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“I thought you didn’t do private dances,” I grumble, my voice hoarse.
Ana stops and looks at me, her eyes full of desire. Against my will, my hand goes to my cock, which is rock hard, and I grab it, squeezing it tight to try and hold the fucker back from coming in my damn pants. Not again. Not…
All thought stops when Ana unhooks her bra and throws it to the floor. Next, she slides down the barely-there scrap of lace that had covered her pussy. The lips of that juicy cunt are plump and covered in her desire, slick and wet to the eye, and I breathe in the scent of her arousal. What man could resist that? Especially when they know firsthand how fucking good it is.
“I’ll let you in on a secret, Roman,” she says, sinking to her knees between my legs. I don’t stop her when she starts undoing my belt. If anything, I widen my legs. She wants fucked? I can fuck her. Doesn’t mean I won’t send her on her way when it’s done.
“What’s that?” I ask, closing my eyes as she lowers the zipper and snakes her hand inside to wrap it around my dick.
“I didn’t come here to dance for you,” she whispers before sliding my cock in her mouth and devouring it.
Against my will, my hand tangles in her hair as I watch inch by inch of my shaft disappear in that sweet haven. She doesn’t stop, sliding down on my dick and letting it stretch her mouth. She takes me all the way to the back of her throat, only stopping when her nose is pushed up against the small nest of curls on my body. I feel the small puffs of air hit my skin as she breathes. She starts to pull off my dick, and I selfishly tighten my hold on her hair, not letting her, needing to savor this moment. Finally, I’m the one who pulls her off of my dick. My fingers so tangled in her hair, I know it’s hurting her, but she doesn’t fight. I drag her face up to mine, admiring the way her lips shine with a combination of her saliva and my pre-cum. They’re puffy from the rough way I moved her head on my dick. Beautiful.
“You want fucked, Ana? I’ll fuck you. It’s not going to change anything,” I warn her, or maybe myself. “You need a dick? I’ll give it to you.” I growl again before taking her mouth with my own.
Chapter Fifty-Five
Ana
I take Roman’s kiss, and it’s a punishing kiss. It’s a kiss full of anger, betrayal, and desire. I take it, even as his words wound me. His tongue pushes into my mouth, hard and unforgiving. I let him conquer my mouth, drinking in his taste. If all I get is this one night, then I’m going to take it and hopefully live on it the rest of my life.
When we break apart, we’re both breathing hard. He holds me prisoner by the way he has my hair. He roughly turns me so my back is to him, lifting me up on his lap so I’m forced to straddle his legs. His grip on my hair lets go, but only to be replaced by an equally punishing grip on my hip as he holds me suspended in the air.
“Is this what you want, Ana? Did you come here like a dog in heat needing my cock?” he growls, his words wounding me while at the same time sending my desire up another notch. There’s nothing I can say to him that will reach him. I understand that now. So be it. If this is the end of whatever we were to each other, there’s nothing I can do. So I give him the only words he wants from me.
“Fuck me, Roman,” I tell him.
He doesn’t answer, not with words. He growls out at me. His voice raw and untamed like a wounded animal and I can hear what he thinks I don’t. I hear the hurt and anger mixed in it. It’s not my imagination; it permeates the air around us. I did that. I betrayed Roman. I swallow down the wave of sadness inside of me and concentrate on the here and now. He thrusts me down on his cock, slamming into me with so much force that it feels like he might tear me apart. Fear hits me for a moment. I want him, but I can’t let him… I grab his hand from my hip and pull it up my side and to my breast. I knead my breast with it while rotating my hips and grinding my pussy against his dick. Soon, his other hand joins in and he’s holding both of my breasts while I ride him. I’m tightening the muscles of my pussy against his shaft, moving up and down on him and riding him in a way I know will bring him the most pleasure—in the way he taught me to ride him.
“You feel so good, Roman. I love the way you fill me, so big and wide I can taste you when you’re inside of me.”
“Shut up, Ana,” he growls, his hands punishing my breasts in a way I know will leave bruises.
“I need you, Roman. I’ve been so lost without you,” I tell him, my head going back against his shoulder as my body rides him faster, twisting my hips to the side so he rakes against the soft walls of my pussy. He’s so warm and hot, filling me so tightly that I swear I can feel the ridges of his dick inside me, scraping every nerve ending I have.
“You just needed fucking. Any dick would do, Ana. It’s just sex.”
“I’ll never have anyone but you inside of me, Roman,” I answer him honestly. “Oh, God, baby. I’m going to come.”
“Goddamn you, Ana,” he groans, but I can feel the way his muscles tighten. He’s getting ready to come too.
“Please, Roman, give me your cum. Unload it all in me. Give me enough to keep me warm even after you send me away,” I cry beyond the point where I can feel shame. Giving him honesty is so much easier when I don’t have to see him and can just let go and stare straight ahead, losing myself in the sensations he’s drawing from my body.
“Fuck,” he moans from behind me, his hands leaving my breasts to slide down my sides to my hips. One goes even further, not stopping until his fingers find my clit. He manipulates it and I cry out his name on a low, whining moan as my climax thunders through my body. I can feel myself coming all over his shaft as spasm after spasm shakes me to my core. My hands are biting into the arms of the chair as I lose myself. I hear Roman’s roar a moment later and then feel the first hot splash of cum inside of me, followed by another and another. I continue riding him through his own orgasm, unable to do anything but feel.
“I love you, Roman. I love you,” I whisper. “I’ll always love you.”
Chapter Fifty-Six
Roman
She’s destroyed me. I thought she had before, but I had no idea. As I’m left sitting here with Ana resting against my chest and the final aftershocks of my orgasm finishing, I know now. She’s destroyed me. The cries of her telling me she loved me are still echoing in my ears. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that? I give myself a couple moments before I pull her off of me. I can’t breathe. I need to distance myself from this. From her. She stands, almost falling. I stand up, zipping up my pants and needing to get away. Needing to get away from her body… Fuck, I’m choking on the scent of her.
“Roman?”
I can’t look back at her. I can’t. “I can’t do this, Ana. I’m not giving you an opportunity to betray me again. I’m not a man who does love. That doesn’t exist. The only instinct that matters is survival,” I tell her when I reach the door, my back to her.
“Let me in, Roman. I promise you I’ll make sure you never regret it. Please, don’t shut me out.”
My hand trembles with the need to give in. She’ll never know how much I want to do exactly that.
“Goodbye, Ana.”
“Goodbye, Roman,” she says, her voice hoarse with tears. I hear them and I feel like a bastard for being the cause of them. I am a bastard. I’m pushing her out of my life. When I found out about her betrayal, something inside of me broke. I
’ve always managed to be detached in life. Ana stopped that. Her betrayal nearly brought me to my knees and that is unacceptable. No one will have that control over me again. No matter how much I may wish it was different.
I walk out of the room and keep going. Allen stops me at the door, I know he’s worried about his sister, but I can’t talk to him. Right now, I don’t think I can talk to anyone. If I did, the only words I’d want to say would be begging Ana not to leave.
“Take your sister home, Allen. Make sure she doesn’t come back,” I growl, opening the door. When the night air hits me, it does nothing to drive away Ana’s scent. I have a feeling nothing ever will.
It’s over.
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Ana
Three Months Later
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“What are you two doing? I can’t believe you kidnapped me! Do you know there are laws against this?” I cry, my heart still racing in my chest.
I’m in the back of Roman’s limousine with Bruno. Allen is driving. Apparently, the mole on the inside of Roman’s business was Robert, and he used the maid Mayra as his personal spy. No wonder the bitch had it out for me from the start. Allen told me that a month ago. It surprised me, but I was glad that Roman finally knew who the guy in his organization was. I was relieved even though it had nothing to do with me anymore—which is why I’m panicked at the thought of being in Roman’s car.
I made a clean break from Roman. I even moved to Georgia to start my life over again. The last thing I need is to be anywhere near him right now. My hand goes to my stomach—my very pregnant stomach. There’s definitely no hiding the baby bump now. No, at almost six months pregnant, there’s no hiding. I pull the heavy coat I’m wearing tighter around me. At least Allen gave me this coat. I don’t know what he’s doing, but I need something to hide the fact that I’m pregnant from Roman if I see him again.
