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Violet found herself responding to Roman’s heated kiss, their mouths crushing together in a furious clash.

Roman groaned against her lips, pressing his body so firmly to hers that there was barely any gap; the layers of clothing were practically useless, because she could feel every inch of him—especially one part of him that was definitely not soft.

Somewhere in the background, a soft rustle sounded in the woods, but neither of them noticed the retreating figures, too consumed by the raw fire of their kiss and the power struggle that fueled it.

They broke apart for a moment, gasping for air. Violet’s head spun, half her senses returning just enough for her to thunder, "What is this? I thought you were going to fight me!"

"Fight you? Physically?" Roman blinked at her as though the idea had only just occurred to him.

Then he scoffed with a lazy, sensual edge to his voice. "I’m sorry, my lady, but I’m a lover, not a fighter."

"What?" Violet was dumbfounded.

His green eyes smoldered as they roamed her flushed face, her parted lips still swollen from their kiss.

"And this," Roman murmured, his thumb brushing over her lower lip, "is how I fight my battles." He leaned in to whisper, "So let’s fight, Lady Purple. Show me your worst."

Violet barely had time to brace herself before Roman captured her lips again.

His hands clasped her face, tilting it just the way he wanted as his mouth slanted over hers, demanding and insistent. A low, pleased sound rumbled from his throat as she responded, her own fingers gripping the front of his shirt.

Roman didn’t kiss like he was giving, no, he kissed like he was taking. And gods—he was good.

His tongue swept past her lips, deep and unrelenting, coaxing a moan out of her before she could stop it. In that instant, it felt like Roman truly was some god of pleasure, stealing her breath and leaving her teetering on the edge between fury and desire.

But this was a battle, and so far, Roman was winning.

Violet swore she was not thinking straight when her hand traveled down and closed over his hardness.

Dear God.

The temperature couldn’t be normal. He was quite hot. Not just that, Roman was thicker and longer than she thought. Not that she had thought about "it" a lot. Maybe once or twice. Surely, not more than that. Kind of. Shut it.

Roman groaned into her mouth as she ran her fingers up and down his length. Violet felt a rush of power at the realization that the arrogant, self-assured Roman Draven, was unraveling under her touch.

She was the one in charge and she could feel it in the way his kiss turned messy, almost desperate, as if he was struggling to keep up.

To be honest, Violet had no idea what she was doing. This would be the first time she would be giving a member of the opposite sex a hand job and to think it was Roman of all people. All Violet had to rely on was her creativity, like circling the base of his member right now.

He growled into her mouth, the sound vibrating through her and making her own core pulse. But Violet forced herself to remain controlled, determined to win this war.

Roman grew delirious with pleasure, one hand digging into hair while the other gripped her waist, anchoring him through the waves of ecstasy.

Violet knew it was game over the moment she fondled his balls, noticing how his body tensed, muscles taut. So she gave a wicked squeeze, eager to push him right to the edge.

Sensing he was a mere breath away from losing control, and thus being conquered, Roman abruptly pulled back with a staggering amount of self-control.

"Nice try, Lady Purple," he rasped, his voice thick with need, yet smug with victory. "But I’ve been playing this game much longer than you have."

Before Violet could react, he had her backed against the nearest tree, the rough bark pressing into her skin. Then Roman dropped to his knees, his hands sliding down her curves, gripping her hips.

Violet’s eyes widened as it sank in: her dream was playing out right before her, though in a different form.

She should stop this, end their twisted game. Yet deep down, some reckless part of her wanted it. No matter how much she’d regret it when her head cleared.

Roman looked up at her then, his green eyes dark with hunger. "Now it’s my turn. Let’s see how many hits you can take."

He hiked up her undershirt, hands traveling up her smooth, soft thighs. Violet let out a shaky gasp as he hooked his fingers into her panties and pulled them down. Then Roman buried his face between her folds, finding her slick, hot, and ready.

"Oh God!" Violet bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut against the sudden onslaught of sensation. She had definitely taken on more than she could handle.

It should be against the rules—except no rules existed when they started this outrageous game. Roman, without warning, slipped a long, thick finger inside her.

"Urrgh..." Violet choked out, pressing a hand over her mouth so her roommates wouldn’t hear.

She didn’t want to imagine the judgment in their eyes if they found her like this.She shouldn’t be frolicking with the enemy, but right about now, she couldn’t help it.

Her body clenched instinctively around his finger as he thrust in and out at a controlled pace, drawing a muffled cry from her throat as the sensations mounted.

It didn’t help that Roman looked up at her just then, his enchanting green eyes pinning her in place while he continued to fuck her with his finger.

"Look at us... the man whore and the whore. Isn’t it a chaotic sight?"

Violet couldn’t even speak, too overwhelmed by the pleasure. Though she was no stranger to touching herself, this was an entirely different level of intensity. Her hands found his hair, gripping tightly. God, It felt so good.

Roman sped up, pushing her closer and closer to the brink. Violet’s breathing hitched in short, urgent gasps, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge.

But that was not the end. It was just the beginning.

Roman quickly delved between her legs again, lapping up every trace of her release. He let out a sound of appreciation when her sweetness coated his tongue, intoxicating him.

Violet’s head fell back against the tree, eyes fluttering shut. Roman braced her while he licked and sucked at every inch, his mouth torturing her sensitive flesh.

Roman never slowed, tongue, mouth and fingers working in tandem to drive her wild. Instead of screaming, Violet bit down on her palm as she came again, her body seized by wave after wave of pleasure

Roman, tasting a fresh surge of her essence, feasted on it, drawing out every last drop of her orgasm until Violet was limp and panting, sliding down the tree trunk.

He glanced up, his face glistening with her arousal, a self-satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"I guess I won, lady purple."