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“Starving actually.” I kiss her forehead and let her go into the kitchen while I go to the alarm systems control panel. When I’m done, I find her in the kitchen cracking some eggs into the pan. She looks up at me through her thick eyelashes and I swear my heart skips a fucking beat.
She’s still wearing my t-shirt, but this time with a pair of sleep shorts underneath it. She’s so beautiful it fucking hurts and I’m salivating with need for more than just the breakfast she’s cooking up. Completely sober now I can trust myself not to lose control.
She moves around the kitchen like she belongs in it and for a moment I could see us here, married, her belly swollen with my child. I could see us living a happily ever after… but then blood coats the image in my mind. It’ll never happen…not because I don’t want it too but because I won’t allow it too. Sophie deserves better, more. She deserves a man that doesn’t kill to make his money, that doesn’t need pills to feel normal.
“You’re looking at me like you might eat me for breakfast.” Sophie’s eyes are wide and then she shakes her head as if she realizes what she just said. I step closer and watch her stretch and reach for something high up in the cabinet. I move closer, stopping once I’m behind her. I’m mesmerized by her beauty and enjoy watching how the shirt rises, exposing a little more skin than before. Creamy white skin that would look so much better with my marks on it.
Walking over to the stove, I turn it off.
Sophie’s head turns, and our eyes meet. “What are you do…” I cut her off, shutting her up with a kiss to the lips. With my body pushed up against hers I hold her in pace while I feast on her. I nip at her lips, alternating between hard bites that make her whimper and soft bites that make her melt. When I’ve had my fill of her lips I move down her throat, pressing a feather light kiss over her racing pulse.
Then I move down to her neck sucking at the flesh hard, leaving my mark against her skin. Impatiently I grab the hem of her shirt and pull it off tossing it to the floor at my feet. Sophie makes a small sound in the back of her throat…and it sets me off. I find myself mauling her like a wild animal.
I flick my tongue against her hardened nipple while kneading the other one with my hand. Her nipples are two hard peeks under my touch and when I pull down her shorts and her panties, I find her arousal dripping down her thighs.
With a primal hunger I run a finger down her slit and dip it into her soaked channel while I put pressure on her clit. She thrashes in my arms as if I’ve found her kryptonite.
“Oh god, Roman…” Tiny little pants fall from her lips, as I bring her closer and closer to the edge. I push another finger inside her, stretching her. Her legs start to shake, and when I feel her insides quiver, I pull my fingers out.
“Please?” She looks up at me with a frown that makes me smile. She has no idea what she’s asking for. I turn her and push her forward, forcing her bare chest against the cold marble countertop. She presses up onto her tiptoes to maintain the position.
“I won’t be gentle with you this time,” I announce, shoving my sweats down. My cock springs free and hangs heavy between our bodies. I stroke the angry looking bastard a couple times, hissing at the rough contact of my hand wrapped around my cock.
“Okay,” Sophie merely whispers, pressing her cheek to the cold counter, and for a second, I wonder if she can handle this side of me. I’d never really hurt her, but I want to be rough. I want to make her feel all the emotions she makes me feel. I want to fuck her until her heart is bleeding, until she can only ever think of me.
The need to hold her down and fuck her relentlessly consumes me. I’ve done far more for her then I would ever any other woman. I’ve been gentle. I’ve tried to control myself. Fuck, I’ve killed for her…more than once now and I would kill a hundred more times too, just to have her, just to make sure she is safe, but I can’t protect her from me anymore, and I’m done trying.
I’m done pretending to me something that I’m not.
“Tell me to stop if it gets to be too much.” I not sure if I’ll be able to, but I really fucking hope so.
I nudge her thighs apart with my knee, and she willingly spreads her legs as far as she can standing up. I line my cock up with her dripping pussy.
