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I pull out of her and her breath hitches.
“No…I mean…yes…what was the question?!”
Taking the opportunity I spin her around, grab her hips and set her back up on the bench, teasing her entrance with my swollen cock and crushing my lips to hers.
“Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” I purr as I pull away, a wicked grin spreading across my face. “And I will give it what it needs.”
Pressing my lips back to hers I gently push the tip just inside her slit before stopping.
“Oh God,” she groans desperately, screwing her eyes shut. “It’s…yours, Roman. It’s fucking yours.”
“Good girl,” I growl, before ramming myself back inside her. “Now I’m going to make you cum.”
I kiss her neck, thrusting harder and deeper, squeezing her hips and pulling her into me. When my lips make their way back to hers, she immediately moans into my mouth.
“I…I…” She whispers breathlessly. “I’m so close.”
Fuck me this is incredible. She’s so wet I actually can feel her dripping down my leg. But I know I’m barely holding on to my own climax.
“At the end of the day,” I grunt, accelerating my rhythm. “I love you, Abigail Wayne. And I don’t give a flying fuck if you love me back.”
“Roman, I…” She starts to say, as her entire body begins to shake,
“This is mine. It’s been mine the entire time…because you…were…made…for me,” I grunt heavily.
With the last thrust I explode inside her, just as she throws her arms around my neck and seizes around me, lost in her own orgasm.
But as my climax slowly fades, and I’m left holding Abby’s trembling body tightly against mine, I realize that what I said in the middle of our ecstasy was true.
I do love her.
I have loved her all along.
Chapter Thirty-Four
ABBY
Sex has never been like that before.
My entire body quivers as I come down from the high that only Roman can take me to.
But right now, my brain is only thinking about one thing:
Roman said “I love you.”
How? How can he love me? After all I’ve done?
My thoughts are running a mile a minute trying to process everything that’s just happened.
The truth is Roman scares me. Not because I think he will hurt me, but because of the way he makes me feel.
Free.
It’s true, I felt free after I killed my husband. And then I felt free when I started my noble work as a vigilante killer of bad men. But even then, I had restraints. I had a code that kept my demons in check, and gave me limitations that kept me in control…but I was still a prisoner of my own morality.
The reason that Roman terrifies me, is because he is the hand that threatens to unlock them completely. He wouldn’t fend off my demons. He would feed them, fuel them, fuck them mercilessly, and let them run wild.
Yes, he locked me in my house tonight. But not because he wanted to control me, rather because he wanted the opportunity to understand why I’d been killing his men.