I brace my hands on his shoulders, riding back and forth on his cock, coating him in … me. His hard shaft slides between the lips of my pussy so easily, and it pushes up against my clit in all the right ways. I could come just like this, but I allow myself one truth in whatever this is I’m doing with Roman. I need him inside of me. I move back at his permission and wrap my hand around the base of his cock. My knees dig into the cushion of the chair as I rise above him. My eyes find his as I position him at my opening. His cock is so hot, so large. I know doing this might be wrong. Maybe that’s what makes it even better. Maybe nothing matters except this moment. I lower myself slowly onto his shaft. I stop when just his head is inside of me. Just that much, and I already feel how he’s going to stretch me beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. He may ruin me for other men. He might have, already …
“Fuck, Ana,” Roman groans, his hips thrusting up towards me as he sinks another inch inside. I gasp at the sensation as he sinks into me a little more. My fingers dig into his shoulders and the pleasure mixes with the sting of pain it takes to stretch around him and take him all the way inside. Once he’s seated deep, I hold still and just get used to the feeling of being stretched and full of nothing but Roman. His hand slides under my hair and he holds the side of my face again, his thumb brushing against my skin as he does so often. “You okay, pet?”
Okay? No, I answer in my mind. Right now, I want my first time with Roman to be about nothing but him and me, so I push everything else away. I squeeze my inner muscles around his cock instead, bringing the focus back to the here and now, to the only thing that Roman and I can share.
“I feel so much better than okay,” I moan as I lift back off his cock, slowly dragging him out of me, but keeping the tip, and then pushing back down. Roman’s hands bite into my ass cheeks. They’re not gentle, but even that feels good. No. It feels better than good. He’s letting me be in charge, but not letting me forget that he is the one really in control. This time when I rise and lower myself back down, I do it at an angle and moan as his hard cock scrapes against my walls. Over and over I ride him, losing sight of everything but Roman’s face, and the pleasure, and the look in his eyes. Everything else fades away. Faster and faster I get, lifting off and then taking him back in, pummeling my pussy with his dick—using him. I can feel my orgasm and it’s right there. I can feel it. I can almost taste it, but can’t quite reach it.
That’s when Roman takes over. “You’re so fucking beautiful, pet,” his hoarse voice tells me, and even that feels like a caress. He uses his hold on my hips to take over the speed and angle of my ride. I turn over control willingly. My hands move to my breasts, clutching underneath them and holding onto them tightly. He slams me back down on his cock hard, so hard it physically jars my body and heat swamps me. I squeeze him inside of me as tight as I can. My head goes back from the pleasure.
“Roman,” I cry out, feeling his dick so far in me that it’s pressing against my cervix. It’s painful but it also releases these shockwaves and ripples of pleasure inside of me that I’ve never known. I bend my body backwards, trying to stretch it to hold onto every sensation. Roman must know what I’m doing, or maybe he feels it too, because his bruising hold on me keeps me pushed down on him and then he grinds me against him. “Oh fuck!” I scream when he does it again.
“So beautiful, Ana,” he repeats. “Come for me. Come for me, pet,” Roman’s voice growls, but I’ve lost sight of him. I’m riding wave after wave of pleasure and my orgasm shoots through me. Roman pulls me back off his dick and then slams me back down. I straighten and concentrate on the pleasure and the ride, my eyes closed. Shock courses through me as his lips latch onto one of my breasts and he bites into the nipple. My fingers dig into his hair as his mouth works its magic. His fingers slide into my ass and press against the opening. He holds me still this time, but thrusts his hips up into me. I grind down and meet his thrust, turning just enough so he’s once again scraping my inner walls. That triggers a second orgasm which is so much more massive than the first. It sends wave after wave of pleasure through my body. I let out a long keening cry like I’ve never uttered before. I’m almost unsure it’s me. When I feel the heat of his cum flood inside of me, it does nothing but add to the pleasure. My eyes fasten onto him. His dark eyes grow intense, glowing and full of pleasure as he gives in to his climax. His hand wraps in my hair and he pulls my head down to him.
“Mine,” he growls. “You’re mine, Ana.”
His words feel like a brand, as hot and as heated as the cum he’s shooting inside of me. The tears come without warning. They fall unchecked as he takes my mouth.
I could love him …
Chapter Twenty-Six
Roman
“Damn it, Bruno, you better start getting it together or I’ll find someone else who can.”
“Got it, boss,” he says before shaking his head and leaving the room. I’m taking out my frustration on him. It’s not right, but that’s definitely what I’m doing. I’m so fucking keyed up over Ana, I don’t know which end is up. I’ve thought of little else since I left her this morning. That’s how fucking twisted in knots she has me. It’s ridiculous. It’s also why I’m looking at her lowlife piece of shit brother instead of working like I need to be doing.
“Why are you still letting me breathe?” he whispers, his voice hoarse. Not from beating. No. My guys haven’t touched him since I met Ana. No, the detox from the shit in his veins is what is killing him now. Quitting cold turkey when he’s this addicted is probably not wise, but I have the doctor on my payroll checking him out and Bruno or one of the boys watches him twenty-four-seven. I figure that’s more than he deserves and definitely more than I owe the fucker.
I have him chained to a cable like a damn dog. On his wrist is a tight cuff that’s attached to a steel chain. The chain connects to a link that’s on a steel cable. It allows him leeway to walk to a bed and then to a bathroom that contains nothing but a toilet and small shower. He has no shirt on, but his jeans are starting to look extremely dirty. In truth, he looks like hell, but he’s still breathing. You would think that’d make the douche thankful. I guess not.
“Ana,” I tell him and watch as shock slams through him. That describes it perfectly. It hits him with the force of a fist to the gut.
“How do you know about Ana?”
“You’ve been too high to notice before, Stevens, but I know everything. What I can’t figure out is how someone as beautiful and giving as Ana shares the same fucking blood as a parasite like you.”
“Oh yes. Saint Ana. Let’s all take a minute to bow at her feet. If we’re lucky, she might spare a minute to turn her nose up at us.”
His words turn me cold as I hear them. I don’t think about it. I grab the fucker by the neck, slamming him up against the wall.
“Do not say one thing against Ana. You’re only alive right now because for some unknown reason to me, she cares about you. Be grateful, motherfucker.”
“How did straight-laced, holier-than-thou Ana get hooked up with you?”
I apply pressure to his neck, squeezing until he can no longer take air. He brings his hands up to try and claw at me, his face turning blue. “She’s been putting herself at risk to try and save your fucking ass. Something I have a feeling she’s done her entire life. So do yourself a favor and do not mention Ana to me unless you can be a grateful fuck. Because I warn you, Stevens, one more bad word about my woman and I’ll cut your tongue out and feed it to you. Are we clear?” He doesn’t answer, but then he can’t. I ease my hold just enough to allow him a breath. “Are we clear?” I ask again. His fear of death must be larger than I gave him credit for, because his red, splotchy face nods in agreement quickly. A pity. I think I would have enjoyed cutting out his tongue. I give him one last shove. He doesn’t go anywhere because he is still against the wall, but it makes me feel better. Then, I step back.
“Why are you here?” Allen asks when he can talk again. His neck is red from where I held him and I fee
l a certain amount of satisfaction from seeing it.
“Since I’m letting you live, I thought it would be a good time that you and I come to an understanding, especially about your sister.”
“And if I refuse? You’ll kill me? You might as well do it now.”
“No.” I sit in a chair just beyond the reach of Allen’s chains. “If you insist on being a fucking idiot, I’ll do worse.”