I wanted him to.
I lifted his shirt just a bit around my hips and straddled him. I shoved his pants down and let the length spring free.
No prep was needed for either of us. I dropped down on him hard, and we both gasped. My hands went to his neck for leverage. He flexed under me, meeting me stroke for stroke.
I squeezed harder and harder as I rode him faster and faster. He grabbed my hips and rammed me down on him over and over again. Later, I’d see the bruises where his fingers had imprinted on me.
Fast, hard, and untamed, I took the orgasm I needed. I dominated him and it. I loosened my hands and let air back in his lungs as I hit my high. My pussy convulsed around him as he gulped in a breath, and he came in me on his next thrust.
I crumbled around him, knowing this home on top of him, around him, with him in me, was the only place I’d ever really need to be.
He smoothed my hair up toward my bun and sucked on my neck, murmuring, “I’m scared I might want to be a prisoner in here with you forever.”
I smiled against him. “You’d get nervous sleeping next to me.”
He stiffened like my comment hurt him. “Why would you think that?”
I pulled back from him, slid off, and went to the bathroom to clean up. “Rome, you don’t trust anyone with your life. I bet you never sleep next to women.”
The idea of him next to another woman sliced through me. I reached for the matte black handle of the shower, and immediately, hot water from a large round showerhead fell like rain into the open tiled area. I didn’t give myself time to enjoy the luxury of it all. I threw the shirt to the side and jumped right under the water, closing my eyes to let it run over me. I wanted it to wash away the reminder that outside of these walls, Rome wasn’t as accessible to me and much more accessible to other women. They were less complicated, less tied to the family.
“I don’t sleep next to women because I’m not fucking other women.” He stepped in behind me and pulled me against his stomach. His hand went straight to my breast like he couldn’t keep from touching me. “You’re the only one I’m thinking about, so you’re the only one I’m fucking. We were past others after Bastian. Right?”
I moaned when he pinched my nipple and whispered, “Yes.”
“Don’t you realize the pull you have on me?”
My head fell back as he massaged my nipple. “We don’t have to indulge it.”
“This isn’t indulgence. It's obsession, Katalina. It’s you consuming me. It’s you bound to me. It’s your face on my mind since the first moment I saw you.”
He turned us toward the vanity and mirror. It was fogging up, but I saw his massive body behind mine, how his tattooed arms wrapped around me, how he focused on only me.
I looked up at him. “You’ve haunted me as much as I haunted you, Rome. You’ve been in the worst of my dreams and nightmares.”
“Then, I better find a way to make it into the best of them too, huh?” His head dipped down to bite my neck.
His hand trailed down my stomach and slid right into my pussy. The water droplets seared our skin with heat, the steam invaded our lungs, and my panting could be heard all around us. He hooked one of my legs up around his arm so that his fingers fucking me were bared to us both in the mirror.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured into my hair. “Fucking mine.”
I came at his words, at seeing myself so open and free and in complete ecstasy in his arms.
He let me ride it out and then got to his knees. He hooked my leg on his shoulder and told me to hop up.
“Rome, I don’t think I can keep going.”
“Baby, look at yourself in that mirror. You can do whatever you set your mind to.” Then his mouth was on me, and I held on for dear life. He ate me out like he was ravenous, and I like to think that appetite was for only me.
28
Rome
We’d eaten and she’d slept next to me for hours. I’d slept too. Like a fucking baby who’d been crying for weeks and was finally in a safe enough place to close its eyes.
It could have been that I’d locked the panic room. It could have been that I’d locked her in the panic room with me. Or it could have been that she was the only person I trusted to be by my side when I slept.
All of the above. Maybe.