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The kind of guy who owns an eighteen-million-dollar car.
“You ready?” Roman asked, and I shook off the awe. There would be time to ogle the foyer on my way out the door. Right now, I wanted to fall into the man, his voice, that fucking body. I wanted to worship at the Roman altar.
My mouth went dry, but I wasn’t about to let him see the effect he had on me. Yes, the house was impressive, but the way he owned it, standing there like he’d slid down those stairs with a blanket or a metal sled like I’d do down a hill in Maine, was what killed me. It was what drove the stake of desire through my body to my core.
“Yep. Lead the way.” I grinned, meeting his gaze. Hellyes, I was ready. I wanted his hands on my body. His fingers on my skin. His mouth. Oh, the things I wanted from his mouth. I wanted every single thing he’d give me, and what I had to take, Idamnedsure would. I could already imagine the battle for control.
His room was upstairs and to the right behind a ten-foot door he opened, then he kicked it closed behind him. The décor—dark wood, black-and-white striped walls and curtains—was decidedly more masculine, but I wasn’t here to take in the design trends. Or to admire the fixtures through the open door of the en suite bathroom. I was here to fuck the hot guy who made my motor run.
That was all I noticed before my back hit the wall and my hands were above my head. “Who’s in charge now?” he whispered against the shell of my ear, nipping the lobe before pulling back and smiling down at me.
I bucked against him, but he held on, and I stared into his mischievous blue eyes. “Do you want to talk about how fucking in control you are, or do you want to fuck me?” I thrust my hips against his, stretched my neck so I could reach his mouth for a kiss so potent I moaned, giving away too much, too soon.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you. Hard.” The growl in his voice matched the desire in his stare. I couldn’t look away, and my nipples hardened to granite peaks under his gaze. “And when I bring you to the brink of ecstasy, I’m going to make you beg for more.”
If he didn’t have an unbreakable grip on my wrists, still holding them above my head, I would have collapsed into a puddle of need.
“Shut up and take off your clothes.” I practically croaked as I forced out the words, but I wasn’t about to let him win. Not yet at least.
I thought for sure that he’d let go of my hands so I could strip, but he didn’t move a muscle. Roman rested his forehead against mine, pressing our bodies flush, and his cock jutted against my stomach through both layers of our clothes.
“You’re going to break me, I know it.” He spoke so quietly I almost didn’t hear him, but the words slammed into my chest like he’d shouted them.
After another savage kiss, Roman moved back and yanked his shirt off with one hand and then unbuttoned his pants. They pooled at his feet, and he kicked them to the side.
Fuck. He’d gone commando. His dick was perfect: long and thick, and just what I wanted—no,needed.
“You have ten seconds, Rylie.” His voice grated over my fevered skin, making it hard to even breathe, let alone think. “Ten seconds before I rip the clothes from your body.”
In my entire life, I’d never stripped as fast as I did with him watching me. My Mucks, my socks, and leggings. Then, for the second time, I pulled off my hoodie, shirt, and bra.
“Finally.”
In my head, I thought maybe Roman would be gentle, take it slow, wrap his arms around me, and make me his.
But no. He wasn’t a slow and gentle kind of guy. Thank God.
He wrapped his hand around the back of my head, and pulled, until I had no choice but to go with him down onto the bed. He moved me beneath him and used his knee to spread my legs until there was enough space for him to settle there. The entire time, his gaze stayed locked on mine.
“Tell me you want it, Rylie.” His voice went hoarse, husky, so deep and raspy and hot. My body thrummed with heat. Just his voice did that to me. His body might kill me. “Or tell me you want to leave. Either way, this is youronlychance to be in control.”
I didn’t need to think about it. I didn’t need to analyze the consequences or what would happen after. I would do the walk of shame with my head high and yesterday’s clothes, covering my—hopefully—overworked body. Later. Right now, I needed the relief he offered. While he watched, I brushed a hand over his chest, moving down to graze his cock.
“That’s not an answer.” Roman thrust forward, his dick pressing further into my palm. “Tell me what you want.”
“Yes,” I told him. “Is that what you want to hear? Yes.” I hadn’t ever been the kind of girl who responded to commands. But right now, if he said “Jump,” I was going to leap.
“Not good enough—not anymore. Tell me what you want.” This man did stern like no other.
My core clenched. I was tired of playing his game.
“If you’re not going to fuck me,Roman, I’m going to take care of it myself.” I uncurled my hand from around his dick and moved my fingers to my clit. One of us was going to get me off. And if it had to be me, so be it. I was ready to wage war. Ready to win.
“Not a chance,Rylie.” He mocked me the way I’d mocked him.
With a smirk, Roman thrust into me, deep, without hesitation.
Two things happened simultaneously. First, I screamed into the kiss he pressed against my lips. Second, the seams holding me together burst apart, and my body fell completely under his control.
