He rolled her over onto her stomach and then forced her up onto her hands and knees. He kneed her legs apart on the bed and growled in appreciation as her glistening folds parted in front of his hungry gaze. He pressed his fingers back into her body, pumping them a few times. She moaned and arched her back, looking over her shoulder so she could watch every expression that crossed his dark face as he played with her. She loved that he couldn’t hide behind his normally stoic expression when he was with her this way.
She was surprised at how quick she got over her shyness about her scars with Roman. Even with Colin, who she knew for years, she hated getting naked in front of him. Before the nightmarish year after their divorce, she’d always insisted on having the lights off for sex. After the divorce, he wanted them on. Colin rarely mentioned the tiny white lines, but when he did, it was never nice. He made her feel like a freak.
Roman scissored his fingers in her body, making her instantly forget about the scars. He pulled his fingers from her body and quickly moved them up to her puckered ass. She moaned in protest and automatically jumped forward in a bid to slide out of his grip. She panted and watched him helplessly. His dark eyes watched her every expression as he relentlessly used her own juices to slide one massive finger past the tight anal barrier.
“Roman!” His name was torn from her throat, half protest and half plea. She didn’t know what she was begging for.
He dropped his head onto her ass cheek and continued pushing his finger remorselessly into her tight hole, enjoying the way she squirmed and cried out as he held her hips tight against his chest. Finally, he could go no further, his hand was flush against her red ass. She flexed around the invasion, making the fit even tighter and tearing a growl from deep in his throat.
“So fucking tight,” Roman snarled against her, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her skin, scalding her. “This ass better be virgin, mujer.”
Katie gasped and squirmed as he pulled his finger out and shoved it ruthlessly back in. “Yes!” she cried out. “Yes, Roman, it’s all yours!”
“Good!” he said, with a slashing grin. He pulled out of her and brought his hand down, in a quick, vicious slap that she felt in every part of body. She screamed and would have lunged away from him, except he reached out and took a fistful of her hair, holding her tight. “Every part of this body belongs to me now. From now on any man that dares to touch mi mujer will die a very bad death. You understand this?”
He continued to hold her hair as he positioned himself behind her, ready to take her in one long delicious thrust.
“No, Roman!” she yelled, panic edging her tones so he knew she was serious.
He stilled behind her. The air around them seemed to chill in the luxurious cabin and she quickly realized he misunderstood her. His fingers were rapidly tightening in her hair, threatening to part the strands from her scalp if she didn’t very quickly explain her sudden exclamation.
“I mean, yes I understand, Roman! Every part of me belongs to you,” she said quickly. His fingers eased. She was certain he didn’t even realize he’d been hurting her. Roman had never been vicious that way with her. Just intense as hell. “What I meant was, you need to use a condom. I… I don’t know if Colin was faithful to me… and I don't want you to catch anything.”
She could feel his tension as he processed her words through a lust-filled haze. She knew it was going against everything he felt for her and everything he wanted in their future. Then she realized that was the key. Their future. If she could make him believe she wanted a future with him then he would be more likely to comply with her wishes. Sadly, she wanted nothing more than to have a future with this beautiful man.
“Please, Roman,” she begged him breathily. “I need you to do this for me. I would die if anything happened to you. As soon as we get back to civilization we can get a doctor to check us both out.”
She saw the moment his clever mind figured out what she was getting at. That she was talking about having a future with him willingly. She also saw the struggle in his dark features. He knew she was manipulating him, but unsure of the angle she was playing. He also knew how much this meant to her. It was their constant game of cat and mouse. Would he let her win this one or would he just take what he wanted again?
After a moment of hesitation, when his hips moved of their own volition and she felt the crown of his large penis touch her opening, he jerked back and rolled off the bed. When she would have collapsed onto the soft quilt, he slapped her ass again. “Don’t you fucking move!” he snapped.
She stiffened her arms and tried to ignore the tremors that ran through them as she listened to him stride into the washroom and begin to search the cabinets. “Didn’t come prepared,” she heard him mutter. “Planned on taking my woman bareback. Don’t think that idiot fuck of an ex-husband of yours would cheat on your beautiful ass. Or that he could, even if he tried.”
Katie bit back a grin and glanced over her shoulder as he approached with a wrapper in one hand, rolling a condom down his penis with the other. “Damn good thing he kept condoms stocked or you’d be sucking a lot of dick before we got this thing to the mainland, baby.”
Katie’s giggle turned into a gasp as he leapt onto the bed behind her, went down onto one knee and shoved his cock all the way into her pussy in one long thrust. She screamed and clawed at the bed as she was forced to take the painful intrusion. She loved every second of it. She loved the way he read her body and knew exactly how much pain she could endure and dished it out accordingly. As if reading her mind, he took a fistful of her hair, forced her head back so that she was arched into his body and wrapped an arm around her throat cutting off most of her air supply.
Dizzy and dependent on him for both her orgasms and her life, Katie could feel herself flying high as he began pumping in and out of her body. She was helpless to do anything but hang on for dear life and choke in precious lungfuls of air each time he unflexed his bicep enough for her to take in a breath. Every time he cut off her breath she felt her body tighten and her orgasm build even higher than before. Every second felt intense and sharp, she was right there in the moment, with Roman.
“Oh god, oh god, Roman!” she gasped. “Please… please… need to come.”
“Yes,” he growled in her ear. “Come for me, baby.”
She reached down her body, her fingers brushing his cock where it plowed in and out of her body. She felt the latex of the condom and wondered for just a second if it felt any different for him to fuck her with a barrier than it did without. Then she pinched the bundle of nerves that would help her reach her own nirvana and allowed the beautiful rhythm that Roman was playing out on her body to carry her over the edge.
Her scream was silent as the ridge of his arm muscle flexed into her throat, owning her screams for himself and pulling her head back into his shoulder. As she rode the waves of her orgasm, he shoved her forward into the bedding. He pulled her hips back and rode her fast and fierce. She felt the sharp pressure of something pushing into her again and realized he was forcing his finger back into her ass. The breath caught sharply in her throat as the dual onslaught of a cock in her pussy and a finger in her ass sent her back over the edge of another intense orgasm.
A keening scream tore from her throat. She fisted the quilt and yanked it toward her chest as she helplessly pumped her hips into the orgasm while she soaked Roman’s cock. She felt him flaring impossibly wide within her. Her eyes flew open and she began to struggle in his hold. In that position, with her knees forced wide, his dick rammed up to her cervix and his finger bottomed out in her ass, she was positive she would tear wide open.
“Roman! It’s too much!” she screamed, tears pouring down her cheeks as pleasure and pain merged to toss her toward an even higher peak she didn’t think she was ready for.
“You take it all,” he snarled from behind her. He threw back his head, tendons straining in his neck and continued to thrust into her, twisting his finger in her ass until she finally slamme
d headfirst into the orgasm she’d been resisting.
Roman joined her, his own grunt of satisfaction mingling with her screams. He slammed his hips hard against her ass and forced her wiggling body to hold still as he emptied himself into the condom. Wave after wave of the most intense pleasure she’d ever experienced washed over Katie, followed by a calming blackness. She collapsed in a boneless heap, the last thought she had was a sense of disappointment that the walls of her pussy weren’t bathed in Roman’s seed.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Katie hid the syringe in the folds of her skirt, fisting it against her thigh as she approached Roman. She did her best to give him a beaming smile when he glanced over his shoulder. It really wasn’t that hard. He was utterly, breathtakingly gorgeous. Even out on the water he wasn’t dressed like a normal, casual guy. He went for the dark, shadowed look that gave sexy a new name. He wore black jeans that rode low on his hips with the same belt he’d used to hit her into orgasmic heaven. A black leather vest was all that covered his wide chest, leaving his rippling shoulder and pectoral muscles on display for her viewing pleasure. The back of his vest was covered in a large rust-red patch depicting a scorpion and the name Valdez.
He stiffened a little as her feet whispered along the deck toward him. She was probably the only person he would turn his back on. Sadly, she was the last person he should trust at the moment. She stepped up to him and leaned against his back as he steered the yacht. She pressed her lips against the tanned skin of his arm and peeked up at his clenched jaw. Tension vibrated through his big body. They were heading toward the mainland and he didn’t like it. She knew he didn’t completely trust her, but he was eager to start their lives together. Which included having sex without the barrier of condoms.
He would keep her under lock and key the entire time they were on shore, likely with the help of his boss and friend, Soloman Hart. After their checkups, she was fairly certain he intended to bring her back on board the yacht for a few more weeks until he was more sure of her feelings. Which was why she had to enact her plan immediately. As much as it made her heart ache to leave him after only one day – the most perfect day in her entire life – she knew she had to go. She needed to get her butt to Milan. She had to leave him before they made dock and he had reinforcements. At least now she knew where she was.
So, after pulling on a long chiffon skirt and pink blouse, she’d opened the safe and grabbed one of the syringes he’d stashed away. She was positive it was the same drug he’d used on her to get her on the yacht in the first place. He probably had more in case he needed to move her again and she was being uncooperative. Bastard. Well, she was about to see how much he liked his own medicine.
“Roman?” she whispered, raising her bright blue eyes to his.
“Yeah, baby?” he said, glancing down at her for a second before turning his eyes back to the open ocean ahead of them.
She took a deep breath and edged the needle up his back, threaded in between her fingers. It would feel to him like she was just rubbing his back when she was actually trying to get the needle closer to his arm. She didn’t know what the drug was. He’d injected her in the thigh, suggesting it was safe to go in a muscle. It would act quickest in a vein, but she wasn’t really willing to take the risk with his life. She would compromise instead and inject it in his bicep, closer to his head and heart. Maybe it would act quicker that way.
“You know I love you, right?” she whispered.
He looked down at her, studying her features. She hadn’t actually meant to say that. She meant to keep the conversation light so his eyes would stay on the water. But somehow, she couldn’t leave him without telling him how she felt. She was so focused on his face and the needle that she didn’t notice the arm he wrapped around her waist until he jerked her hard against his body, lifting her right off her feet and crushed her lips beneath his own in a kiss meant to brand her soul with his. She was so surprised she damn near clenched her fist around the needle and injected herself. Apparently, Roman hadn't known how she felt about him.
Finally, he eased his hold a little and set her back on her feet. His obsidian eyes pierced her with such sizzling possession she thought she would burn up on the spot. Certainly, she wanted to rethink her, admittedly, pretty bad plan where just about a dozen things could go wrong and have more mind-bending sex with this bronzed man-God. Alas, more lives than just hers were on the line and the clock was ticking. Her big boss puppet master was benevolent, but also murderous when crossed. He had a soft spot for Katie, but not so much for Roman or XSource. She wouldn’t allow others to get caught in her fallout.
Steeling her heart against the pain she knew was about to come, the kind she didn’t enjoy, she waited for him to shift his eyes away from her. The moment he did, she brought her hand forward and plunged the sharp needle into his skin, pressing the syringe down just as his razor-sharp mind realized what was happening. The hand that had been around her waist came up to crush hers in a grip so tight she cried out in pain. He tore the needle from his arm, her hand still clutching it, and looked down at both.
She watched his face as he stared at the needle. Tears pooled in the corners of her eyes as she watched rage and betrayal tighten his features. His lips firmed into a hard line, his jaw clenched and every line of his body tightened in denial. His hand tightened around hers until she felt the needle snap under the pressure. She bit her lip to keep from crying out again. She deserved the pain. She would deserve it if he broke every one of her fingers.
Finally, he lifted his eyes to hers. What she saw terrified her. He was going to kill her. She saw it in his eyes. He had never looked at her that way before. She was certain the only people that saw that look were the ones he escorted into death. She made a tiny sound, halfway between a sigh and a whimper. She wanted to be brave, but she didn’t know if she could. This wasn’t what she’d planned. Why wasn't he passed out on the deck? God, she wished she’d at least been able to warn Source before getting sucked into this mess. Now, her beloved hacker buddy would no doubt die a grisly death too, because she’d gotten them both entangled in the grip of a psychotic international crime boss.
Roman crashed to his knees, nearly taking Katie down with him. His hold on her hand weakened. She tugged a little and he let go. He scrubbed a hand across his face and then looked at it in disbelief. She stumbled back, staring at him with wide eyes as though he was a wild dog that could attack at any moment. She tossed the broken shards of the needle behind her while he shook his head and then looked around.
“Katie!” he snarled, searching for her.
When he saw her, he reached out for her, swaying. She jumped back. He brought a knee up and rested his arm across it.
“Don-don’t you fucking ru-run way from me, you little bitch. I’ll hunt you down. No matter where you go. N-no place will be far enough,” he slurred, trying determinedly to get off the deck, his dark eyes never wavering from his prey.
She shivered and continued to back away as he got clumsily to his feet. Every instinct she possessed told her to run from the angry drugged killer stalking her slowly across the deck, clutching at furniture as he neared her. But she couldn’t just leave him. What if he fell over board? She would die if anything happened to him because of her. So, instead of running, she slowly backed away from him, allowing him to get close without actually touching.
She saw satisfaction flicker in his progressively heavier eyes right before she toppled backwards with a scream. Arms flailing wildly, she felt herself enveloped in the bubbling water of the hot tub. With a shock, Katie surfaced to find Roman stumbling right in after her.
“No!” she wailed. “You idiot! How am I supposed to pull your giant ass out?”
Then her concern for his safety became the least of her worries when his hands landed heavily on her shoulders and he shoved her backwards into the steaming water. She screamed as he pushed her under. She wondered for just a second if he meant to drown her in the hot tub when she realized he had act
ually lost his battle for consciousness when he landed on top of her. She shoved herself out from under him and then frantically began tugging at his shoulders. Thankfully, she was able to get him onto his back.
“Oh my god, you big moron!” she yelled at him, pulling him toward the edge. “I had it under control. You were just supposed to quietly fall to the floor like I did, while I called my friend and then steered us to safety. Instead, you freaking hulk your way across this damn boat with drugs in your system and try to drown us both in the yacht-tub? I mean, this is taking obsession to a whole new level, don’t you think?”
She panted and moaned as she braced her feet against the edge of the tub and heaved, using every ounce of strength. Every time she managed to get him partway out, they would slide right back in together. She screamed out in frustration. Finally, standing up on the bench, she shoved her hair off her face and stood over him with her legs on either side of his wide chest. Pulling her arm back, she slapped him with everything she had.
“Wake the fuck up!” she screamed in his face.
His body jerked and his eyes fluttered open, long, black silky lashes sweeping up. His cloudy eyes immediately narrowed on her. He reached up and seized her by the waist, dragging her down into the swirling water until she was forced to straddle him. He tangled his fingers in the strands of her wet hair and brought her head down to his for a clumsy kiss.
Rolling her eyes, she sighed. “Trust you to have sex on the brain at a time like this. Okay, Roman, we need to get you out of here and I can’t do it alone. You weigh an absolute ton!”
He grunted in acknowledgment and let her wedge a shoulder between his arm and ribcage. Leaning heavily against her, he used the last of his strength to help her get him out of the swirling water. He stumbled hard against her, taking her down to the deck.
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