Page 257 of Hate to Love You
I stiffen on top of him, my eyes darting to his as he gently runs his finger over my tight little hole.
“And one day Foxy, you’ll fucking take me here too.”
Holy. Shit.
Flipping me over suddenly, he pounds into me, every thrust punishing my traitorous pussy.
“Fuck Roman,” I moan, drowning in the feel of him.
Heat pools low in my stomach forcing me to arch up against him.
Gripping my hair tightly, he yanks my head back, exposing my neck to him, biting down his teeth digging into my skin.
“Fucking cum,” he grunts, forcing me closer to the edge.
“No,” I snap back, knowing that he’s riding that edge with me.
Biting harder, his hand reaches down to my clit, rubbing fast as the pressure peaks.
“Now.”
A scream tears through my throat as I climax, my muscles clamping down around him, my vision blurs as everything goes dark.
He doesn’t stop, forcing my orgasm to continue, before he tenses, his hips shuddering as a long low groan comes from him and empties himself inside of me.
Flipping us back over, I collapse across his chest. He’s still buried inside me, the aftershocks fluttering through me with each twitch of his cock.
We lay here, frozen in our ecstasy, our ragged breathing echoing in the room.
This man is everything I’ve ever wanted in a lover.
Pressing a light kiss to his chest, I finally push off of him.
“Breakfast?” I smile.
And when Roman Antonov looks up at me with that mesmerizingly playful smirk of his, there is only one thought that fills my brain:
I could get used to this.
As I round the corner to the kitchen, I freeze.
My entire kitchen is full of Roman’s men.
Oleg smirks at me, tipping up a steaming cup of coffee before his eyes cast back down as I feel Roman against my back.
“Everyone out,” he says, his voice hoarse. “Trevor, you stay behind.”
Without a second of hesitation everyone evacuates, a few of them casting sympathetic looks toward Trevor on their way out. After they close the door behind them, my house falls silent.
“Yes, Boss?” Trevor asks nervously.
“Go to the penthouse,” he starts, pausing when he feels me stiffen. His arm wraps round my stomach, giving me a light squeeze before he continues.
“I want it prepared for our arrival.”
“Consider it done,” Trevor says with a nod, taking a final sip of his coffee, before placing it in the sink.
Untangling myself from Roman’s hold, I walk into the kitchen and open the cupboard to get Lily her food.