Page 44 of Deceptive Desires

Cecilia

The weeks are passing in a blur. There’s a new ray of light in my life. A new constant.

Roman.

We see each other at least three times a week. And the nights we don’t get together, we make it up by calling. Even if they’re nights he’s busy working security, he’ll still make time for a five-minute phone call.

Everything has been perfect.

He’s been perfect.

He’s everything I could want in a man.

He brings me flowers and chocolates. Always walks me to the door. Is the perfect gentleman. He’s so respectful.

Too respectful.

He’s taking it at my pace, but ugh, my pace is too slow. We haven’t done anything more than kiss since the club.

I appreciate him respecting me. I really do.

But I want him to make a move.

I want to feel that magic with him again.

So, on our next date, I’m making a move.

Chapter 27

Roman

I can see it working.

I can see her falling.

Falling for me.

Falling for her hero.

I’ve been the perfect gentleman. Wooing her with gifts. Treating her with respect. Taking things slowly.

So damn slowly.

It’s taking everything in me to hold back. I’m tapping into self-control I didn’t know I possess to not make a move. To pull back after every goodnight kiss. To turn and leave, instead of taking her inside and ravaging her.

I will admit to breaking in and replacing her panties once they no longer smell like her sweet pussy but instead like my release a time or two. Or three times. Maybe more.

Knowing those lacy panties that smell of her sweet cunt and perfume wait for me at home are the only things that give me enough self-control to pull away from her. To end our kisses. To not throw her against the wall and take her in the hallway.

But I have to stay strong.

I have to earn her trust.

I have to be her hero.

Until hero is all she sees.

Until she’s so blinded by hero, she can’t make out the villain.