Page 8 of The Hitman’s Obsession

Roman lifts me, spins me, and presses me face down on the floor. I gasp as my cheek grinds into the dirt and filth. I should be horrified and screaming in protest, but a spark of bliss overwhelms me as he grabs my panties.

With a single hard pull, he rips them in half and tears them off.

I gawk back at him over my shoulder as he stares down at me like a wolf, eyes dripping with hunger. He grabs my ass with both hands and spreads me open, revealing everything. I feel the threat of shame, but it disappears instantly as I’m engulfed by the thrill of being dominated. Of being completely under his control.

Before I can react, he buries his face in my backside cheeks. I cry out when I feel his tongue, just as hot and strong as the rest of him, causing my entire body to quiver as he drags it up from my pussy—hole to hole.

I’ve read about things like this in my books, but experiencing it is something else.

Growling, he plants kisses up my back, sending shivers up my spine. Then he lifts my T-shirt up and over my arms. I’m now fully naked for him and not a bit embarrassed. In fact, I feel liberated. I wish I had been wearing more clothes just so I could feel him strip them off of me.

He grabs me roughly by the shoulder and twists me onto my side, then takes my breasts into his hands, kneading them, rolling my nipples between his fingers.

“Your body is perfection,” he growls.

A new feeling hits me in the gut, lighting me up from the inside out. My jaw drops, and my eyes widen. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Not even close. And I love it.

It’s praise. Real praise from a real man who wants me.

“No one else has had you?” he asks. “Right?”

I nod effusively. “No one.”

He moves so fast I barely see his hand dart in and grab me by the throat. I swallow hard, but he doesn’t hurt me. He holds me with just enough pressure to reinforce what I already know: He could kill me if he wanted to.

“No one,” he repeats.

My body is on fire. My pussy is gushing, leaving a puddle on the floor beneath me. I’m living one of my books right now, and it’s better than any one of them.

“No one, Daddy,” I whimper, pouting my lower lip for him. His eyes blaze. I shocked him with that one. I even shocked myself. But it just came out—came out of nowhere. And it felt right.

All of this feels right. It is right.

“You know I was watching you?” he asks, spreading my legs apart with his rough hands. His calluses scrape my skin.

Heat flames my face. “Yes.”

He tugs the zipper down on his pants and pulls them down over his hips. “You love that, don’t you? Turning me on? Having that kind of power over a man like me?”

His hard, massive cock unleashes itself from his briefs, snapping to attention like the strong limb of an enormous tree.

“Yes,” I pant, speaking my truth. “I want you to watch me more, Daddy. Do whatever you want to me.”

With a grunt, he spits on the tip of his cock and presses it against my hole. “Anything I want?” he growls. “And if I want your cherry? I can take it, can’t I?”

I’m drowning in desire. My heart flutters in my chest as I nod faster and faster. “Yes! Yes!”

He tugs his shirt off, revealing a physique beyond anything I’d imagined. It’s so perfect it almost looks fake. Bands of muscles on top of muscles, veins bulging, rippling abs, and a sculpted chest that would make any bodybuilder jealous.

My blush spreads to my entire body. I’m red all over now. And what’s more, I want him so badly it hurts. My hips grind forward on their own, like my body is trying to take over and pull his cock into me.

“You want your first to be with the man who broke into your bedroom?” he asks, pressing his hips forward just enough to spread my entrance open with his swollen tip.

His words are a drug to me, spiking my longing for him into the stratosphere. I can barely think. All I see is him. I want him. I need him. Somehow, I find the mental capacity to reply.

“Yes.” My voice is barely a whisper. Barely a gasp. More like a moan as my breath shakes out of my throat and I pin my eyes to his. He licks his lips and almost smiles. He’s tasting your pussy, I realize as my hands find his waist. And that’s when it happens.

Roman drives his cock into me without a single bit of hesitation. He’s not soft, he’s not slow. He just gives it to me. Every single thick inch.