Chapter 12: Veiled Vows: Chapter 12

Roman is ridiculously attractive, and what started as a way to get him to stop asking questions and deal with the burning heat inside of me has turned into something completely different. I watched him fly across the street to my rescue even though I wasn’t badly harmed, and the way he beat up Seth before coming to see if I was alright simply ignited that aching flame inside me that’s burned since my mysterious rescuer burst into my life.

Is it wrong to get turned on by a man causing carnage to save me? I don’t know.

I don’t even care.

All I know is that it ignited my blood, and thanking Roman by getting down on my knees was all I could think about doing, but it’s not over. With the slightly salty yet strangely appealing taste of Roman lingering on my tongue, he catches my wrist and pulls me closer in one smooth move that sends a thrill dancing through my body.

“I said I’m not finished with you,” he repeats, cupping my face with his entire hand. He pulls me in for a brief kiss that’s deep but fleeting while his other arm snakes around my waist and pulls my body in line with his.

“Come on then,” I challenge as my pulse races and heat warms me from head to toe. “What are you waiting for?”

He takes it exactly like the challenge I intend and kisses me deeply, pushing me back against the deli counter, but I’m not backing down without a fight. He kisses me one way and I bite his lip, then kiss him another. He pulls my shirt and I shove him away into the opposite counter, sending several unknown items clattering to the floor.

When I kiss him, he nips my lower lip and thrusts his tongue into my mouth while groping my breast through my shirt. We stumble together once more as Roman kicks away some boxes and we roll against the next counter. I shove him again, and this time Roman falls back against the deli meat display case. It shakes and trembles, then one of the small statues topples off the top and clatters behind the register where a flurry of sparks erupt and the deli falls into darkness.

“Oops,” I gasp, barely concealing my giggle. “Is that bad?”

“Fuck it.” Streetlights streaming in through the slats of the front blinds highlight Roman’s smile as he reaches for me. “I don’t care.”

The next kiss is powerful and biting as we fight each other for dominance. I try to win by hopping up onto the counter and pulling Roman between my legs, but he breaks the kiss and lavishes biting attention to my neck and shoulder. In the dark, every touch is better. Teeth are sharper. Tongues are slicker. Fingers pinch and pull at clothing, and in a battle to remove my jeans and panties, nails scratch soft skin and teeth graze painfully across shoulders. But each heat of pain is ignited by a lick of pleasure, and our combined moans and gasps create music in the small space between our hot bodies.

“Hurry up and fuck me,” I order as I reach down and grasp Roman’s hard cock, tugging forcefully. “Or are you incapable of coming twice?”

Roman slams inside of me without a word, knocking all air from my lungs and losing me to the sudden rough sensation of being filled so rapidly and without warning.

There’s no pain, only an overwhelming rush of sensation that catches my breath in my throat while my mind short-circuits. I can’t think. Can’t breathe. Can’t move. For a second, I’m suspended in pleasure. Then Roman kisses me and I kiss him back just as hungrily. My legs wrap around his waist, my arms circle his shoulders, and I pull us as close as we can get while he fucks into me with short, hard thrusts. I claw at his back, grabbing my nails across his shirt and yearning to feel the hot skin underneath.

He kisses my jaw, suckles my earlobe, then kisses a path across my face to my lips. This time I thrust my tongue into his mouth and take control, cupping his cheek with one hand and soaking up every delicious inch of his cock.

Until his thrusts come faster and harder. Each one slams into me and his cock strokes right across my G-spot, bringing bursts of stars across my eyelids. My lips part and we hold that pose, gasping and panting into each other’s mouths while he fucks me faster and faster. I tighten my legs around his waist, letting the motion rock our bodies together. My pulse becomes a blur, desire floods my veins, and all I focus on is the growing ball of pleasure in my core.

We share the same breath, pass our moans back and forth between parted lips, and his hair becomes my reins as he fucks hard.

We come together with loud cries that dissolve into silence as he leans over me and kisses me like he’s a drowning man and I’m his only source of air. His kiss is all-consuming, and he robs me of breath as each powerful thrust packs his cum deep inside me while my pussy ripples and milks him of every last drop.

A last surge of pleasure and we sag down onto the counter, breathless.

“Shit,” I gasp, lightly patting his shoulder. “You did good.”

Roman huffs out a tired laugh. “Are you about to give me a rating breakdown of my fucking?”

“Maybe. Would it turn you on?”

His laughter is sweet and somewhat wholesome. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Shame we’ll never know.”

Roman slowly lifts himself and hovers over me. Even in the darkness, the sharp handsomeness of his features shines through with the streetlight cutting across his face. “Is this where you tell me this is the last time?”

I nod, gently pushing him back until his cock leaves me in a hot rush. “We can’t keep doing this.”

“I’m not complaining but … why?” Roman steps back.

“You know why.”

“Warring families, we hate each other, et cetera, et cetera.” I can tell he rolls his eyes just from the tone of his voice. “Is that the real reason?”

“What other reason is there?” Hopping down from the counter highlights the ache in my hips and I bite back a groan. God, he fucks good.

“That each time we do this, you feel like you’re betraying the man you’re in love with.”

“Let’s not get psychological.” Retrieving my clothes, I try to ignore how his words make my chest ache. “Sex makes people soft.”

“And you can’t afford to be soft?”

“Exactly. It’s different for me and you. Besides, this?” Pulling my jeans back on, I nod between the two of us. “It gets in the way of my plans. A marriage on paper is fine but anything else …”

Why do these words feel like a lie? Like I’m spinning some sort of thread I can’t let anyone else see?

“Do you really think that?” Roman asks. There’s some plastic scuffling, a clink of metal, and then the lights slowly blink back on. Roman leans back from behind the register and fixes me with a soft look. “Tell me the truth.”

“I do.” Saying that while looking him in the eye with his jaw covered in my love bites is oddly … painful. I don’t like him … do I?

“Then you know where I’ll be when you change your mind.”

Hold on, does he like me? No … no, he’s just being cocky.

“Whatever. Thanks for your help earlier.” I blow him a cheeky kiss, trying to play this whole thing off as a game and nothing more, but an unexpected weight grows in my stomach as I walk away.

“Anytime,” Roman says, leaning back against the counter.

And that sounds like a promise.