Page 216 of Hate to Love You

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Page 216 of Hate to Love You

“Why?” He says huskily, his thumb rubbing circles along the pulse point in my neck.

Straining up onto my tip toes, running my nose along his jaw I whisper.

“You make me feel alive.”

Suddenly, his lips smash into mine, electricity sparking between us. My hands grip the lapels of his suit jacket, pulling him closer.

His hand snakes round to the back of my head, fisting my hair tightly and tugging, causing me to moan against his mouth, as his tongue caresses mine. My back arches into him, my breasts crushed against his chest.

His attention is demanding, my body under his control.

Just like me, under house arrest.

The realization hits me, and I push against his chest, forcing him to take a few steps back.

My chest heaves as I take him in.

The way that his suit is disheveled, his hair ruffled and wild, and the look on his face is laced with the same darkness and desire that floods my veins.

I lunge at him, my body crashing into his.

He catches me with a grunt, my legs wrapping around his waist to steady myself as my hands tug his hair, forcing his head back as I lick up his throat, nipping sharply at his jaw causing him to hiss as he squeezes my ass.

My hands run across his chest, feeling his muscles bulge and clench beneath me as I explore him. My nails claw at his jacket, forcing him out of it as I throw it behind me while he walks us toward the workbench, planting me down roughly.

His hands run along my thighs, squeezing as he pushes the rest of my skirt, bunching it at my waist. His cock rubs against my lace covered pussy, my hips grinding against him, chasing the delicious friction.

“I hate how much I want you sometimes,” I whisper my lips ghosting over his, I feel his lips quirk as a smirk forms.

“Fuck me like you mean it then, Foxy.”

Leaning back, I hook my fingers into his belt, spreading my legs slightly as his fingers brush my slit. His eyes shoot to mine as he discovers how wet I am for him, and I feel his knuckles brush across me. His fist clenches as he forcefully tears my lace panties from me. The fabric burns across my hip as he pulls it free, exposing me completely.

Locking eyes with me, he lifts my panties to his nose, inhaling deeply as he groans before tucking them into his suit pants pocket.

“Mine.”

His finger runs down my wet slit, gathering me on his finger before he pops it in his mouth, sucking it clean, causing my lips to part.

“So fucking mine,” he growls, making my pussy clench with need.

His hands grip my cardigan, forcing it off my shoulders, as he runs his hands down to the hem of my shirt, tugging it up and over my head exposing my nipples to him.

Roman’s large hand wraps around my throat before he smashes our lips together, biting me softly. He pushes me onto my back and squeezes my neck as he leaves a trail of kisses against my jaw, continuing his path down my neck.

My body is on fire, every nerve ending misfiring as he overloads my senses. I can feel the path of destruction his eyes have left behind as he reaches my breasts, turning me into a quivering mess. He sucks my left nipple, biting down and making me moan. Impulsively my back arches from the sweet pain, thrusting my breasts into his face. Sucking harder, he suddenly pulls back and blows, causing my hands to flail around me trying to find something to grip.

“You look so good like this, Foxy, all flushed and needy, I want to mark your flesh, so everyone knows your mine.”

His teeth continue to nip at me playfully and painfully, sucking the sensitive marking and sending waves of pleasure through me with the possessive act.

I jerk upwards, needing to touch him, to taste him.

I hook my fingers into his waistband, pulling him to me as I reach down, and run my hand over his hard length, squeezing him firmly.

Roman holds my hand against his throbbing cock as he grinds against me, his fingers back between my thighs. His hands explore, rubbing and squeezing my thigh before he sharply grabs me, pulling me to the edge of the workbench, slapping a hand against my pussy.

I gasp, as the shock from such a painful pleasure shoots through my core.




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