by Olivia Deici
Chapter 22
Roman
It was like I saw her for the first time. I was suspended over her, watching this beautiful woman glow from her orgasms. My heart fucking beat hard in my chest, and it was like at that moment it realized it beat for her.
Fuck.
I was in love.
I loved Izabella Laurenti.
And I didn't want to run. It was the first time I actually wanted a woman and a serious relationship. I'd never met a woman who evoked that feeling in me. I wanted to be with her, possess her, share my life with her.
She was trying to look away, as if it was too much for her, as if what we had just shared hadn't just shattered her world as much as it shattered mine.
As if it scared her.
I wouldn't let her turn her head.
Hell no.
The sex we just had tore me up. It opened my chest and exposed my heart. My heart literally jumped out of my chest and into her hands.
And I'll be damned if she gets scared and retreats.
“Look at me, Izabella.”
I waited for her eyes to comply.
“You're mine.” I was still inside her and I rolled my hips. She moaned and brought her arms around my shoulders.
“Tell me again, until you believe it.”
Fuck. The frenzy was starting again. My cock was hardening painfully as if it had not just released a load into her. The desire, the wanting, they pounded in my veins in a tribal beat.
I ground into her. She groaned and her nails raked my back.
“Tell me.”
I fucking wanted those words from her mouth. I ground my hips more and more, and faster and faster, until we were both panting.
“TELL ME.”
I bellowed. Again, my body was on autopilot, rocking in and out of her. I couldn't stop my hips if I tried. Izzy was moaning and whimpering, carving my back with her nails.
“I'm yours.”
She gripped my shoulders as her upper body came off the bed. I pounded into her.
“Roman! Fuck, yes. I'm yours!”
I felt her pussy clench around my dick and I thrusted into her three more times before I roared like an animal. My hips continued to grind into hers.
And just like that, the desire reared up in us again.
We were two people possessed. Every time we came, our desire returned that much stronger. The orgasms we shared did nothing to tame the fever, but instead seemed to heighten it more.
I flipped Izzy onto her hands and knees. When I saw that ass, I grabbed it and pounded into her as if we hadn't already had multiple orgasms trying to cool the sexual frenzy thrumming through our veins.
I had her against the wall.
I had her bent over her bed.
I had her in the shower.
She went down on me, and her nerves told me it was her first time, but her mouth didn't give her away. First time or not, it was the best head I'd ever gotten.
The hot water was splashing down on us, and I blocked it with my back to protect her. The steam was creating an ethereal haze that was made more mystical by the beauty kneeled in front of me. Surprising me, she reached up and grabbed my hands, placing them on her head. I took the hint.
I gripped Izzy’s head and fucked her mouth. Her moans were vibrating around my cock, causing the most exquisite ecstasy. The grunts were ripped from my throat, and I was so high on sexual energy, I didn't know how loud or for how long my shouts of encouragement continued.
“Fuck, Izzy!”
My voice was raw, my breath ragged.
“I'm going to come. Move baby, before I do it in your throat.”
It was the only coherent thought I could express.
She reached up and slapped her hands firmly on mine, which rested on her head.
That message was clear, too.
Fuck. She was going to let me come in her mouth.
The bellow that was wrenched from me echoed throughout the building. I kept pumping her mouth as she kept sucking me dry.
I had to lean against the tile once she'd rendered every last drop from me.
“Oh, fuck, Izzy.”
I couldn't catch my breath. I looked down at her and she was looking up at me.
And the shit started all over again.
The pull, the magnetism.
It was carnal.
It was a fucking command my body issued, that I had to obey.
It was a need that pulsed like the blood through my veins.
I took her against the shower. The tiles were slick. The hot water flowed over us and the steam floated around us.
Let me tell you- nothing was sexier than fucking a wet Izzy in the shower against the wall. Her hair was drenched and beads of sweat and water slid down her face. Water splashing on her tits was fucking erotic, and my tongue and mouth were drawn there like magnets. Her moans and screams were magnified and echoed around us. The look of rapture that showed on her face was the sexiest sight I'd ever seen.
I was hard as fuck.
I took her three more times that night before the sexual frenzy that locked us in a spell dissipated enough for us to fall into bed together in a tangle of arms and legs.
Chapter 23
Izzy
My eyes opened slowly to the light that was seeping in through my window. It was brighter than I expected. My eyes found my cable box, which displayed the time. It was almost four in the afternoon.
We’d gotten to my house at four in the morning, and had an amazing time afterwards, that had, incredibly, lasted a few hours. Roman was a sex machine. He could go on for hours, and he did.
I wasn't blameless, though. I don't know what possessed me, but “possessed” was definitely the word to use. I couldn't stop my body last night, to save my life. Something gripped me and took hold, and that something wanted Roman several times, anyway I could have him. Once, twice, three times- it wasn't enough. There was no thinking involved. It was like our bodies were on autopilot demanding the other.
This was an anomaly for me. I'd never felt desire before, even with Elias. We’d had sex, obviously, but I rarely ever wanted to have sex. When we did, I needed lubricants. It was complicated with me. I figured it was a symptom from the trauma I'd faced as a teen- one that I didn't think would ever go away. It was something I'd come to accept- sex wasn't an important element of life for me.
Elias had been my first boyfriend at twenty-three years old. We met in medical school. I had brought a lot of emotional baggage with me into the relationship.
A lot.
Those were things that happened to me that had taken me years of counseling and therapy before I met Elias, and during, to overcome. Even by the end of our relationship, some of those bags remained, and more were added by his and Hannah’s betrayal. He'd said words so hurtful, they had caused me physical pain.
Maybe I could've handled his betrayal better if only cheating was involved, but Elias hadn't stopped there. In the course of our nearly six-year relationship, I'd opened up to him. He and Cari had been the only ones who I had ever trusted with the truth about my past life. Not even Hannah had known. To be fair, I'd known Cari long before them.
And when we broke up and I was angry at him for cheating on me with one of my best friends, he threw it all in my face as if I had nerve to be angry, as if I'd been the one who’d done something wrong.
He…
…Said I deserved everything bad that had ever happened to me.
…Said I was a spoiled rich bitch who now wanted handouts from him when I came from money, and “acted” poor. (I had been living meagerly to save for my clinic, but I never asked him for a cent).
…Said I was a “fucking cold bitch” in bed and that despite being a doctor, I wouldn't even recognize a dick in a lineup of pussies.
I had been floored. I had read him so wrong and I vowed to never make that mistake with anyone again.
That was three years ago.
For three years, I kept everyone except Cari, at arm
’s length.
And now there was Roman.
I expected jokes and ridicule about my sexual inexperience, but he'd only teased me by calling me a virgin. I guess, comparatively, I was. Elias and I only had sex a few times a month, if that. I had no urges for him, but had sex for him- not for me. I felt duty-bound. When I think back on our relationship, and I think of mine and Roman’s so far, it's night and day. It's like Elias was a candle, and Roman is Fourth of July fireworks.
What did I ever see in that man?
I was guarded. I expected words from Roman’s mouth that would cut me down and make me grip the counter to not fall on the floor like I'd done after Elias. Deep down, I knew Roman was different. I knew he'd never be the asshole Elias had been.
But after my history of betrayal, hurt, and actions that came from those who allegedly loved me, it wasn't easy to turn off my Pavlovian response. I cocooned myself to avoid further injury.
I mentally shook myself and stretched.
God I was sore but it was a good kind of sore. I felt fantastic. Calmness had settled over me, and it was so foreign, but also so desired.
His warm body was wrapped around me from behind, and he smelled so yummy. Some of his cologne lingered on his skin, and it pleased my senses. I was deliciously warm. My body was lazy and languid, and so very satisfied.
I felt his lips at my neck.
“You keep moving your ass like that, and I'm going to have to tame it.”
I laughed and wiggled again. He groaned and I echoed the sound when I felt his cock.
It was an amazing body part, so large and thick. The thought of it was making me horny. Again.
“You want some more, hmm?”
His voice was rough from sleep and so sexy.
“Maybe. Maybe last night wasn't enough.”
He laughed and kissed my neck. “Baby, I think it’s safe to say that last night, you had more of my come in your body than I had of it in mine.”
“Roman!”
I turned around and we were literally nose to nose.
“It's true. And it didn't seem like you minded, either. You are a screamer, Izzy.”
He gave me a smug self-satisfied sexy-as-fuck grin, that would typically accompany a high-five and fist bump had there been another guy in the room.
Roman shifted and I found myself on top of him.
“Here's one position we didn't try.”
He reached up and palmed my neck, bringing me down to his mouth.
“I haven't brushed my teeth.”
He smiled. “That makes two of us.”
His lips were amazing. Wow, this man knew how to kiss. Our kiss became carnal again. Our tongues wrestled and our hands fondled. He cupped my breasts, which were still sensitive from last night. He raised his upper body to tongue my nipple. I sighed and my fingers laced through his hair.
“Roman.”
He cupped my ass to bring me higher to his mouth. He went wild then. I kneeled over him to free his hands up, and one went to my breast and the other to my pussy. I brought my breasts closer to his mouth. He shook his head between them and that felt amazing. My hold on his hair tightened.
“Ride me, baby.”
I pulled back and looked down at him.
“I've never done that.”
His eyes didn't mock me. If anything, they grew brighter with desire.
“I'll teach you. I’ll teach you everything, Izzy.”
I leaned down to kiss his mouth hard. I positioned myself over him.
“Grab my cock, and guide it in you.” He groaned. “That's it, baby. Fuck, you feel so damn good.”
I slowly lowered myself onto him, groaning as he stretched me.
“So good,” I whispered.
“Move your hips, baby. You set the pace.”
We both moaned as I circled my hips. His hands caressed me there as I moved up and down.
“You're so deep,” I gasped, my head thrown back. His hand gently cupped my throat as I began moving faster, feeling him hit the spot I needed.
“Fuck, Izzy. That's it, baby.”
His voice was raw and hoarse. His gaze was locked onto me.
I looked down to admire his chest. His muscles had muscles. His tattoos covered his skin, and it made him sexier, if that was even possible.
Roman Zambrano was the equivalent of a wet dream for women.
I cried out when I felt my walls clench. Moving faster, I leaned over him and braced my hands on his chest. My loose hair fell around us, as my hips moved with a mind of their own. Before I knew it, I was rocking hard up and down on him. He was groaning and moaning encouraging words to me.
“Fuck, baby!”
My hips snapped and snapped, riding him hard. He began meeting me halfway, bringing his bottom up.
“Uhhhh!” I threw my head back and rode him three more times before my pussy spasmed around him.
“Fuck! Uhhh.” He shouted, holding my hips down on him and he ground into me. I felt the delicious stream of his seed fill me.
I leaned down over him, resting my head on his chest. He dragged his fingers down the center of my damp back.
“It gets better every time.”
I could only manage a murmur of agreement. Roman’s laugh was light and airy, as if he too, was too spent to do anything more than lay there breathing.
“Look at all we've been missing the last two months.”
He chuckled.
“It was for the best. I don't think we'd be where we are now had we done any of this early on.”
I looked at him with furled eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
The seriousness of his face intrigued me.
“Meaning, you have a rough past, Izzy. Deep wounds,” he said, sitting up. His eyes studied me. “Even though you don't mention it, I see it. And I wasn't going to open those wounds or cause you to have any doubts as to my intentions.”
I looked away. I knew Roman was perceptive, but…wow.
“Of course, I was attracted to you immediately, Izzy. Only a blind man wouldn't be, and even then, a conversation with you and he'd be crazy for you.”
My breath stopped. He wasn't even meaning to compliment me, but it came out anyway. In the little time I'd known Roman, he'd given me more compliments than I'd ever received my whole life.
“But I didn't want you to think your appearance was all that attracted me to you.”
“What is it that attracts you to me, Roman?”
He smiled and he was so damn gorgeous I almost forgot my question.
“Your intellect. Your honesty. Your ability to challenge me. I think I like everything about you, Izabella Laurenti.”
I was taken aback by his kind words. I braced myself, though. Every time he said my name, I braced myself. I hoped he never found out what my real last name is.
“The only thing I don't like about you is your inability to care for yourself.”
I scoffed. “What does that mean?”
“It means you should've had a guard a long time ago. It means you need to stop dealing with mafia families who want to fight over your building.”
“That again, Roman?”
I got off him and sat by his side. He leaned over, and gently thumbed my chin to look at him.
“And that's another reason why I waited. I didn't want you to think I was only interested in your building.”
I rolled my eyes playfully. “Hungry?”
His smile was wicked.
“I know what I want to eat, and you don't even have to go to the kitchen to cook.”
I laughed and squealed as he lunged for me and pushed me down on the bed.
Roman kissed a path down my body, and that was the beginning of mealtime.
Chapter 24
Roman
I felt like a a thousand bricks had lifted off my shoulders. I felt incredible.
And I owed it all to Izzy.
It wasn't just the sex. That was just a physical release- one that I needed badly, but it was the connectio
n I had to her. The connection we shared magnified the pleasure.
I was literally blown away last night.
She was cooking me breakfast now, despite it being almost six in the evening. I was making the rounds of her building making sure it remained secure.
My fucking phone, which hadn't stopped all goddamn night or morning or day, rang again.
This was another reason why Izzy meant a lot to me. She was the only one who didn't seek me out for things. Yea, ok, so I was providing security for her, and protection, but that was on my own initiative. She didn't want anything from me other than my company.
And that was a switch from everyday life.
The last few months with her had been so utterly uncomplicated. We spent time together and it wasn't forced. We went to the movies, ran together, and had dinner together. During all of that time, not once had I felt anything other than at peace. Just her presence calmed me.
Everyone else in my life wanted or needed me for something other than just for me. I loved my family, but all they brought me were problems. I had been under an enormous amount of stress from every which direction.
Pops needed clean hits. I told him I was outta that shit years ago, but there was always one damn exception that lured me back in.
Pops via the corporation need the buy-outs of the land surrounding Izzy’s building, ASAP. The Russians and Italians were coming- literally hauling ass to pick up more territory.
Marco was a fucking live wire. Trouble’s been finding his ass a lot. Rather, he's been finding it. There’ve been fights- and ones that were deadly to his opponents. They required cleanups. I didn't handle that shit, but I handled his arrests. I also tried to talk him the fuck out of his mood but that was hard when the love of your life was gunned down and those responsible still hadn't been made to pay.
Diego- well, at least he was found not guilty. He really had been innocent. Since Daniela’s disappearance and presumptive murder, he's hit drugs hard. He’s violent, but not quite as bad as Marco. Still, he needed me to bail him out, literally and metaphorically.
Carlos and Gabriela haven’t given me headaches.
Yet.
Gaby was off at college, too.