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ROMAN

T he elevator dings right at seven p.m. I hear the doors open and then the light tap of stilettos on marble.

Even the sound has my dick swelling.

“Dining room, Miss Lopez.” The heels tap hesitantly toward me, accompanied by a soft scent that reaches the room before she does, sending my senses into overdrive. It’s been a long goddamn day of waiting.

Lucia rounds the corner, and I almost choke on my Scotch.

She’s wearing a scarlet wraparound dress, fixed at the waist. One tug of the silken sash and the entire thing will be undone. The dress plunges deep into her cleavage, showing a hint of the black lace I instructed her to wear. Every time she takes a step, the dress rises to show a glimpse of tanned, toned thigh as she walks slowly toward me. Her hair is piled up, and she’s wearing subtle makeup that makes her eyes smoky as hell. Her lips match the scarlet dress.

I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone more in my life.

For a hot minute, I seriously considering pushing restraint aside, and Lucia Lopez down on the dining room table.

But after so much anticipation, I don’t plan to make this a simple fuck fest.

No.

Tonight is my revenge for the past five months of temptation Lucia has subjected me to and a down payment on the next five months of sin I plan to enjoy.

“Drink this.” I hand her a vodka martini.

She sips it. The hand holding the martini glass shakes slightly. The other is curled into a tight ball. Miss Lopez might look like sin custom-made for my delectation, but she’s nervous as hell.

The speed with which she knocks off the martini only confirms that diagnosis. I mix another and refill her glass. “Slowly, this time, Miss Lopez.” I hold her eyes. “All good things should be savored.”

That gets the first blush of the evening, a slow crimson burn that starts right between the luscious divide of her breasts and travels gradually upward. I let my eyes linger where the color is. By the time I raise my eyes to hers, her pupils are wide, her breath slightly hitched.

She wants this as much as I do.

“Did you know there are cameras in my office?”

I feel a savage sense of satisfaction as the color mounts in her cheeks.

“You needn’t worry, Lucia. I deleted the footage of our little encounter. But not before I watched it through.”

Her breath comes in a short gasp that makes my cock surge.

“More than once, actually. Watching your face when you came on my hand was particularly fascinating. Even better was watching you put your hands on yourself.”

Her pupils dilate a little more with every comment, her breath coming shorter. Seeing her color deepen when I know I’m minutes away from seeing her naked is far more satisfying than making her blush over my morning coffee. I take a step closer, and she sucks her lower lip in, slowly drawing it through her teeth. I doubt she has any idea how fucking insane that drives me.

“By the time I finished watching it, I knew that you and I were far from done, Lucia.” I pour myself another Scotch. “Do you know what else I discovered?”

She shakes her head wordlessly, just watching me.

“I discovered that you like taking orders. So I’m going to ask you a question. Are you ready to take orders from me, Miss Lopez?”

She nods. Her sharp intake of breath, and the swollen nipples beneath the silk, tell me just how ready she is, but this is my game.

“I need an answer, Miss Lopez. Not a nod.”

“Y-yes,” she says hesitantly.

“Yes what, Lucia?”

“Yes, I’m ready to take orders from you, Mr. Stevanovsky.”

“Excellent.” I don’t move, though the sound of those damn words coming out of her mouth has my cock straining for release. “Then I want you to walk down the corridor ahead of me. I think you know where my bedroom is. After all, you saw me coming out of it on your last visit, didn’t you?”

She nods. “Yes, Mr. Stevanovsky.”

“Roman,” I growl.

“Roman,” she repeats in a whisper. She gulps and turns around, walking ahead of me so I have an eyeful of the globes of her ass shifting under the silk.

She pushes open the door, and we step inside. I don’t have curtains. There are steel shutters outside I can lower if needed, but the glass is tinted so nobody can see inside, and I like looking out at the sea when I wake. Reaching around her, I pluck the martini glass from her hand and place it down on a side table, then lounge back in the wide leather armchair.

“Turn around.”

She obeys. The ceiling lights are dim, but not low enough that I won’t be able to see every curve of her body. I turn my Scotch slowly in my hand. “Come closer.”

She walks hesitantly toward me, until she’s standing just in front of my splayed legs. Her own are slightly parted, inviting my hand to slide between them. I force myself not to accept that particular temptation, or this will all be over in minutes.

Instead, I give the silken sash one tug, and the entire dress falls open.

Holy hell.

I’ve been watching Lucia sashay about in hot pants and tight T-shirts for months now. I’ve seen her breasts bared and had my fingers inside her.

But nothing, not even the video recording in my office, prepared me for the lush ripeness of Lucia’s body, naked but for the sheer black scraps of silk and lace.

And I don’t plan to have her wearing those for long.

“Turn around,” I order her. “Slowly.”

She bites her lip again, then does a slow turn, her legs endless and smooth above the stilettos. The sheer cutaway underwear accentuates the round, perfect ass that makes me ache to bite it, then to bury my face in the dimples just above it. The long lines of her waist dip inward then flare out at the hips. High above them is a tattoo I can’t really see clearly; I make a note to study that at close range, preferably while my dick is sunk deep between the cheeks of that ass. By the time she turns back to face me, leaving me face-to-face with the curved navel and the mound outlined beneath it, I’m dry mouthed enough that I need another sip of Scotch. And going by the smoky-eyed stare she’s giving me, Lucia is in a very similar state.

“Take the bra off.”

“Yes, Roman.” Her voice is low, huskier than before. She reaches behind and unclips the material, freeing the gorgeous breasts and swollen crimson nipples.

Then she throws the bra right at me.

It hits my shoulder, dropping straight down to where my cock is pounding with need. I can actually feel the warmth of her body still on the scant material. But that isn’t what has every nerve in my body on high alert.

It’s the look in her eyes. They glow richly topaz, and despite the faint trembling of her body, I can see the edge of defiance in them, the wildness hiding just behind that composed exterior.

“You like the dangerous side, don’t you, little vedma ?” I say softly.

Her lips part slightly, and the noise that comes out of her mouth makes me throb.

“What was that?” I tilt my head toward her. “Is there something you want to say?”

“Yes.” Her voice is strangled, and I can visibly see her nipples swelling.

“What is it, Lucia?”

“I’m not a vedma, a witch.” Her hands are tightly clenched, her legs actually shaking. The sheer triangle between them is dark with moisture that slicks the inside of her thighs.

I laugh softly. “Oh no?” I shake my head, my eyes drinking in the sight of her arousal. My cock twitches angrily. I’m almost beyond arguing with it at this point. “Fuck, Lucia. I’ve never seen sexier curves. Your body has been bewitching me for months. And naked?” I raise my glass to her, intrigued at the way her eyes drop at the compliment, her face flushing anew. “A vedma is exactly what you are.” I nod at the remaining black triangle. “Off.”

She bends down to slide the offending garment off, and the scent of her is like crack cocaine to an addict.

I’m not going to be able to hold out for long. Not with her this close, her musky scent taunting my senses, her body just begging for me to touch it, her lips open and eyes glazed with need. I can sense her desire to make this a darker game, and also her absolute reluctance to ask for what she wants.

Lucia Lopez might have a body made for fucking sin, but when it comes to these games, her uncertainty is obvious in every shaking limb and hesitant word that comes from her mouth.

She might know danger. But by the way her eyes ducked away at my compliment, nobody’s ever told her how hot she truly is.

Which is a very good thing.

Because the mere thought of any man seeing her like she is now makes me want to tear the fucking walls down.

“Take out your hair,” I growl.

Fuck. Does she have any idea how hot she looks, reaching up to pull the pin out of that coiled mass? Or how devastating it is to watch it fall down her body, all the way to the top of her ass?

By the way she’s biting her lip, I’m guessing she doesn’t have a damn clue. Which is the hottest thing about it.

“Lie down on the bed,” I say hoarsely. I’m long past hiding how much this is getting to me.

“Yes, Roman.” She slips the stilettos off, then slides onto the bed with her back to me, one knee at a time, her peach-shaped ass high in the air and slightly parted legs affording me a glimpse of her smooth pink cleft, already swollen and glistening.

Oh, fuck me.

“Turn over,” I order, and she does. “Now open your legs.”

She isn’t just glistening. She’s dewy wet, her knees far enough apart that it’s a mute plea. I clench the glass to resist the urge to slide either my fingers, or even better, my cock, right inside her.

Not yet.

“Touch your nipples.”

I know it isn’t her nipples that need attention. I know it by the way her knees sway from side to side, trying to stimulate herself where she needs it as she rolls her nipples, giving a soft moan that drives me insane. Her hips are moving in slow circles, arching toward me, begging for relief.

“What do you want, Miss Lopez? Tell me.”

“Oh,” she moans softly.

“Tell me.”

“I want—between my legs—”

“What do you want there, Miss Lopez?”

“You,” she gasps, her legs splaying wide so she’s laid open and wanting for my eyes to feast on. “Your hands.”

I laugh softly. “Not yet. First, I want to watch your hands. You can touch yourself now, Lucia.”

Her breasts arch up as her hand slips between her legs. Her soft gasp as one finger begins slow, intense circles on her clit makes my cock surge beyond any last shred of comfort. She’s still rolling one nipple with her other hand, and the way she’s writhing on the bed has me gnashing my fucking teeth.

“You look so fucking hot, Lucia.”

She gasps, a breathy, throaty sound that makes me lose it.

“I’ve been hard for days, imagining you like this.”

She moans, her finger increasing its pace.

“Stop,” I command. “You’re not allowed to come yet.” Her finger reluctantly stops.

“Good girl. Do you want to see what you do to me, Lucia?”

“Yes!” she gasps.

I stand, and she raises herself on one elbow. Her mouth is swollen, her eyes wide and smoky, and she stares as I pull my shirt over my head, her eyes drinking in the ink and scars on my shoulders and chest, the marks of my past. When I open my pants, setting my raging cock free, she groans aloud, her tongue running along her lower lip like she can already taste it. I step clear of my clothing and stand at the end of the bed, right between her open legs. Wrapping one fist around my shaft, I pump it slowly as I stare down at her.

Her hair is a tangled mess on the pillow above, her nipples thrusting up toward me, and her pussy is a hot, swollen mess.

“Tell me what you want, Lucia. Before I fill your mouth so you can’t speak.”

She gives a strangled scream. “Your cock.” There’s no hesitancy in the throaty words now, just raw, naked need. “I want your cock.”

“The last time I made you come it was only my fingers inside you. But my cock is a lot bigger than my fingers, Lucia. Do you think you can take it?” I’m fisting myself slowly, my cock impossibly hard. Her eyes don’t move from it, her hips moving in time with my own movements, as if I’m already inside her. She nods mutely, her eyes wide.

“Tell me.” I’m barely holding on to the last of my discipline.

“I can take it.” Her voice is low and urgent, her hands gripping the sheets.

“Tell me where you can take it,” I growl. “Where do you want my cock, Lucia?”

She’s writhing on the bed, her hands clutching at the sheets, her legs spread obscenely wide as she thrusts upward toward me. “I want it in my mouth,” she gasps. Her hips move faster, her eyes locked on my cock. “I want your cock— ah— inside me.”

“And what about my mouth, Lucia? Where do you want that?”

Her hips jerk, and she groans. It’s too good, teasing her like this, watching my words drive her wild.

“I want your mouth everywhere.” Her breasts thrust upward. “On my nipples. On my clit. I want your tongue inside me.”

My mouth is watering.

“You can touch yourself again now, Lucia.”

“Ahhh!” She falls back, writhing on the bed, her hands slipping straight between her legs. The sound her fingers make as they plunder her wet, swollen folds makes my balls tighten, and I force my orgasm away with sheer will. Her hips are lifting upward, begging me to thrust inside her, and her eyes flutter closed as she works her clit faster.

Eating that amazing pussy is going to have to wait. If I don’t get inside her soon, I’ll go fucking mad.

“Who do you want inside you, Lucia?” There’s no way I can hold back much longer.

“You,” she gasps, her breath coming shorter. “I want you, Roman. I want you to— uhhh— fuck me until I scream.” She raises her head slightly, staring unashamedly at my cock. “I need it,” she says, and the naked pleading in her voice almost breaks me.

“Tell me what you want.”

The way her body jerks at the command makes my shaft leap.

“Your cock.” Her hips lift and writhe as her fingers go into overdrive. “I want you to fuck me, Roman. I want—ohhh.”

Her voice fades as her fingers pick up pace on her beautiful clit, her eyes fluttering closed.

“Open your eyes.” I’m fisting myself to the edge, pulling back every time.

Her eyes fly open, locking onto my shaft leaping in my hand, and her whole body shudders.

She’s close.

“Tell me how you want it.” Her eyes move with my hand, her breath coming in short pants. “And then I want you to come for me, Lucia.”

“Ah!” She sucks in her breath, trying to hang on, to get the words out, her hands moving faster and faster.

“I want your cock so fucking deep inside me I can’t breathe...”

Fuck me.

“Good girl. Now you can come for me, milaia .”

Her fingers slide deep inside her wet, stunning cunt, her palm bearing down on her swollen clit. At the last minute she raises her head and stares directly at my cock.

“I want you to fill me up and— Fuuuuuuck! ”

Her body almost levitates with the spasms, and I’ve never seen anything so sexy in my entire fucking life as Lucia Lopez, screaming her orgasm all over my bed.

Finally, when the aftershocks recede, and her body is limp as a rag doll on the sheets, she opens her eyes. They almost roll back in her head when she sees me, hard and needing, standing right over her.

“You said you wanted this,” I growl. “And that’s why you’re here, Miss Lopez. To cater to my every need. Remember?”

She licks her lips. “Uh-huh,” she says, and the sultry note in her voice kills me. “I remember.”

“Good. Because that’s twice I’ve made you come now—and I’m still waiting. You’re going to pay for making me wait, Miss Lopez.”

Her eyes flash topaz fire, and her breath sucks inward. “What—how do you want me, Mr. Stevanovsky?”

Oh, you did not just say my name like that. With your eyes slightly downcast and your mouth as swollen as if my cock has already been inside it. You did not just ask me exactly which of the million fucking filthy fantasies that have been playing on loop in my mind I would like to play out first.

Because the answer is that right now, the only thing I care about is sinking myself balls deep inside her sweet, succulent pussy, so far I forget my own goddamn name. Her mouth will have to wait. Eating her will have to wait.

The only thing that matters now is getting inside her.

“You’re mine now, milaia .” I flip her over and hoist the ass I’ve been watching for months high into the air. Her head goes back and she moans, the vibration thrilling against my skin. She twists her head around, and I see the hunger in her eyes, the thrill of danger.

It fucking undoes me. I lean into her, shutting my eyes briefly as my thumb slips inside first, savoring the hot wetness, this last moment before I plunder her. “You’re mine,” I murmur into her ear, “and I’m going to do exactly what the fuck I want with you.”

She makes a strangled noise that makes me smile darkly. I pull back and settle myself behind her ass, my dick swollen beyond reason and straining toward her gleaming, wet lips. She pushes back toward me, spreading herself, and I stroke the head of my shaft down the dripping slit to her clit and slowly back again, until she’s moaning and pushing back against me. I repeat the same action several times, holding myself in iron control. She whimpers, pressing her clit against me, trying to ground down on the swollen, hard head of my cock.

I can’t take another second of waiting. My discipline is all gone, shattered by my own teasing.

I withdraw, and she gives a frustrated growl. Then I take hold of her hips, spread her wide open, and thrust deep inside her.

She screams, but I don’t muffle her. I want to hear her scream. I don’t give a fuck who hears her. I want people to hear her. I want them to know I’ve marked her, inside and out, as mine .

The world disappears, taking with it the ever-present tension and worry. The stress slides away, as does my past, and all the darkness. There’s nothing but the deep sweetness of Lucia’s body, the animal desire of thrusting further and harder inside her, until I’m sheathed completely inside the sanctuary of her body and finally fucking home.

Her body is divine.

It takes me like I belong in it, holding me, bucking back against me, fitting so goddamn perfectly I never want to leave it. I’m deep inside, rocking against her, my balls against her clit so she moans every stroke, her coming spasms already tensing about my dick so my own orgasm starts building at the base of my spine with mind-blowing intensity.

My fingers slip underneath her. She screams as I touch her clit.

This is everything I need.

Her open and wet under my hand. Me filling her so completely I can feel every ribbed edge contracting around me. The two of us moving together like a fucking symphony.

I pull her upward and hold her hips deep onto me, my fingers stroking her as I do, marveling at how insanely swollen and wet she is. Then I feel her tighten, and before she can let go completely, I flip her over, spreading her wide so I can get between her legs and get my mouth on her nipples.

Then I fold her beneath me and bury myself to the hilt.

She comes as I drive home, her hands on my ass pulling me deeper, screaming the fucking house down.

Her wild, gripping spasms are fiercer than anything I’ve ever known. It’s as if there’s an abyss inside her, tugging me over the edge, into a wild oblivion in which I can abandon myself completely, and yet also find utter peace. I can’t devour enough of her flesh, my tongue tasting her neck, her breasts, the valley between them that has called to me for months. And all the while she’s bucking against me, wracked by an orgasm that seizes my cock like the ocean tide and holds me there, like a wave about to break, an ecstasy I both want and yet want to hold off.

I take her mouth, swallowing her scream. She tastes of sweet desire, hot and restless. I want to plunder her mouth, to sink my cock into it, own it like I have her pussy. We’re a tangled mass of limbs, and yet I still can’t seem to get close enough. I feel an almost desperate need to stave off my own release, to savor this, to try to stay in this moment forever.

But then I remember that I have months to explore her body, her mouth.

I have a fucking contract that says she’s mine.

And that’s when I abandon myself to the abyss, roaring like a bastard as I pulse my release deep into her, feeling her own intense spasms milking every last searing drop from me.

She shudders around me, her arms and legs gripping me close. My arms are lifting her off the bed, holding her so hard against me I can’t tell where she ends and I begin, and nothing has ever felt so fucking good.

When I watched that video, I knew I needed to make Lucia Lopez mine.

I thought that would mean a night or two, possibly even a week, of dedicated fucking. Skillful, calculated, technical sex, designed to bring about mutually satisfied endings.

But that isn’t what this is.

This is intoxicating. All-consuming. Addictive. It’s the storm, and it’s the peace that follows it. It fires my blood beyond recognition, and then turns to a warm hearth.

Sex with Lucia reminds me of who I am and why I’m here.

And I have no idea how I’m ever going to give it up.