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She tipped her chin back to look at me with wide eyes, still bloodshot from all the crying. “You’re the only person I can really trust,” she said. “Thank you for being here for me.”
Guilt stabbed through, but the delicate kisses she began to trail down the side of my neck soon made me forget. As she pressed closer to me, lighting me on fire with her eager movements, I forgot everything but how she felt and how much I wanted her.
Chapter 22 - Karine
Roman didn’t have to say a thing. I knew he loved me now, beyond a shadow of a doubt. When I found the detonator, it felt like claws were digging into my chest to rip my heart out, certain that my father was behind the bomb that had destroyed my home.
Roman had taken me somewhere safe and even made my worst fears disappear, proving that my father had nothing to do with the attack. It still hurt that Demian had somehow done such a terrible thing, but that pain could be dealt with. I could eventually come to terms with that, especially after Papa figured it out and had him punished. That would also hurt, since Demian had been a friend, but Roman would be there for that, too.
I’d never been so certain of anything as Roman’s love, and it made everything better. We were a team, driving around and making sure no one followed us, sneaking into a hotel like our own little gang of two. Nothing else mattered as long as we were together.
Once we were in our luxurious suite, all cool gray and white silk and linen fabric, with gleaming parquet tile floors under thick rugs, I had to tell him how I felt. Once it was just us, and I felt utterly safe again, I tried to find the right words.
Should I just blurt out that I loved him?
My tongue twisted and I thanked him for being there for me. Then I couldn’t resist him another second and threw myself at him, trailing kisses down his throat. He’d done that so many times to me and it always made me break out in goosebumps and go wild for him. It seemed to have the same effect, and he tightened his grip on me, one hand sliding under my shirt to smooth his palm across my lower back.
I moved to straddle him on the gray velvet loveseat, and he tugged at my hair until my chin tipped back enough that he could kiss me deeply and hungrily. I opened my mouth to him and ground against his stiff cock.
“Yes,” I moaned, rubbing back and forth. I wished I didn’t have the heavy, oversized jeans on, but I didn’t want to stop digging my fingers into his hard, muscular chest to get them off.
He seemed to read my mind and let go of my hair to drop his hands to my waist. A second later, he had the button undone and the zipper down, his fingers delving between my thighs.
“Better?” he asked with a smile that made me grind harder against him.
“Not yet,” I told him, jumping off his lap.
Shaking my head when he groaned, I let him know it was just long enough to shove the offending jeans down my legs, dragging my panties along with them. I kicked them all the way over to the kitchen area. He followed their trajectory, laughing when my panties landed on one of the leather barstools.
How were we laughing when our lives were in upheaval? Nothing mattered except getting back on his lap where that thick cock was waiting for me to ride. I was like a wild beast in a frenzy to claim what was mine. In the few seconds it took for me to undress, he’d gotten out of his own pants, and the thing I wanted more than anything stood up straight and proud.
I dropped to my knees between his legs and leaned over to blow out a hot breath across his pulsing shaft. His low growl of satisfaction made me smile, and feel even more savage. I wrapped my lips around the glistening tip of his cock, licking away the moisture and sighing with satisfaction.
“God, Karine,” he said.
Shaking with pent-up desire, I leaned back and stared him in the eyes. “Tell me what you want me to do,” I said. “The way you make me tell you.”
He laughed again, but his eyes were intent as he reached for me. His hand slid behind my neck to tangle in my hair. “You want me to beg you, little girl?”
I nodded. “That’s exactly what I want,” I said boldly. Hot color flooded up my cheeks and I added, “Please?” in a squeak that made him howl.
“Oh, baby, whatever makes you happy.”
Leaning over, he kissed me until I was limp, only held up by the firm hand behind my neck. “Suck my cock, Karine,” he said, low and rough against my mouth. “I need that so, so much.”
As soon as he leaned back with a smug look on his much too handsome face, I took him deep into my mouth, keeping my eyes trained on him as I rolled my lips up and down.
The smug look changed almost instantly. His eyes rolled back, and he groaned. “Worth it,” he muttered, stroking my hair while I continued to have my fun.
Soon, his leg muscles were tensing and his grip in my hair was almost uncomfortably tight. I wanted to keep going, but he grabbed me under my arms, sliding me up against his body.
“No,” I whined.
“Yes,” he purred, positioning me so I was straddling him again. “I need to be inside your pussy, Karine. I need to fuck that tight little hole, and I need to do it right now.”
I shivered, holding onto his shoulders as he gripped my hips and lowered me onto his cock. I was more than ready; I was dripping for him and I moaned with pleasure when he was sheathed deep inside me. Letting my head drop forward to rest against his neck, I breathed him in, tasting the salty sweat from his throat.
“Bounce for me, baby,” he said, releasing his tight hold so that his hands only rested lightly on my waist.
