Then his lips were at my ear and he whispered, “Come on, Katalina. Who do you want?” His chuckle was evil, and then he bit down hard on my earlobe. His hands went everywhere at once. I felt him roughly shoving down my bodice to free my breasts. The wind cooled them as he heated them by pinching my nipples and then roughly rubbing over them with his calloused hands.
Our relationship was just the same, pain and pleasure always. He hit me where it hurt, asking me the questions I didn’t want to answer, and yet it was the most alive I’d felt for days. Rome had dug a dagger somewhere deep inside my heart, and I couldn’t dislodge it, no matter how hard I tried.
Bastian pulled back, his mouth glistening, but his eyes dull with defeat.
“What do you want, Katalina?” With the question, Rome’s hand went to his suit pants’ zipper, and I knew he was releasing exactly what I wanted. When he yanked the back edge of my dress up so that his cock rested between my ass cheeks, I practically screamed in frustration at not having him in me already. He pumped against my skin once and let out a string of swears.
“We have to stop,” I whispered. “This is too much.”
My eyes tracked Bastian’s expression as Rome’s thumb rolled over my clit, as my body welcomed the man that was supposed to be there. His middle finger slid right up into me where it belonged, and I couldn’t hold back the moan, couldn’t hold back how my nipples and body reacted.
Bastian’s hand reached out, but Rome’s low rumble at my neck told us both he was done sharing. His hand went to my throat and squeezed. “Get off this balcony, Bastian, and let Kate-Bait fuck her man.” His command was swift and filled with more authority than I’d ever heard.
His words echoed through the night. Maybe I was the only one who heard them over and over in my head, the way he hadn’t claimed me, but had submitted himself instead to my ownership. He might have owned my body, but he knew I owned his soul, that we owned one another.
Bastian’s dark eyes hardened, and he nodded at us. “She’s your untouchable, then.”
The word caused my muscles to tense as I stood before Bastian, skirt up and bodice down, wrapped up in his right-hand man, on the brink of a climax to rock my world.
Rome’s voice reverberated against my back as he answered the city’s ruler. “She’s something to us all. It isn’t that.”
Bastian’s eyes searched us both for a second longer before he spun on his heels and stalked off.
Rome didn’t give me any warning before he spun me to face the balustrade. He shoved me forward so my breasts spilled over for all to see and my ass and pussy were easily accessible.
He lifted the skirt of the dress higher, and his hands went to my hips, then my ass, as he rubbed the globes hard with his calloused hands. “I was getting nervous you would keep kissing him while I fucked you to prove a point.”
I rolled my eyes into the wind. Of course he was mad at how far I let the charade go. “You could have stopped it, Rome,” I shot back. I placed my hands on the stone of the railing without looking back at him and arched my spine a tad more just to piss him off.
His deep hum and the return of his dick to right back between my ass cheeks signaled I’d gotten the response I wanted. His fingers worked themselves into me again, and I moaned, wanting more, but so far gone I was willing to take whatever he gave me.
Then his thumb slid to my other hole, and I gasped as it puckered with the pressure he put on it.
“I don’t stop you from anything, Katalina. I’m just here to keep pushing you farther and farther down whatever damn path you decide to take.”
I bit down on my lower lip because my whole body was shaking, anticipating and adjusting to the idea that something foreign might slide into that virgin place. I’d never let anyone there, and yet having him rub a slick digit over it had me panting like I wanted him to.
“One day I’ll take this from you too. This body is mine,” he growled, and then both his hands were on the cement banister, anchoring him so he could pound into me so ferociously that my whole body pummeled the stone. I lurched forward, my tits bouncing in the night air as he hammered into me again and again.
I took each thrust in complete and total submission because I knew this was Rome unleashed, unhinged, and completely vicious in his mission to reach a high with me. He slammed into me so hard my hips scraped and bruised against the stone. It didn’t matter, though, because my whole body had been waiting just for him.
Rome and the monster that stirred in him belonged inside me. I was his home, his vessel, the place he’d always come back to.
Or so I hoped.
And when he did, he would be the only man I’d submit to, the only one I’d let fuck me over the balustrade of a balcony.
“I should have left you with him,” he grunted with each thrust.
“Just finish me off,” I begged into the wind, not sure he could hear me.
An evil sound much more menacing than a chuckle came from him before he pulled himself fully out of me. He gripped my ponytail right at the base of my neck and jerked my head around to face him. “You don’t tell me when, Katalina. You may own every part of me now, but I own these moments. Always.”
The truth of his words stabbed at my heart. If we owned one another like this, how would we ever disentangle ourselves?
He thrust hard into me again to prove his point. I screamed into the night as my monster took me and brought me to climax before I fell apart in his arms.
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