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ROMAN

M ake her wait.

It’s past one in the morning when I finally pull the bike into the basement parking garage. I’ve deliberately returned late.

Despite the pelting rain, I chose a circuitous mountain route back to Malaga. I took the bends at breakneck speed, pushing the MTT and myself to the limit to exhaust myself in both body and mind. And yet no matter how far and hard I rode, the savage demon of fury and desire rode with me, whispering dangerous temptations through the rain.

I’m still restless when I step into the elevator. My fingers itch to press the button for her floor. The decision to house the au pair and children on a floor separate to mine makes sense. I’ve never wanted them impacted by my activities, nocturnal or otherwise. At this particular moment, however, that good sense is a barrier to what I actually need.

Which is to fuck Lucia into quivering submission.

Her unwillingness to trust me still infuriates me beyond reason. A hundred miles of hard riding has done nothing to suppress the niggling fear that despite my command, I will return to find her gone. It’s been an effort of will not to text her again or post extra security to monitor her movements. But doing so would mean admitting those fears to myself.

And besides—I’m done talking.

I’m resolved to uncover her secrets. Then to solve her problems, so comprehensively that there’s no need for talking at all.

A dark part of me wants her to be blind to my decisions. Needs her to learn how fucking wrong she was to ever doubt me. To ensure she learns the lesson that there’s nothing, and nobody, I can’t handle.

Consider it punishment for doubting my ability to manage business.

The desire to exert total control over her doesn’t change the fact that I’m almost vibrating with tension as the elevator approaches her floor. I grit my teeth and keep my bike gloves on as a deterrent against pushing that goddamn button.

The elevator glides to a halt anyway. I mentally curse my security guards. Cell phones exist for a reason. There’s nothing urgent enough to demand my attention by forcing me to stop.

On the other hand, I’m in the mood for a savaging.

Someone is about to lose their job.

I’m almost relishing the thought of ripping someone a new orifice.

The doors slide open, and my furious rant dies in my mouth.

Standing right in front of me is Lucia, her almond eyes slitted with desire, cherry nipples thrusting through a scrap of silk only slightly bigger than the French panties that barely cover the sweet curves of her ass. Off to my right, a security guard is nervously looking anywhere but at us.

I want to kill him.

I want to tear her apart.

And my resolve is shot entirely to hell.

I close one gloved hand around her arm and pull her into the elevator.

“What the fuck,” I snarl as the doors close. “That guard saw you—”

“I don’t care.” Lucia faces me, trembling. I can feel her heat and hunger, smell the sweet intoxication of her arousal.

It’s everything I’ve resolved not to do. Not to mention utterly outside the rules of our contract.

Exerting every ounce of will, I don’t move.

Send her away.

But her eyes are liquid pools of desire. Her bee-stung lips are slightly parted. And my cock doesn’t seem to give a fuck about my resolutions.

My hand tangles in her hair.

“Give me your mouth.”

Her lips part with a soft cry that licks fire through what’s left of my brain and makes my dick pound. The wildness inside her finds the storm that’s been coursing through my own body all day. That kiss pushes me over the edge of reason.

Fuck detachment.

I’m going to own Lucia Lopez. Teach her how wrong she is to even dare to imagine I don’t know what she needs.

My gloved hands go under the lush globes of her ass. I lift her against the elevator wall and take her mouth hard, demanding surrender. She opens beneath my assault with a small, needy sound that sends me into orbit. Her naked legs hitch around my waist, and I pull her silken-clad heat hard against me, rolling her clit against the length of my throbbing shaft until she’s moaning into my mouth.

Oh, I’m going to fucking torture her for this.

The elevator dings.

Kicking my helmet ahead of us into the corridor, I carry her out of the elevator. Lucia’s mouth under mine is both yielding and demanding, a fiery oblivion of contradiction. Her arms wrap around my neck as I walk her toward the bedroom, her breasts crushed against me. I pull my gloves off as I go, throwing them to the floor, holding her ass one-handed.

The gloves might be off, but my control is firmly in place. Let her grind against me like a silken temptress. Let her think she knows what she wants.

Let her think she’s in control.

She’s about to learn just how fucking wrong she is.

I slip the fingers of one hand beneath her French panties.

Her pussy is molten, slick fire.

“You were waiting for me.”

She nods against my neck.

“You thought I wasn’t going to come for you.”

Her lips find my ear. “I need you, Roman.” Her voice is a whispered breath, barely there, and yet my name on her lips is somehow lightning through my body. She licks the place beneath my ear that drives me fucking insane and says it again: “I need you so much.”

I can feel exactly how ready she is. How impatient.

I kick the door of my room open and throw her down on the bed.

She eyes me beneath lowered lashes as I shuck off my jacket and T-shirt, biting her lip as her eyes travel over my chest, down toward the buttoned opening of my leathers.

I can read the naked need in her eyes, in the way those delicious lips part, her teeth scraping over the lower one. I revel in it.

The memory of those lips on my cock has been haunting me for fucking days.

I kick off my boots. “On your knees.”

Her breath hitches, and her eyes glaze over. She obeys as if she’s hypnotized, crawling down the bed toward me, her eyes locked on my shaft. I unbutton my leathers and her pupils dilate, her breath coming short.

I release myself and she moans, coming to her knees on the edge of the bed in a voluptuous, sensual movement, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips as her mouth moves toward my shaft.

“Not yet.”

“Oh!”

Her eyes close, her whole body frozen and quivering. A sadistic part of me wants to keep her there, frustrated and needy.

Except I know that isn’t what she wants. What she needs.

And despite a deep desire to punish the living shit out of her, tonight is about leaving Lucia in no doubt that I understand exactly what she wants and needs. That I’m the only person who understands.

And the only one who can give it to her.

This penthouse, and my bed, are the end of the road. The place where the running stops and her secrets are laid bare.

I tip her chin up. “Look at me.”

Her eyes open. There’s no trace of the shield that lay over them yesterday afternoon, no shadow of fear or murky secrecy. There’s nothing in the topaz depths but simple, naked desire and soft, delicious submission.

“I will always come for you, Lucia.” I part her lips with my thumb, tracing the lower lip that haunts my every dream. “Never doubt that.” My eyes lock on hers. “Never doubt me .”

Her eyes glisten, then close. Her chin makes a tiny movement in my hand as she nods.

“Good.”

I step away, and her eyes fly open.

Her breasts are thrust toward me, nipples pressing against the silk. The panties are dark beneath her slit, soaked with her arousal.

Her teeth scrape across her lower lip, her eyes limpid as she waits on my command.

I’ve never seen anything so fucking hot in my life.

“Take your clothes off.” My voice is a low growl.

Her body shivers like a current of electricity just ran through it. She obeys immediately, pulling the lace over her head, revealing her gorgeous tits and rosy, swollen nipples. Her panties slide over the peach of her ass, and she kicks them aside.

“Knees apart.”

She gasps, her eyes locked on my dick. When she spreads open for me, her lips are puffy and slick with need.

“Open your mouth.”

Her eyes flutter closed, and her tongue licks the wet fullness of her lower lip as she does as she’s told. I slide my shaft between her lips.

Her mouth is velvet heat. I hold myself in control with iron discipline as I ease into the open, wet cavern. Her soft groan vibrates maddeningly against the throbbing head of my cock, her hand straying down over her belly.

“No.” I catch her wrist and push her hand away. “You don’t get to come that easily, little vedma. Not tonight. Not until I order you to.”

Her pelvis jolts in response, and she makes an inarticulate cry in the back of her throat that makes my cock jerk in her mouth.

I push further into her. “Tell me whose orders you take.”

She moans, her crimson lips opening impossibly wide to take me.

“Tell me!” My voice is hard and controlled, barely containing the danger beneath it.

“Orrrs,” she garbles around my shaft.

“Yes. Mine.” I withdraw slightly and she whimpers, nodding as she sinks her mouth down greedily onto me. Her hips are rotating in a slow, sensual circle as she tries to gain the stimulation I’m denying her. Moisture trickles down the inside of her thighs, and her swollen mound begins to part, opening to reveal the throbbing button at the center. Her hands reach for my leathers, tugging at them impatiently. I push her hands away, withdraw from her mouth entirely, and peel them off, kicking them aside.

Her mouth is wet and swollen, her eyes narrow slits of lust. She’s staring at my cock, her hips still moving in the slow circles that drive me fucking crazy, as if she’s already imagining I’m inside her. She licks her lips hungrily, groaning aloud when my cock leaps in response. When I steer the head back toward her mouth, she covers me eagerly, moaning in satisfaction as I sink between her lips.

It’s even better than I remember. Lucia’s mouth is almost as hot as her pussy.

Almost.

I’m barely holding on. But there’s going to be time for proper restraint, later. This first round is just a lesson in surrender. The punishment will come afterward.

“Use your tongue.”

“Ah,” she manages, a small, high sound of desperation that has my balls clenching in response. She lashes her tongue around the head and lathes my length, wet heat swirling over every inch. Her ass is moving rhythmically, seeking a touch I won’t give her.

I grit my teeth.

“I told you not to come,” I rasp.

“AH!” The blush I love explodes over her skin, turning every inch of her to rose-colored heat. I can read it perfectly. Both her impatience and her helpless, squirming need.

“Is this what you were thinking about tonight, little vedma ?” She moans around my length, trying to push me further in. “Being on your knees, with my cock in your mouth?”

“ Aah! ” Her incoherent scream shivers along my shaft. Her hips start rocking again, more urgently this time. Eyes closed, lost in sensation, she slides her mouth up and down my length, her tongue swirling maddeningly around and underneath the head, tracing the veins. Every pass sends a rush of blood to my groin, bringing me close to the edge.

“I told you not to come yet.”

Her hips jerk, then quiver to a halt. She’s on the edge of coming, whether I touch her or not.

I pull out of her mouth abruptly.

“Look at me,” I growl.

She obeys immediately, staring up at me through glazed eyes, her swollen, wet lips open. She’s so close to coming her body is already rippling with it.

“ Khuy .” My control is starting to splinter.

“On your back.”

She falls back on the bed, arching her hips toward me.

“Lie still. Hands over your head.” I reach into the bedside table for a silken cord and bind her hands, just tightly enough to keep her there.

She trembles. Her legs are straight, her entire body still, waiting.

“Eyes closed.” I lift her head and tie on the blindfold.

I stand back, drinking in the exquisite sight of her naked body on the very edge of orgasm.

“I’m going to teach you what I mean when I say you’re mine, Lucia.”

She quivers, every nerve straining toward me.

“It means I’m the one who sets the rules. It means you don’t need to see what I’m doing to know that I’m taking care of you. And most of all.” I put my mouth close to her ear. “It means that I demand your absolute, and utter, surrender. Nod if you understand me.”

She moves her head, sucking in her lower lip in a way that makes me grind my teeth.

“Spread your legs.”

She gives a small cry and obeys. Her pussy glistens before me in open invitation, her belly tight with readiness. I force myself to stand back from her. It’s a sweet form of fucking torture.

“I’m going to give you what you need, Lucia.”

“Uhhh,” she moans, raising her hips toward me.

“I know you don’t want my fingers.”

She sucks in her breath, biting her lip.

I move around the bed and put my lips so close to her ear that she can feel them. “I know you don’t want my mouth.”

“Ah! ” Her pelvis jerks upward, her knees rising, her legs widening. I move back to the end of the bed, fisting myself slowly, drinking her in. “I know,” I say in a low voice, readying myself, “exactly what you need.”

Her dripping slit visibly spasms, and I’m done waiting.

I fill her, suddenly and completely, pinning my lips together to restrain my own bellow of pure fucking bliss. I speak in a low, calm tone that has absolutely nothing to do with the mind-bending level of lust I’m managing.

“I know exactly what you want, little vedma .” I thrust deep into her, and she screams again. I hoist her legs, rocking her higher. “You want to come with my cock deep inside you.”

I close my eyes, feeling her slight movements with each stroke, angling myself to hit the parts within her and without that she needs. She cries out higher with every thrust, her legs wrapped around me, urging me deeper within.

Next time, I’ll tie her legs.

“You can’t hold it, can you, milaia ?”

Her mouth opens in a garbled cry.

“I can feel how close you are.” I pick up the pace. “And I know exactly how to get you there.”

I slip my thumb onto her insanely swollen clit and drive my cock all the way home, locking into place deep inside her.

She doesn’t just come.

She comes apart.

Her walls spasm fiercely. I plunge even deeper, and she screams and shakes, her body rising to tangle with mine, her legs gripping me urgently. Over and over the spasms wrack her body, and I ride the miracle as long as I can, until I finally erupt, pumping in a seemingly endless wave of ecstasy.

“Fuck,” she gasps, as we come down from the height. Her body gradually stills beneath mine, her limbs going limp.

Despite fucking her into oblivion, my body is still wired to hell. And seeing her lying there on my bed, arms over her head and eyes covered, her mouth swollen from my cock and her body still wet and open, sets the demon within me into hellfire mode.

I move slightly inside her, and her eyes flutter open in surprise. “You’re still hard? After that? ”

“That,” I say, shifting inside her again so she gasps, “was just the fucking warm-up, milaia. ”

I spend the next hours taking Lucia apart, one delicious morsel at a time.

Marking every inch of her body as mine.

I trace her scars and find the places that cause her to squeal, and those that bring forth mewling cries of submission. I deny her the ability to see or move and take dark pleasure in exploring every part of her as she writhes on my bed. I take her to the edge then deny her my touch until she’s a moaning, screaming mess. I fuck her with slow, deliberate precision, every thrust exorcising the savage demon that has twisted my mind since our conversation yesterday.

Only when dawn is close do I free her ties. By that time the world between us is a storm, a place in which we are both lost. The wracking intensity of our mutual ending shakes me to the core and leaves me wondering who, exactly, learned a lesson.

As light creeps into the room, I’m standing by the bed, looking down at Lucia. She’s sprawled face down and fast asleep, tangled in the sheets, hair strewn over my pillows.

There’s something deeply satisfying about having her here, in my bed. Where I can see her. Touch her. Inhale her scent.

Watching her sleep and knowing that, so long as I do, she can’t run.

Despite the all-nighter, my body feels oddly exhilarated, as if I’ve inhaled oxygen at a mountaintop. I feel like I could wrestle a lion and win.

I know it’s time to send her back downstairs; the children will be awake soon.

I tell myself I’ll do it after I’ve had a shower.

Then I stand under the water, staring through the glass at her sleeping body until sunlight has chased the night away.