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My heart sinks as the cold smile slices across my face.

Like I said: this isn’t the fucking movies.

“If you can’t answer that,” I mutter quietly, shaking my head. “Fuck.”

My hand drops from his face, and I turn to go.

…Until suddenly he grabs me, and I blink in shock as he spins me around, pins me to the wall with both hands cupping my face, and looks right into my eyes.

“No, Icanfucking answer that,” he chokes, his lower lip trembling. “Don’t ever leave.”

And then he kisses me.

He. Kisses.Me.

The world stops spinning.

My heart stops beating.

And all I know and all I can do is kiss him back as we collapse into each other as the rain pours down.

Fucking beat that, Hugh and Julia.

32

ROMAN

It takesme ten fucking minutes to convince Anna to get dressed and follow me downstairs, where I grab her a cab and force her into it.

I don’t really remember what I tell her.

I don’t care, either.

The second I get back to my penthouse he’s on me.Thatis all I care about.

I moan into his mouth, gasping as he slams me against the door, attackingme with his mouth, his hands, his teeth, his body. He yanks off my shirt, his hands grabbing my hips as he drops his mouth to my neck. He bites and sucks and licks, like he needs to taste every goddamn square inch of my skin, leaving me moaning and writhing as my fingers slide into his hair.

No one’s ever touched me like this, treated me like I’m this fucking gift they’ve been dying to unwrap. No one has everwanted meso viciously and wildly, and it has me melting for him.

I yank at his shirt, moaning as he wraps his lips around one of my nipples, his teeth nibbling and biting as I gasp sharply. I finally manage to tear off his shirt, and groan as my fingers greedily slide over his tattooed, grooved body.

“Fuck,” I groan, grabbing his face and pulling him back up to kiss him madly. “So fucking hot,” I moan as he yanks my belt open.

My hands slide down his abs, shaking as they tug open his pants. We groan into each other’s mouths as we push away from the door, dropping our pants, kicking them away in tangles as we stumble toward the couch.

“Not the fucking couch,” he growls, pulling back, his eyes blazing blue fire. “Not until you have that thing professional cleaned. Her bare ass was all over?—”

“Stop talking,” I groan as I slam my mouth to his again. “I never need to remember any of that ever again.”

“That makes two of us, wreckage,” he hisses as he reaches down to cup my dick through my boxers. I groan when he squeezes me, stroking my cock as we shuffle across the floor toward the stairs, half tripping over our feet.

For the first time since I moved in, I fuckinghatethat there’s a staircase between me and my bed. Our boxers come off as we go crashing and tumbling up. I only make it halfway before I stumble. I curse as I go falling forward onto my hands and knees. Before I can get back up, his big hands are grabbing my hips and pinning me face down on the steps.

Oh fuck…

I moan wildly when I feel his mouth on my balls. I shudder, whimpering and choking for air as his wet tongue snakes all overthem, his hand wrapping around my cock. He starts to slowly pump his fist up and down, sucking one of my balls into his mouth as I cry out, shaking, on all fours, desperate for him.

“Fuck, wreckage,” he groans, tonguing my balls. “I fucking love how big this fucking cock gets for me. How swollen these heavy balls get with cum for me.”