Page 46 of Revenge Saints

I drop to my knees and crawl toward him; I keep my eyes locked on his. Roman closes the door behind him, leaning back against it, arms relaxed.

That fire in his gaze? It never wavers.

“Such a beautiful toy,” he groans, thick with hunger, and heat floods through me.

I crawl to him slowly, eyes locked on his as I reach for his belt, fingers working the buckle until he grabs my wrists, holding me in place.

“Do you miss him?”

My brows furrow. “Who?”

His chuckle is dark, bitter, and full of venom. “Ethan.”

I roll my eyes. “Of course not.”

His grip tightens suddenly, making me gasp. “Was he rough with you?”

I shake my head, breath catching. “Not enough.”

Roman’s laugh rumbles deep in his chest as he yanks me to my feet.

“So you do like it rough,” he says, not a question, a promise.

“I do,” I breathe.

“Good,” he growls, dragging me against him, his mouth at my ear. “Because I’m going to fucking break you, Bryn. Ruin you so completely no other man will ever touch you again.”

Before I can react, he throws me onto the bed.

My body bounces against the mattress, but he’s already on me, pinning me down with his full weight. I hear the zip of his pants, feel the burn of denim as he rips mine down, and then.

Without warning, he thrusts into me.

I scream, my back arching from the sheer shock of it, sharp pain laced with raw need that makes my thighs tremble.

It hurts. God, it hurts, but I crave it.

I live for it.

“Roman!” I cry out louder, the sound echoing off the walls, loud enough for Dante to hear, and I want him to.

“You love this,” Roman growls into my ear as he thrusts harder, his hips punishing me with every brutal snap. “You fuckinglove it when I take you like this, no slow build, no foreplay, just my cock splitting you open like the filthy little slut you are.”

The headboard slams against the wall, rhythm savage, relentless. My body trembles beneath him; the pleasure and pain twist so tightly I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.

My eyes roll back. My fingers claw at the sheets. His voice, his cock, hiscontrol—it’s too much and never enough.

A shiver cuts through me. The pressure is building fast and sharp, and I’m so close it feels like I’m unraveling under his weight.

“Yes,” I moan, breath ragged. “I love it so much.”

He grunts, the slick sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the room. One hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back, forcing my spine into a deep arch.

“I’m taking your ass,” he growls, feral. “Raw.”

My breath catches.

He pulls out of my soaked pussy, and I feel him press the thick head of his cock against my ass. I exhale, forcing myself to relax, his cock still dripping with my arousal.