Page 67 of From Rome, With Hate

The tub is filled nearly to the top. Heavy wafts of steam emanate from the surface, coating my naked body. Rome’s hands roam across my skin, soothing every part. His hands glide across my shoulder blades, then down my spine before moving over both of my ass cheeks. I’m on full display for him, every part of me is at his disposal.

“Fuck. You’re too fucking beautiful for your own good.”

Rome used to worship my body just like this. I allow myself to feel it, however fleeting it may be.

“Fuck me, Rome.” I flutter my lashes at him over my shoulder. “Fuck me hard.”

“Still my wicked girl, I see.”

His words force me to face forward again, my heart erratic, its rhythmic beat shaking me to my core. I’m closing my eyes when a loud crack echoes in the bathroom, the sound of his hand meeting my ass. It stings my bare skin. Moaning, my legs tremble, aching to have Rome inside me. It’s been entirely too long since we’ve been like this, done things like this.

My pussy clenches, and I feel myself dripping down the inside of my thigh.

He reaches around me and grabs a fistful of my bare breast. The steam from the water has made my body damp. My legs are weak already and we haven’t even fucked yet.

I yelp, tossing my head back as he twists my nipple in his fingertips, deliciously painfully. My mouth falls open when heremoves he elastic band from my ponytail, then orders, “Give me your left wrist.”

I move my left arm behind my back, and Rome’s hand wraps around my wrist. The elastic rubs against it, twisting against my pulse point.

“Now the other.”

Swallowing around the bundle of nerves inside me, I try to steady my breathing. The tub is nearly full at this point. If I let go of the edge, I’m completely at Rome’s mercy. He has all the power.

Scared shitless, I remove my hand from the tub and push my right arm behind me. I whimper, fearing I’m going to go headfirst into the water only to meet resistance when Rome tightens his hold on me.

Pinning both arms to my back, he holds onto them with one hand while he uses the other to work my elastic into a tie and leans forward, bringing his mouth to the shell of my ear. “Did you miss this, Lark?”

I tremble. “Yes.”

He grins against my ear before he huffs a knowing, arrogant breath, then pulls back. He drags his tongue and mouth across my neck. It’s messy and not at all controlled. Then he lowers me closer to the water, holding me just above it. It’s now reached the surface, close to spilling over.

Slapping his hand against my pussy, he coats his fingers with my wetness and spreads it all over me. I snap my head back as a shock of pleasure shoots through my body the moment he slams into me. His cock fills me, driving deeper until he can’t fit any more. From tip to hilt, he fills me, tearing me in two.

“Don’t stop.” My legs shake and my toes curl against the tile, and Rome uses his free hand to grip my hip. He pulls out before thrusting into me again.

I moan, a wave of pleasure and fear washing over me.Fuck, yes.

My face is dangerously close to the water. I turn away from it, fearing if he thrusts into me again, I’ll be breathing it in. Despite the anxiety coursing through me, I can’t fight the pleasure of having Rome inside me.

Rome pulls in and out of me, slamming his hips against me, harder with every thrust. The knot in my belly and the heat between my thighs begins to unravel. My walls clench around his cock, and I feel myself getting close to my peak.

I’m breathing heavily, the end of my ponytail dipping into the bathwater that’s spilling over the edge, pooling at my feet, but I don’t care. Neither does he. He keeps going, focusing on the spot where our bodies meet. From the corner of my eye, I watch as his desire for me is written all over his face. It’s in the way his eyes light up at the sight of his cock filling me. The way his hand perfectly molds to my hip as he drives himself into me over and over.

My wrists ache, the burn from the elastic intensifying, but being with Rome like this breaks something inside me. I feel it dismantling.

“Tell me you hate me,” I pant, holding off my orgasm the best I can. My breasts jostle in the water as it crashes over the rim of the tub.

“Lark,” he moans as my walls tighten.

I face forward, my chin dipping into the water now, unable to stop myself gasping from the pleasure, which makes me swallow some of it.

Rome’s hand moves from my hip to my hair. He winds it around his fist, pulling my head back away from the tub.

“Say that again.” He slams into me.

“Tell me,” I strain. “Tell me you hate me.”

“I… I… ” he stammers. “I?—"