by Rose Croft
“If I do it, I might tear them off you so if you want to salvage your clothes, I suggest you finish undressing right now.” He kicked off his shoes and yanked his jeans and underwear down.
I made haste in undressing myself, not ready to part with my semi-brand new jeans. When I glanced up, Roman was coming toward me with his cock wrapped in his fist, pointed furiously at me. He kneeled down in front of me stroking himself as he trailed his fingers over my slit. “Always wet.” He stared down in fascination as he moved his fingers up and down, then circled my entrance spreading my moisture around. He raised his eyes to me, and they were onyx like the darkness through the window. “Turn around on your knees.”
I rolled over, propping myself up on my knees and elbows. Through the reflection of the glass I watched as Roman ran his hands over my ass and spread my thighs wider. “Look at this,” he whispered as I felt him part my folds. “Such a pretty pink pussy. Open and ready for me.” I twisted my head to watch as he dipped his head down and thrust his tongue inside me.
“Oh God.” My head fell to the side, and I arched into him.
His hand slid around my thigh, and he stroked my clit. He licked and sucked ruthlessly while his fingers strummed me to the extreme until wetness was slipping down my inner thigh. Delicious pressure expanded in my core, and knew I was close to reaching that high. “Do you know how good you taste?” he asked as his fingers pushed deep inside me replacing his mouth.
“No,” I moaned out barely as I moved against him.
“Like fucking heaven.” He shoved three fingers deep inside me and I felt the hot wave of pleasure crash over me. I cried out as my body convulsed in sweet agony. When my body floated back down to reality, he pulled out his fingers. He wrapped a steel arm around my stomach yanking me flush against him with my back to his chest. Leaning over me he put his damp fingers on my bottom lip. “Taste yourself.” I froze, never doing this before but he pressed against my lips. “Taste how fucking sweet you are.” My tongue darted out tentatively as he pushed them in farther. It wasn’t a bad taste.
I heard his faint groan behind me as I sucked his fingers deeper. When I licked him clean, he encased my thighs with his pressing them together. His cock pulsed between my legs rubbing his length back and forth against my slick core. I was still sensitive and the friction between us was awakening new sensations.
“Roman.” I wiggled against his now slick erection, desperate for him.
“What is it? Tell me what you need.”
“Please.” I begged while he kept rubbing his cock against my entrance. I felt the flexing of his stomach muscles against my hips as he pulsed and swiveled, teasing me, torturing me.
“Please? Be specific, Theodora.” His lips were pressed near the shell of my ear, and I didn’t miss the smug undertone.
“Please. I need you inside me.”
“God, I need to fuck you now, Corazón,” he growled bending us both over as my elbows hit the leather.
The head of his cock invaded me, and I dropped my forehead biting my bottom lip. At this angle it was a very snug fit. “Fuck, Theodora. You’re so goddamn tight.” He thrust deeper inside. I panted as he stretched me. He exhaled harshly against my ear. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not.” I breathed out as his arm around my stomach tightened and he slammed all the way into me. I stifled a cry of surprise because I was filled to the hilt. He pulled out all the way and thrust into me again, just as savage. Over and over. Deeper and deeper with each pass.
“Do you know how good you feel on my cock?” His voice crooned with vibrations as he pounded so hard into me. His thighs slapped against my skin. So hard, the lounger scraped over the hardwood floor.
“Like heaven?” I could barely get the words out because my body was tingling.
He fucked me even harder if that were possible. “No. Not even close.” He hovered over me closer pressing my body into the leather cushions with his weight and gripped my throat firmly. The hand splayed across my stomach slid down to my pussy, fingers digging into me. “It feels like…” He jerked against me, his tempo more frenetic. “La muerte dulce. The sweetest fucking death,” he ground out hitting my G-spot at the same time. I tensed screaming out my pleasure as my toes curled succumbing to the most intense climax I’d ever had. Roman rushed out words in Spanish while I felt his hot seed spilling inside me. He kept pulsing like he couldn’t stop.
Finally, he dropped his forehead into my neck and kissed my skin murmuring words I didn’t understand, but his tone was soft and seductive. I would’ve collapsed if he wasn’t holding me because I was left immobile. Soon after, he lifted me up and carried me to the bed cradling me in his arms. “My downfall,” he crooned in a barely audible voice. My mind was too muddled to consider his words and my body weak. He pulled down the comforter and laid me down gently. “Get ready, Corazón, because one time with you is never enough.”
I woke up to the loud blaring of an alarm and tried to reach out to stop it somehow, but realized I was trapped in a cocoon of tan, muscular arms. Last night and the early morning events flooded through my exhausted brain. Roman had given me so many orgasms, I’m certain my vagina was numb. I nudged him. “Roman, I have class in an hour.”
I glanced over my shoulder as he popped one eye open spooning behind me and I could feel his erection nestled against my butt. “Good morning.” He kissed my temple and casually stretched out an arm behind him, and the obnoxious alarm was silenced. I tried to shift away, but he pulled me back. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I told you I have class and I need to hurry to my dorm so I can shower and change.”
“Fuck class, stay with me.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.” He shifted until I was underneath him while he had me trapped between his forearms. He pulsed his hard cock against my pussy. “This is serious, too.” I fought a moan still sensitive after last night. He kissed the tip of my nose. “You’re staying with me.”
“Are you going to lock me up in your room and keep me hidden away from the world?”
“I might. I hadn’t thought about it, but now that you mention it. Sounds like a good idea to me,” he deadpanned.
I fought a smile and my eyes darted to his broad chest running my fingers over the scripted words tattooed on his skin. La venganza es mía dice el Señor. I’d asked him about it the other night. “What does this mean?”
He stared down at my fingers and said softly, “Vengeance is mine saith the Lord.”
My hand froze. Fuzzy memories that I could never piece together were locking in place. The words were familiar, whispered ominously for my unfortunate benefit before being shoved into a pane of glass. Fear trickled down my spine. My nightmares were replaying in my head on a loop. I never remembered those words before. It’s like he set off a trigger. Was it him? Was he the one who tried to hurt me? Whoever it did, was about his height and build, and he was strong. But Roman took me to the hospital. He was at football practice that evening.
“What’s wrong? Your face is pale.”
I had to leave. I took a deep breath. “I have to go to class. Please, I can’t miss.”
His brows furrowed. “I was joking, Theodora. I wouldn’t kidnap you. At least I don’t think so.” He cupped my cheek, and I fought not to shiver underneath him. “And I know what a stickler you are for going to class.” His eyes roved my face with concern. “I’ll take you.”
My brain was in chaos. I didn’t feel that safe anymore, but I knew the only viable option was to allow him to drive me back to the dorm. I also didn’t need to raise his suspicions. Trying to control my nerves, I quickly donned my clothes and ran my fingers through my hair anxious to be alone so I could sort out my thoughts.
Stay away from him. He’s poison, Theo. That family will destroy you. Just like they tried to ruin me. My mother’s warning blared loud and clear. I also wondered whether that night finding Roman rummaging through my mom’s things was more tha
n him trying to get rid of all her prescription medicine. What the hell was he doing in there?
Theodora
Why did I feel there were more pieces of that night I couldn’t recall? I knew I’d lost a lot of blood and fell unconscious. My mom had never spoken to me about it. It was almost as though she’d erased it from her memory. Any time I would bring it up, she would tell me it was better to forget about it.
Roman told me the local sheriff came out to the house to investigate, but it was written off as an attempted robbery that went wrong. They assumed the perpetrators took off whenever the glass shattered. Even my mother said whoever they were ran off into the wooded area of the vast Martinez property. Roman, Antoni, and his father were also questioned about their whereabouts. Their stories checked out and were verified.
I’d recounted to Roman what happened so many times in the past whenever I couldn’t sleep and he’d hold me and listen, giving me comfort. Vowing he’d find out who did this, assuring me it would never happen again. Never did I consider that Roman could’ve been involved in this. Until now.
I rubbed my temple and returned to my room after classes. I had a few hours before I had to do an evening shift at the pub. When I keyed into my room, set my things on my desk, and kicked back on my bed, I willed my brain to shut down. As my eyes closed, the door crashed open, and Kenzie rushed in red faced saying the words, “That’s it. I’m over him.” She threw her bags on the bed and hung her head in her hands taking some deep breaths. When she calmed, she twisted her head stroking the space between her brows. “I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there.”
I kicked my feet over the side and sat up. “What happened?”
“Justin’s a liar and an asshole.” She huffed. “I’m the idiot because I knew the first time it happened, but I didn’t want to believe it.”
“He cheated on you?”
She nodded with her lips flattened. “The weekend of the frat party.”
Which one? I wondered, since there was a party every weekend. But I didn’t ask.
“It happened a few weeks ago.” Kenzie pinched her nose. “It was a packed party, and I was downstairs in his house having drinks and dancing with friends. Justin had been gone for at least thirty minutes. I searched around looking for him and as I went upstairs to his room, he stepped out with another girl. I was drunk at the time, and he denied it telling me he’d only let her in his room to use the bathroom. I knew he was lying, and I ended up sleeping on the couch downstairs. He’d tried to convince me all night he didn’t cheat.”
“Oh, Kenzie. I’m sorry.”
“I am too. I wouldn’t speak to him and didn’t for several days, although he called and texted every night telling me how much he loved me. He even had Will, one of his fraternity brothers, waiting for me after class one day to vouch for him.” She closed her eyes in resignation and ran her hands through her hair. “I was questioning myself beginning to think I had judged him wrong, and Justin was so persistent. He’d leave me messages every day. It was that Thursday before Taylor’s party when Justin came to my door telling me how miserable he was and how he couldn’t focus on anything because all he thought about was me.”
She blew out a heavy breath. “Stupid me because I’d been so hurt about it too, and devastated, and wanted to believe his words. I wanted to be with him and gave him another chance. So, when he asked me to go with him to Taylor’s, I did.” She groaned and scrubbed her eyes. “I’m such an idiot. I found out he fucked another girl that night, at Taylor’s party. In her fucking bathroom of all places. Here’s the kicker…she’s in our Western Civilization class and sat next to us every day. She acted like we were friends. Gah! How stupid can someone be?” She pointed her index finger into her chest. “This girl!”
My heart went out to her. Hell, I was sleeping with someone who might’ve tried to kill me, and was apparently using me for some unknown reason. What did I have or my mother that Roman was obviously after? I shook off my thoughts. “You’re not stupid, Kenzie. Like you said Justin’s a piece of shit, and if he doesn’t realize what a beautiful person you are inside and out, then he’s a douchebag. Screw him. You’re better off without him.”
“I know. In my head, I know. It just hurts. So bad.”
I knew the feeling. My heart hurt too. I was so cautious of Roman and promised myself to never let him wreck me again. I’d shoved my feelings down in a vault long ago with a lock and key, but lately with what he’d said and shown me, I let my guard down. Trust me. He’d said it several times much like a mantra if I’d heard it enough, it would brainwash me. I should’ve known his hate and revenge would catch up to me. I should’ve known by the way his family looked at me like I was nothing. In the end, I should’ve known better.
Regardless, I stood up and walked over to my roomie wrapping my arms around her shoulder. She’d always been the one to bring me out of my shell and give me words of encouragement. I wanted to be there for her. “You’re going to get through this, Kenz,” I reassured her. Not just for her, but for myself too.
A few nights later, after a shift at the restaurant, I walked out to the back parking lot to my car. It was late, almost midnight, and there were only a few cars around probably Chris’ and some other employees. A lone telephone pole leaning pathetically with a lamplight was the only illumination in the area.
The central Texas evening was mild, by no means cold, but I shivered regardless and sped up my pace. I clicked on the key of my old white beaten down Corolla unlocking the door. As I pulled the door handle, I was crowded from behind and a hand landed on my door keeping it closed.
I panicked and screamed before my mouth was covered. “It’s just me.” A deep, familiar voice whispered in my ear. Unease scrambled through my nerves, but I stilled. He twisted me around.
I took a deep breath and said as calmly as possible, “You scared me.”
“I didn’t mean too.” Roman shrugged as he stared. “You haven’t answered my calls or texts.”
“I’ve been busy.”
He tilted his head studying me like a human lie detector, but eventually glanced around. “I don’t like you being alone here at night. Something could happen.”
“I’m fine,” I answered.
“You’re avoiding me,” he reiterated. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing. It’s late. I have to study.” I turned to my car and he pulled me back.
“Nuh-uh. You’re lying again, Theodora.” He kept a firm grip on my arm.
I glanced around, seeing no one. I was somewhat apprehensive being left alone with him. However, would he really try to kill me and then save me? I placed my clammy palm on my forehead trying to calm myself. “That night, Roman. When I was…” Almost killed. “Injured. Tell me again what you saw?”
His eyes narrowed with brows drawn, clearly caught off-guard by the question. “I told you. I came home from football practice and found you barely moving in a pool of blood on the floor unconscious. I wrapped your arm in a towel and took you to the hospital because I didn’t think an ambulance would make it in time.”
“You didn’t see anyone else around?”
He shook his head slowly as his eyes never left mine. He looked haunted like that night had messed him up too. “No. I wanted to go on a search, go after those fuckers who did this, but there was no time, and I feared the worst. I thought I was going to lose you that night. I couldn’t lose you.”
His words gave me pause, but I dwelled on the menacing threat I’d heard that night. “Are you lying to me?”
“What the actual fuck, Theodora?”
“Did you do it?”
“Where is this coming from?”
“What were you doing in my mother’s room?”
“Do you hear what you’re saying?” He exhaled. “You’re accusing me of trying to…” He watched me like I had a loose screw in my head. “I would never do that. Jesus, you are everyth—”
“Vengeance is mine saith the Lord. Those were the last words I hear
d before I was shoved through the pane of glass.”
“You never told me that.”
I laughed without humor. “I didn’t remember it until you told me the meaning of your tattoo. Your words triggered my memory. What a coincidence, huh? The voice even sounded like yours come to think of it. Your build the same as the—”
“You really think I’d try to hurt you?” His voice rose as his anger erupted. He was furious. “I fucking protected you. I would’ve done anything for you.”
“Why were you in my mother’s room last week? Don’t tell me it was because you were concerned about her pill addiction.”
“What exactly are you implying?” he questioned with a calmness that oddly incited chaos inside me.
“I don’t trust you. I think you’re a liar, and most of all, I think you’re out for revenge.”
“That’s what you think.” His words were stated slowly, calculated. I didn’t know what to think. My mind was conflicted because I wanted to believe him. Every instinct inside of me rejected the idea he would try to harm me. Every other sense in me was still questioning his motives too.
I jutted my chin out. “Stop talking in circles and tell me the truth.”
He yanked me to him as his eyes never left mine. “You want the truth?” He leaned into me with his dead-eye stare. I nodded warily. “Then you must come with me to hear the whole story.”
“Why should I trust you enough to go anywhere with you?” I asked. He threw that damn word around so much it was losing its meaning.
“Because you want answers, and I think we can both get what we want.”
“The words. The tattoo. Why, Roman?” I pressed. He’d insisted I go home with him in which I quickly refused. Instead, we ended up on a bench outside my dorm under a well-lit area.
“It’s from the Bible. A quote my mother used to say when my brother and I were young. She was very religious and always referred to that quote whenever I was so angry about what had happened to her.”