight
Roman
Waking up with Rian in my arms is like some kind of nirvana.
Twisting her beneath me, I pull the sheet from her body and wake her with kisses I spread over every inch of her skin. When she stirs, I lock eyes before covering her pussy with my mouth. I eat her to two orgasms, every moan and plea making my cock harder.
“Look at me, mi bella. Want those pretty eyes while I’m inside you.” Like a good girl, her eyes swing to mine as I push inside her tight heat, gritting my teeth. Never knew it could feel so good. Doubt, in fact, it would have felt so good with anyone else. Good thing I saved it all for her.
