CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

ROMAN

I slam my phone down on the counter as Sydney walks back in. “He still not answering?” she asks, and there’s a hint of sarcasm in her question. “What’s your problem anyway? You’ve been prickly since this morning.”

“I’m not fucking prickly.”

“If you say so,” she says, laughing. She fills a glass up with water and turns to face me, leaning against the counter.

I watch as she takes a mouthful, her throat working as she swallows, and I thank god I’m behind the counter and she can’t see how hard I am. Her eyes meet mine as she pulls the glass aside, holding it aloft beside her face.

This goes on for a couple of minutes, and like a kid having a staring contest with a friend and unable to hold out, I say, “What?”

“Nothing,” she says with a shrug. “So, are we going to talk about the elephant in the room or just continue to ignore it?”

“No. Because there’s nothing to talk about.” I pick my phone up again, checking to see if he’s messaged even though I know he hasn’t. I just need something to focus on that isn’t her. Blake’s words as he left have been on a constant loop inside my head. I mean, he isn’t wrong. My go-to is to fuck away my frustrations. But just like I’m not sure she’s ready to know what Blake and I do, I don’t think she’s ready for angry fucking either.

She pours the rest of her water away and places the empty glass upside down on the draining board, then walks toward me. Something in her eyes and the wicked smirk she’s wearing tell me I might just be proved wrong.

She stops directly in front of me, as close as she can get without touching me, and quickly takes my phone from my hand before I have a chance to stop her. She lays it on the counter beside her and shoves it away out of reach.

“I was just about to try Blake again as we need to visit your—” Her hand covers my mouth.

“I’m sure he’ll come back when he’s ready. And I don’t want to talk about Pa right now.” Her eyes run the length of my body, and she pauses on the obvious bulge in my joggers before bringing her eyes back to me.

This crazy minx is trying to top me from the bottom. I’m sure she has absolutely no idea that’s what’s she doing though and just thinks she’s seducing me. Well, now I’m intrigued to let this play out a little and see how far she can get before I flip on her.

“Sydney,” I warn, but she carries on as though she didn’t hear the threat in my tone.

“What,” she asks innocently, even fluttering her damn eyelashes at me, as she presses a hand to my chest. She holds it there before trailing it down my body to the waistband of my bottoms.

“This is not a good idea,” I say with a growl.

“I disagree. Quite vehemently, actually.” She slips her hand in the top of my joggers, just under the waistband, and runs her hand along it, brushing against my skin. “You need to relax, and I need to focus on something else while satisfying a craving you and Blake are responsible for releasing.”

Her words shake a little, hinting at her nerves. And she should be nervous. Because if she continues down this path, I’m going to let all my fury free on her.

Sliding her hand down further inside my joggers, her fingers brush the head of my cock, already slick with precum—something that has become normal around her. She sucks in a sharp breath before wrapping her fingers around my shaft and squeezing as it throbs in her hand.

Lightning fast, I grab her waist and spin her, pinning her against the counter and trapping her hand between our bodies. Her eyes widen in shock as I cup her throat.

“Be absolutely sure this is what you want, Sydney. I won’t go easy on you. This is not like before.”

She fucking licks her lips, and just as she did the first night we fucked her, she says, “I’m ready.”

“We’ll fucking see,” I reply, moving back enough to unwrap her hand from my cock, then I bend and throw her over my shoulder.

“What the f—” she squeals, cutting off sharply as I slap her arse.

“Oh, Sydney, you might regret teasing this beast. And cursing too. How far you have fallen,” I tell her, carrying her to the bedroom while she squirms in my hold.

I collect a few things, placing them on the bedside table out of view, before dropping her to the bed. I keep her attention on me by slipping my joggers off and allowing my cock to spring free. Then I drag her down the bed by her legs, until they are hanging off the end, and remove her leggings and underwear before spreading her legs wide.

“Look at this slick pussy waiting for my cock.” I trail a finger through her folds and watch as her back arches at the touch. “So desperate to be filled,” I say, swirling my finger through her juices, then I dip lower, brushing over her arse and circling my finger there as she prepares to protest.

“Rom—”

“No. I warned you. Now you will accept what’s coming.” I continue my teasing of her tight hole, knowing she’ll get on board soon enough. She’ll be so drunk on lust, she won’t be able to deny me. And just to prove myself right, I apply a little pressure, gauging her reaction. “Breathe, Sydney,” I croon as the tip of my finger pushes past the first tight ring of muscle. I crouch and swipe my tongue up her slit.

“Oh,” she moans, her lips forming a perfect O.

“That’s it,” I praise, gripping my cock firmly before diving back in for another taste. With her entirely focused on the pleasure I’m delivering to her with my tongue, I slide my finger in another inch, then another, up to my knuckle. I keep going, circling her clit, working her up, until she’s teetering on the edge. Then I stop everything, slowly pulling my finger from her arse as she mewls at the loss of her orgasm. She even has the audacity to reach for her pussy, to finish herself off.

“Nah-uh, your orgasms are mine. Try it again and I’ll keep you riding that edge all day,” I tell her, and I mean it. I’m a fucking master at edging. I keep her waiting in pained anticipation for a couple more minutes before resuming my ministrations, only to stop again, and again, denying her each time.

She’s a writhing, sweaty mess as I rise to look over her, to look at the beautiful, desperate woman laid out before me.

“Roman, please. I need to come. Please let me come,” she begs, gripping the bed covers and trying to close her legs to ease that deep ache I know she’s feeling. It’s an ache that can drive you wild with need.

I push her legs apart and step between them, running the tip of my finger the length of her cunt as I lean over, bringing my face an inch from hers. “I like you begging, Sydney. But let’s see how far you can go. I want you out of your fucking mind with the need to come, to feel me inside you, fucking you.”

“Yes,” she moans, arching her back, seeking friction as my cock brushes against her entrance. Her eyes find mine, and I see her submission.

I kiss her, stealing her breath, then I whisper, “Are you on birth control, Sydney?” I trace kisses and nips along her jaw, down her neck, pushing her top up as I go, pulling the cups of her bra down to reveal her breasts. “Sydney?” I press, then flick my tongue over a nipple.

“Er…yes, erm, the pill.”

“Good, ’cause I’m going to fuck you bare.” I suck her nipple, then release it with a pop. “But first…” I step away for a second, collecting what I left on the bedside table earlier. Her eyes widen, pupils blown, as she sees the anal beads I’m holding. “Hmm, a little bit of fear. I like that.” I lower it to her pussy, letting the tip glide through her lips and over her clit. Her eyes remain on me the whole time, and my dick aches as she whimpers.

I’m tempted to see if Sydney likes a little bite of pain with her pleasure, but I’m already hanging on by a thread and so is she. I snatch up the tube I dropped on the bed, coating the length of the anal beads in lube. Then I press it to her puckered hole. I feel her tense. “Eyes on me, Sydney. Relax, don’t fight it.”

Applying more pressure, I circle her clit with my thumb. I feel the moment she relaxes, letting me in completely as the beads slide in past the first two. I keep up the rubbing of her clit as I ease the beads the rest of the way in.

“Holy shit, Roman,” she groans. Then she says something I wasn’t expecting, although I shouldn’t be too surprised as she’s slowly been letting herself go more. “Fuck me. I…I want you to fuck me, Roman.”

“With fucking pleasure.” Removing my thumb from her clit, I press it to her lips. “Suck,” I order, and she does without so much as a second’s hesitation. As she swirls her tongue around the tip, I drive into her in a single thrust. Her teeth clamp around my thumb, just enough to hurt, as she cries out.

“Fuck yes!” I say, holding still as her warm heat envelopes me. I can feel the anal beads through the wall of her pussy as I begin to fuck her and almost come instantly at the exquisite feeling of being bare inside her.

I hold off as long as possible—long enough for her to come twice, squeezing my cock like a fucking vice, but as she comes down from the last one, I grip her hips and fuck her like my life depends on it.

“Fuck…ing hell!” I roar as I finally let myself come, releasing inside her. Spots flash in my eyes and my mind goes blank momentarily, and just when I think I’m done, I pull the beads from her arse, causing her pussy to clamp down on me as she’s thrown into a third orgasm. My cock pulses inside her, milking the last drops of cum from me.

Sydney’s chest heaves with exertion, a light sheen of sweat glistening on her body, as she fights to keep her eyes open, watching me as I slip out of her. Stepping back, I marvel at the beautiful sight that greets me; my cum seeping from her swollen pussy.

I lean over her, pressing a kiss to her lips. “That was something.” My words are met with a hum of agreement. I laugh as I push up and head to the bathroom for a cloth to clean her up.

When I return, she has shuffled up the bed and curled onto her side. Her breathing has slowed, and I’d be forgiven for thinking she’s asleep.

With nothing more than a few moans, I clean between her legs, feeling disappointment at washing away my cum, my mark, from her flesh. But I have every intention of repeating this again—as many times as I can.

After cleaning myself up and throwing on some boxers, I sit in the wingback chair and watch her sleep.

And that is where Blake finds me an hour later.