Page 31 of Wicked Savage Cruel
We agreed to fun. No strings. No commitments. I’m not the relationship type, so hearing that from her last night should have made me happy. Instead, it made my blood run hot. It filled my ears with a roar and I took my anger out on her hot little body. I was the one in charge. I decided whatever this was or wasn’t between us.
I should wake her up and send her on her way as soon as this fucker leaves. It’s what I would do with any other girl. But that idea has me gritting my teeth.
If I do that, Henderson will just make another play at her. I’ll keep her this weekend to stick it to the asshole. Remind him that I can take any girl I want when I want. Yeah, sounds like a great fucking idea.
I step back inside and slam the door in Henderson’s face, not giving him a chance to respond. I can’t stand guys like him. He’s such a fucking tool.
Back inside, Dom waves toward the fresh pot of coffee. I wave him off. “Later,” I say. Because right now there is a naked woman in my bed and I have plans to do wicked, wicked things to her body.
FIFTEEN
Allie
Iwake to unfamiliar surroundings. Bright light filters in through the window. I close my eyes against the early morning rays as the scent of chorizo and eggs assails my senses. Mmmm. Stretching my arms above my head, my face still pressed against the mattress, I work out some of the lingering aches in my body.
Who’s cooking? Mom?I wonder with a frown, face still buried in my pillow.
That can’t be right. What day is it today ... Saturday? She’d be working at …
Then I remember she wouldn’t be working anywhere because she’s gone.
I’m immediately hit with a crushing wave of sadness. I choke on a gasp but before my grief can consume me, I feel fingers skim lightly down my back. A roughened jaw scrapes against my skin. Memories of last night and who I shared them with come rushing to the forefront of my mind. And when Roman rolls me over to my back, splaying my legs wide and teasing my body with skilled fingers, I arch toward him, immersing myself in the sensations of his touch as I push away the ache in my chest.
He worships my body and I drown in him. His taste. His touch. Breathing in the scent of sun, coriander, and musk that is uniquely him, it's as if I’ll die without him in my lungs.
When emotions threaten to bubble up inside of me, I urge him to go faster. Harder. And he’s all too happy to comply. Fucking me to the edge of orgasm again and again without letting me dive off that particular cliff as I cling to him, almost afraid for when I fall.
Each time I get close to the edge, he shuts it down until I’m a writhing ball of desire, unable to think beyond the need coursing inside of me.
He’s just as rough with me this morning as he’d been the night before only this time, he doesn’t mask his hunger. His bone-deep desire to consume me. It should scare me. But it doesn’t. I need this just as much as he does.
My orgasm is right there, so close yet so far away, when Roman slows down his thrusts.
I cry out in frustration, desperate for my release.
“You wanna come, vanilla?”
I nod, unable to form coherent words and I clench around him, chasing what I know waits just around the corner.
“Beg. Beg for it and maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you come.” His words are harsh, his tone mocking.
I bare my teeth at him, hating that he has this power over me. I shake my head, refusing to voice the words he’s asking for. I need to come but not like this. Not at his mercy.
His eyes narrow, a tick forming in his jaw as he slows his thrusts once again.
“Beg, baby girl.” He nuzzles my neck, nips my jaw. “Or I’ll leave you wanting.”
“No.”
Something deep inside makes me rebel against his command. To show him he isn’t the only one in control here. I know he wants me. This. Whatever it is. Just as much as I do. I can feel his need. He’s shaking with it.
With a snarl he slams his mouth to mine, our lips meeting in a furious kiss of tongue and teeth before he bites my bottom lip hard enough to make me gasp. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
I open my mouth to smart off but before I can speak a single word, he flips our position until I’m on top of him, forcing me to ride his cock. For a split second, I’m relieved. I can set the pace I want, and I do. I grind my hips against his pelvis and he thrusts up into me, driving himself deeper until, in three harsh strokes, he’s shuddering beneath me. I curse, knowing he came and not being able to do a damn thing to stop it. I grind up and down on his now softening dick and he folds his arms up behind his head to watch the show. But nothing is going to happen because his dick is getting soft and dammit, I still haven’t come. Fury thrums through me. I tighten my jaw and dig my fingernails into his chest as I push myself off of him.
He almost manages to hide his flinch. “Should have begged for it,” he says.
“You’re an ass.”
