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“I love it when you don’t wear panties,” he said, sliding his tongue across my sensitive flesh.
I laughed, then gasped. Pretty soon I yelped, clapping my hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t shake the roof with my ecstasy. That was one thing about having close neighbors—we tried not to be too noisy. Didn’t always succeed, but we tried.
Roman made his way back up, jerking down his jeans before pinning my limp body against the wall and pulling my legs around his waist. His cock bobbed between us, slapping against the wadded up fabric of my skirt. This would be fast and furious, then later tonight in bed…
I gasped when he rammed deep inside of me and clung to his shoulders. He leaned back to search my face, not so lost in his passion that he didn’t want that connection with me. He nodded once and I nodded back.
“Karine,” he moaned.
“Come for me,” I urged, another orgasm building as he struggled to hold back. “I—”
Before I could tell him the words I’d been building up to, he roared and thrust hard, tossing me over the edge. I cried out and melted against him, only held up by his big body and the wall.
“Roman,” I whispered over the sounds of his rough breathing. He knew he was everything to me, but why couldn’t I tell him?
He grabbed me around the waist and carried me to our bed, where we fell in a tangle of clothes and limbs. We were silent as the evening set in outside our window and the room grew darker. I didn’t want to fall asleep without telling him and I rolled to my side to face him, stroking his stubbled cheek.
“I’m completely happy,” he said, his eyes drifting shut.
“I—”
There was a crash outside our bedroom and he jumped up, instantly alert. Someone was either in our house or about to be. Tugging his pants up, he tossed me one of his shirts which I tugged over my head. I swore, bringing his eyes to me.
“The gun is in the living room,” I hissed. We had grown a bit soft after being away from Bratva life.
“It’s probably someone trying to steal the TV,” he said. “Get on the balcony and I’ll take care of it.”
He nudged me toward the sliding door and turned to face our intruder. “No way,” I said, not about to let him go out there unarmed.
He scowled, just as our bedroom door flew open and my father burst in, waving a gun. Roman’s eyes filled with terror as he shoved me out the balcony door. Over the side I could see someone stalking back and forth on the street below, clearly staking out our place.
“Get inside, Karine,” my father called, and since he had a gun, I complied. I wanted to wipe that smug smile off his face but could only clench my fists at my sides as I glared at him. “It took me all this time to find you, so congratulations on hiding your tracks for once,” he said.
I wanted to say something scathing but instead of pointing the gun at me, it was aimed at Roman and my heart seized. Why did I hold back before? Was my husband about to die without ever hearing me tell him I loved him?
“Just let it go, Papa,” I pleaded. “You don’t need me anymore. We’re no threat to you.”
“On the contrary,” he said, neither his eyes nor the gun wavering from Roman. “Do you think I’ve given up on Miami? I found a new family to team up with me for the right price.” Now he turned to me with a leer and my skin crawled. It seemed I was once again for sale. “I still have money and sway,” he continued. “The Morozovs didn’t completely destroy me.”
“Dryga,” Roman growled. “If you think you’re taking her out of here…”
My father ignored him, his eyes cutting to me for the first time. “I can shoot Roman through the head and he’ll die easy. Or you can put up a fight and I’ll shoot him in a couple of agonizing places so he bleeds out nice and slow. Either way, you’re coming home with me, daughter.”
I didn’t know what to do. I spent the last month trying to deprogram myself and find my worth without it having to be tied to my father’s approval. He was just a stranger to me now, and an evil one at that. I found I had the strength to be able to tell him to fuck off, but before I could open my mouth, Roman lunged for him.
“There’s no way you’re getting your hands on her ever again,” he growled, taking my father down and slamming the hand holding the gun into the floor.
It fired, the shot going wild and sending chunks of the ceiling raining down on us. There was a commotion going on outside but I didn’t dare take my eyes off the fight in front of me, trying to find an opening to help without getting either of us shot in the process. I jumped out of their way as Roman smashed his fist into my father’s face and another bullet whizzed past me to shatter the glass door.
“Run, Karine,” Roman shouted, getting his hand around my father’s wrist to repeatedly bash it into the floor. He still wouldn’t drop the gun and I picked up a heavy vase to try and crack him on the head if only they’d stop rolling around.
“Go,” Roman pleaded, but I wouldn’t leave him.
With his gun raised, another man burst through the door, sweeping it back and forth.
I dropped the vase. It was over. At least I got one beautiful month with the man I loved.
Chapter 31 - Roman
