The Perfect Stroke

by Jordan Marie

  I’m confused, but before I can ask him anything, I feel hot liquid drip onto my back. It’s painful, but there’s a warmth that spreads through me. It brings out an elemental response in me that’s even more pleasurable than when he spanks me.

  “Fuck…” I whisper as another drop hits and runs down my side.

  “We’ll get to that soon too, Ana,” he whispers. “Very soon.”

  I watch as the wax drips down on Ana’s body, gathering in deep pools of maroon and then slowly hardening as her body cools it down. I watch in fascination as the wax makes color trails against her milky white skin. Ana is so receptive to anything I do. I never thought I’d be someone who decided to keep a woman permanently, but I’m going to. They’ll have to pry Ana out of my dead hands before I let her go. I put the candle down, not because I’m not enjoying the fuck out of our game, but because my dick is so hard, I can’t spend another moment outside of her. I reach under her stomach and pull her up on her knees.

  “Hurry, Roman,” she whispers.

  “Is my pet hungry to be fucked?” I ask her, my hand moving over her ass and up her back. I love touching her. I love watching the way my dark hand stands out against her pale skin. I let my finger trail over the hard ridge of the wax on her body. Satisfaction rolls through me. I love knowing that I’m seeing a part of her that no other fucker will ever have.

  “Yes. God, yes,” she pants.

  I unzip my pants. I don’t have the time to take them off. I need inside her more than I need my next breath. I push them out of my way and line my cock up with her pussy, pushing just the tip inside her. She’s so wet and hungry, that’s all it really takes. If I let her, she’d suck my dick in and this would end way too quickly. I take back control, holding my cock tight, trying to hold back my own orgasm. I’m that ready to blow. I use it to circle her pussy. Her juices are so thick, they instantly start dripping down my cock, coating me in… her. That possessive feeling overtakes me again and I know there’s no way I’m going to be able to hold back. I slide my cock back and forth against her pussy, letting the shaft graze her clit. The lips of her sweet cunt hold me in place as I let her ride my dick like that. It feels fucking good and I can feel the way she’s already trembling against my cock. My hands bite into her hips as I close my eyes and enjoy the way her slick, wet pussy moves up and down my shaft, branding it in her desire.

  “I’m close, Roman,” she says, her voice hoarse and full of need.

  I pull back, lining my cock up. I grab her hair in my hand and pull it roughly back. “Who do you belong to Ana?” I growl.

  “Roman,” she cries, but I pull harder, her head coming back further as I lean over her, the hunter towering over his prey.

  “Who do you belong to?” I growl, asking again.

  “You, Roman. I belong to you,” she whispers.

  Hearing the words I needed most, I thrust into her, not stopping until my balls are pushing against the outside of her pussy. Her walls close in on my dick, squeezing and fluttering all around it, signaling how close she is. I keep my hold on her hair as I pull out and then thrust back in. I fuck her harder and harder in a way that I know she’ll feel me for weeks to come, in a way that with every step she takes, she’ll ache and miss my cock at the same time.

  “You’re mine, Ana. I’m never letting you go. Mine,” I growl, using her hair to pull her head to the side and exposing her neck. I bite into her shoulder, not even thinking twice about it. I want my mark on her. I want to brandher skin with me.

  Ana cries out and her body shakes as her climax rips through her. She meets every thrust I give her, her ass pushing back into me. I’m doing my best to hold back, wanting this to last longer.

  “Come with me, Roman, please. Come with me,” she whispers, the effort to form the words causing her voice to shudder.

  Hearing her plead like that makes me know I’m a goner. I surrender to Ana, to everything she is and everything we are together. I may have marked her, but she marked me too, and though this mark might not be seen, it’s so fucking deep that I know she will always be there.

  She owns me too.

  “Roman, you didn’t use condoms,” Ana says.

  I’ve pulled us up vertical on the bed, but that is as much as I’ve managed. Fuck, I still have my pants on, though admittedly they are gathered about mid-thigh. Ana is on my shoulder, her back to me.

  “We haven’t been using those since the day on your balcony, pet. Kind of late to worry about it now.”

  “A baby would be a big mistake right now.”

  I’ve been actively trying to get her pregnant and I can’t even put into words how much I disagree with her. In compromise, I don’t comment. I kiss the mark I left on her shoulder and change the subject. “Are you hungry?”

  “Not really.”

  “Ana? What’s on your mind?”

  “It’s just been a long day, Roman, and I…”

  “What?” I ask, something in her tone alerting me to the fact that I’m not going to like her next words.

  “Roman? Do you know where my brother is?”

  My body goes completely still. How did I not see this coming? Motherfucker, Banks had enough time with her to fuck shit up after all.

  “Why do you ask me that, Ana?”

  “‘Why’ doesn’t matter, Roman. I’m asking you to tell me the truth. Are you the one responsible for my brother missing?”

  “The ‘why’ does matter, Ana. I’m asking you to tell me where you heard it and I want to know now.”

  She takes a deep breath, so deep I can see it move through her body, and then exhales with a whoosh as she moves to her back. Her eyes find mine and there’s something in those violet depths I’ve not seen before and it worries me.

  “The DEA have a file on you, Roman. They suspect you are working with the Russian Drug Cartel. They have photos of my brother in your club the night he disappeared talking to a man they identify as one of your security men. So, I’m asking you, Roman. Do you have my brother, or worse, did you have him killed?”

  She asks me these questions while pulling away and sitting up. Anger drums in my veins along with a healthy dose of fear. I haven’t felt that emotion in a very long time, but I feel it now. I can’t let go of Ana. I will not lose her. Not now.

  I growl, getting out of bed and pulling my pants up and securing the button to hold them in place. “Did Banks give you all that info?” Her head goes down and I don’t like that shit at all. She will not hide from me. “Ana. Eyes, now.” She slowly raises her head to me and the tears in them is enough to almost completely undo me.

  “Is it true, Roman? Do you have my brother? Is he… dead?”

  I could lie. The inclination is to do that. Ana would never know and I’d make damn sure that Banks never got near her again to talk to her. That might have been the wisest plan of action. It’s also the one that would allow her to escape me. I can’t allow that. I’m not letting her go.

  So I revert back to what my original plan was all along, the plan my stupid brain concocted after I first saw that picture of Ana. Use her brother to gain what I want: her. The only thing that has changed is that the stakes are higher now. I don’t want her in my bed for a week or two. I want her there forever.

  “I have your brother, Ana.”

  Her gasp fills the room and genuine shock fills her face. She grabs the sheet, pulling it over her body. That one simple movement speaks volumes and it pisses me off.

  I rip the sheet from her, throwing it to the floor. “You don’t get to do that, Ana. You don’t get to cover your body from me. Whatever else is going on, you gave yourself to me. You don’t get to take that back.”

  “You lied to me, Roman! I asked you for help in finding my brother! If I mattered at all to you, you would have been honest with me.”

  “What would I have said, Ana? Your brother was selling drugs in my club and pissing off the wrong people and jeopardizing my business. He had to be handled.”

  “Was he? Oh, God
… Did you kill Allen? Answer me, Roman!”

  “No, Ana. I didn’t kill him. I was going to, but then I saw a picture of this new dancer that had been asking questions to the wrong people…”

  “Oh my God.”

  “And I decided I wanted her. So he’s still breathing, pet. Rest easy.”

  “Who are you?”

  “The man you just begged to fuck you. That same exact man.”

  “Everything they said is true. You are a monster.”

  I can’t hear this shit from Ana. I’m used to being judged and I don’t give a fuck, but I can’t hear it from her.

  “Think what you want to, pet, but you’re still mine and you’re not fucking going anywhere.”

  She gets up from the bed, finding the sheet I threw down and wrapping herself up in it again. Her eyes are spitting fire at me.

  I must, in fact, be the monster she accuses me of, because I am hard as a rock.

  “You can’t keep me here against my will, Roman. If I want to leave, I will.”

  “Feel free, pet. But if you walk out of that fucking door, then I’ll have no reason to keep your brother breathing.”

  It’s a low blow and sounds so much worse now than it did when I originally came up with the idea, but I’m not about to back down, even when she pales and looks at me with nothing but hate.

  “How can you do this?” she asks, tears slowly falling from her eyes.

  “You can have the rest of the night to make up your mind, Ana.”

  “What? Where are you going?”

  “Out, but never fear, pet. As long as you’re in this house, your brother is safe,” I tell her, turning away from her.

  Fuck. This was not how I planned my evening out. It gives me one more reason to kill Paul Banks. That shit will be put into action tonight.

  I handled that badly. Fuck. I know I did, but I was blindsided and pissed that she was trying to hide from me. The trouble with being gone on a woman is you react with your dick and not your brain. If I handled my business like this, I’d be broke.

  “You look like you lost your best friend. Want me to buy you a beer to cry in?”

  “Fuck you,” I tell him, not looking up from my whiskey. “You’re traveling late, Marcum.”

  “I got a call from this bastard in Miami. Sounded serious, so I thought I’d come see him.”

  “Dangerous, in your line of work.”

  “Life’s fucking boring without a little danger,” Marcum says. I turn to look at him. He hasn’t changed much. A little gray around the edges, a few more scars, He’s got long hair that he has pulled back in a clasp at the back of his neck right now. He’s wearing jeans, his leather club cut, and cowboy boots. I respect the man. We might be different as night and day on the outside, but on the inside where it counts, we could be fucking twins.

  “How’s the fifteen kids?” I ask him, and he gives me the one finger salute. If you can say anything about Marcum, it’s that he’s a fertile son of a bitch. He has so many kids, he could populate a small country with nothing but his offspring.

  “Eight, asshole. And not bad. Even got a grandkid now. Max’s woman Tess had a little girl. Prettiest little thing you’ve ever seen.”

  “Hard to picture you as a grandfather,” I tell him honestly.

  “I’m fucking awesome at it. Hell, should have tried it sooner. Lot easier than your own kids, that’s for fuck sure.”

  “I wouldn’t know,” I tell him, taking a drink of my whiskey.

  “That job you wanted, that’s not going to be easy, asshole. That fucker has connections,” Marcum says, switching to business quickly, which is just as well since I’m not really in the fucking mood for small talk.

  “I’m not paying for easy. While we’re on the subject, I have another problem that needs to be dealt with.”

  “Jesus, you’re a needy fucker all at once. What brought on all this shit?”

  “A woman,” I growl, pouring more whiskey into my glass.

  “Say no more. Jesus, brother. Shouldn’t you have learned from my mistakes?”

  “She’s a good one, Marcum. She just comes with a fucking load of baggage.”

  “Don’t they all,” he sighs.

  “Trouble with Cherry?” I ask him, mentioning his latest squeeze. He’s kept this one the longest and she seems to care about him, but then what the fuck do I know about anything.

  “Cherry left.”

  “What the fuck for?”

  “Now that’s the question. Unfortunately, it’s a question I have no fucking answer for.”

  “Life would be fucking simpler if you could just keep them tied to the bed all the time,” I growl, draining the last of my drink.

  Marcum stands up and slaps me on the back with a laugh. “Amen, brother. Amen. I got your order in. Get Bruno to send me the particulars on your add-on.”

  “Will do. Where you headed?”

  “Anywhere my dick takes me, brother. Anywhere my dick takes me.”

  I shake my head and let him go. I’d like to think he’s a miserable fuck, but the truth is, I’m being led by my dick too, and at least Marcum’s will have a warm place to spend the night. Thoughts of Ana in our room covering her body from me with tears running down her face flash through my head.

  Fuck.

  I pull myself out of bed. I think I’m still in shock and I didn’t sleep at all last night. Mostly, I lay in bed reliving the confrontation with Roman. I thought I was prepared. I mean the DEA doesn’t send you undercover for nothing. I knew all along there was a chance that Roman did in fact have Allen, but after meeting him and the way we became with each other, it just didn’t seem to fit. How can someone be so good to you, be sweet and loving, and all the while be holding your brother to use against you—or worse, holding him to kill him? What does it say about me that I slept with this man?

  God, what does it say about me that I miss him even now?

  My emotions are all over the place and I can’t seem to get them in order. My mind keeps going back to the hostility between Paul and Roman. There’s more there than I know, much more than Paul will ever tell me. The man he makes Roman out to be, the man in the file the DEA has is not the man I’ve come to love—sorry, to care about.

  Roman has always treated me like I mattered. Then again, how well do I know him? I jumped in head first, led by a quest to learn more about my brother—and by hormones. Definitely by hormones. I need to see Allen. If I can see him, then maybe things will seem clearer.

  It takes me a few minutes to get dressed, brush my teeth, and look like I haven’t lain awake all night crying. I’m not sure I fully succeed. By the time I’ve finished, Roman still hasn’t shown. For all I know, he could still be gone. The thought of him spending the night somewhere else hurts me. Not because I think he went to another woman, it’s just… I want him with me. Even now. God, I am messed up.

  I walk through to the main room. Roman is sitting on the sofa, his clothes wrinkled, his hair a mess, and there’s an afghan thrown over the sofa as if he slept there. It’s stupid, but thinking that he has, somehow makes me feel better.

  He looks up at me when I stop by the sofa. There’s a look in his dark eyes… a heated look, and I fight against its pull.

  “Have you decided, Ana?”

  “I want to see Allen.”

  “I can arrange that, after I have your word that you’ll stay.”

  “This is crazy. Do you realize you’re blackmailing me into—”

  “Call it what you want. Your word. I want your word.”

  “Fine. I’ll stay,” I tell him, my stomach churning. I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I do know I have to stay either way… for now.

  “I’ll have my lawyer draw up the contract.”

  “Contract?” I ask, confused.

  “You don’t think I’m going to take you at your word, do you, Ana?”

  “Roman, I don’t have a law degree, but I’m pretty sure contracts built on blackmail are useless.”


  “You’d be surprised what money can do.”

  “Money and the right crook for an attorney,” I tell him, unable to believe he’s serious about any of this.

  “Whatever, it won’t be an issue, because you will stay.”

  “Roman, I think maybe…”

  I stop when he gets up and comes to stand in front of me. His hand goes to my neck and he pulls my face up to him.

  “You gave yourself to me, Ana. I told you I claimed you. Maybe you don’t understand exactly what that means, but you should.” His fingers trail down my neck, pulling my shirt loose and smiling. I know he sees the dark bruise that he left there when he bit me last night. Just remembering it makes a shudder of need vibrate through me. I know Roman doesn’t miss it when his lips graze my ear. “You can fight it, pet, but your body knows who it belongs to. It craves me even now.”

  I fight against the lure of him. It would be so easy to give in, to lose myself in him. I can’t. I need to keep my head straight. I should have been doing that a long time ago. I try to pull away, but Roman tightens his hold on me. “Roman, I want…”

  “I bet if I touched you right now your pussy would be soaked for me.”

  “Roman…”

  “Am I right, Ana?”

  He is. I can’t tell him that. I refuse to tell him that.

  “I want to see Allen now,” I tell him, my voice monotone, and it takes everything I have to hold my body rigid and sound like I’m unaffected. I know he can tell it’s a lie, but it makes me feel marginally better. His eyes lock with mine and I see disappointment on his face as clear as day for just a split second and then it’s gone.