Page 26 of Deny Thy Name


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“All of this is mine now anyway,” he said in my ear. “And I intend to touch every little bit of you, whether you want me to or not.”

I felt the bile rise in my throat as I imagined him raping me here, in Roman’s club. God. I didn’t want this.

I wanted to kick his ass.

I wanted to kill him for thinking he could touch me like this.

Suddenly, I was aware of a cool breeze coming into the stuffy room and then I was falling. I looked up, my head starting to feel a little better and that’s when I saw him.

Roman.

He was beating Paul with his bare fists. He was enraged like a trapped jaguar. Blood was flying everywhere as he lifted his fist again and again. I tried to call out but I felt lightheaded.

Then, as if all clarity came to me, I felt my vision become clear and I looked over at the bloody mess that was once Paul. I got to my feet, and stumbled toward Roman. He turned to face me, his shirt covered in blood, his fists bloodied and probably bruised.

I’d never been so fucking turned on in my life. He’d just killed the guy who was trying to rape me.

He’d easily done it too with no hesitation.

He looked at me, his eyes almost animalistic. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him toward me, needing his hands on me, his cock inside of me. He didn’t take long to respond.

He moved me back to the wall, his mouth devouring mine, as I ripped open his shirt and raked my nails down his chest. He hissed against my mouth, his fingers gripping into the flesh of my thighs. The pain shooting down my legs was irresistible. He shoved me up onto the bench with the sinks and pushed the edge of my dress up. One pull and my lacy thong evaporated in his hands. His fingers were inside of me in no time, gliding all the way inside. Two fingers at first, now a third. His mouth was on my neck, as I gasped at the tension his fingers were causing inside of me. He hooked his fingertips, and it felt like heaven. I leaned back but he pulled me back to him, his mouth crushing against mine again as I heard the unbuckle of his belt. His hands pulled my legs out further so he had me at a perfect angle.

He didn’t wait. He pushed his cock into me, stretching me in a delicious ache that I’d long since needed soothed. I ran my nails over his bare shoulders, digging them into the blades for leverage as he pumped into me hard.

I felt every ridge, every single bit of him as he fucked me against the mirror. The pounding from my back against the mirror made me think it would crack at any minute, but nothing would stop me from letting Roman have me. My eyes caught sight of Paul’s mangled face as Roman seemed to fuck me harder, my legs had begun to ache as he pulled out of me suddenly and grabbed my ass, moving me to the wall next to the sinks. His eyes were still so dark, an icy dark blue that sent chills down my spine, as he pushed me against it, lifting me up. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctually and he pushed me into again, all the way to his balls.

Fuck.

I groaned as he reclaimed my lips and began to pump into me harder and faster, an insistent need to claim me but he needn’t bother, I was his.

And he was most definitely mine.

No one was ever going to keep us from each other again.

I felt his pace becoming more frantic just as my own pussy started to tighten signaling my oncoming release. I dug my nails into his back hard, feeling his skin giving way as he hammered his way home. His thumb snuck in between us, rubbing at my clit. The friction caused not only pain but a sensation that I could only liken to an icy explosion inside of me.

My orgasm hit me hard, my legs stiffening around him, my toes curling inside of my shoes. Roman grunted as he followed me over the edge and pumped into me. He kept me up on the wall, leaning against my body while he recovered.

Roman

The door opened, and that was when I realized anyone could have just walked in on me and her just now. It was Gunnar. He looked from me to Jolie to Paul and back at me.

“Fuck,” he said angrily. “You have to get her out of here now. My dad is on his way and he’s looking for someone to arrest.”

I turned to see her, looking at Gunnar shocked. “I can’t go back to my family.”

Like hell she would ever go near them again. I’d burn this whole fucking city down before that happened. I grabbed her hand and led her out the door, stilling at the doorway. “Gun…”

“Just go, I’ll find you and we’ll have it out then.”

I nodded, knowing we truly would, but I would be happy to cop a couple of punches for the way I’ve behaved and treated him. He always had my back, and I knew that. He was proving that to me right now. I killed that fucker, in my club, and I knew Amir would know it was me. Jolie pulled at my hand and I ran her through the club and out through the back door that led into the car park that only employees used.

“Get in,” I told her. She did without hesitation and we sped off into the night. My heart was pounding hard as I tried to figure out what to do now. I couldn’t go back to my apartment. There were a few safe havens I had in the city but it would be a matter of time before they found us.

“Where do we go?” she asked, with real fear on her face. I was worried too but I couldn’t tell her that. Amir didn’t stop until he got someone to hold accountable. It was why he’d been such a successful sheriff, dealing with the city divide had killed the last two sheriffs before him. He’d been the only one who had been able to keep our father’s at bay.

“There’s somewhere I can hide out that no one knows about.”

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