Julianna

In all my nightmares of how my life would end, I never expected it would end like this. Trapped in the apartment of my mortal enemy, an apartment I walked myself into. Weaponless. And wearing a stupid red dress.

Whydid I ever come here?

Abel banged on Roman's apartment door again, making it thunder against my back and into my body. "Roman, open up!"

Roman's fingers tightened on me. Any second now he would open the door and feed me to the monster. It's what he should do.

In my mind's eye, Abel's face glared back at me from his arrest photo I'd found among the files of the Tyrells' known associates. I'd recognized him instantly as Scarface from the graveyard. The one chasing Roman, the one I had mistaken for Roman's father. I knew Roman must hate Abel, or at least dislike him. But not enough to help me.

Stolen glimpses of crime scene photos of women who had crossed the Tyrells flashed in my mind. Dresses torn, skin slashed into ribbons, bodies violated over and over again before they likely begged for death. I doubted anyone would ever solve my murder.

Roman lifted his hand towards the door. This was it…

Instead Roman pressed a finger to my lips, making me flinch. I stared at him, my mind a tumble. He wanted me to stay quiet. Was he…helping me? His features were impassive except for the pinch of his mouth and a hint of wildness in his eyes. He was afraid. For me?

Of course it wasn't for me. He feared for himself. It wouldn't look good for him if he was caught alone and half-naked with a lady cop in his apartment. His loyalty to his family would be immediately put into question. With these kinds of families, loyalty and trust meant everything.

"I know you're in there," Abel yelled again. "You little shit," he added in a lower voice. There was the sound of a keys jangling. Roman's eyes widened. He grabbed me around the waist, picking me up as if I weighed nothing, and strode across the living room, his feet barely making a sound against the tiles. I could barely breathe. I didn't dare protest or make a sound; I just had to trust that whatever he was doing was going to save my ass because it meant saving his own.

The key sliding into the lock sounded like a saw going through wood. The lock clicking open sounded like the cock of a gun.

Roman dropped me on the bed in his room and flipped me over to my stomach. He grabbed a hand around my hips and yanked me back so I was on my knees at the edge of the bed, my hips in the air. He growled in a low voice. "Play along if you want to live."

What?

The front door banged open. I heard Roman's towel drop to the carpet. He shoved my dress up to my waist and I felt cold air between my thighs.

"No. Fucking. Panties," he hissed.

Shame flamed my cheeks. I tried to crawl away but his hands gripped my hips. What the fuck was he doing?

He pressed against me so the backs of my thighs were flush against him and his length was pressed against me. Holy shit. He was naked. And hard.

My pussy throbbed as I remembered the last time Roman and I were in this position.

"Roman?" The bedroom door creaked open. I muffled a small scream into the mattress. "Jesus Christ," Abel muttered.

My cheeks flared when I realized what he would be seeing. Roman naked and my ass in the air. At least he couldn't see my face. Just play along, Jules. You might get out of here alive.

Roman let out a small snort. "Get out, dog. I'm busy." As he spoke he ground his hips against my ass in a slow, lazy way as if he were fucking me. His hard cock slid all along my pussy, rubbing at my clit. I let out a moan. There was no need to "play along". Despite myself, I lifted my ass and pushed back against him. I wanted more of that delicious friction. I heard a low curse coming from Roman as his cock pulsed between my thighs. He wanted this as much as I did.

"Your father wants you," Abel said, cutting into my thoughts. What the fuck was I thinking? Had I completely lost my mind? Abel, Giovanni's "butcher,"was still here. I was still in danger, and all I could do was wriggle around on Roman's dick like a horny teenager?

"I'll come after I'm finished," Roman said.

"I'm to bring you to?—"

"Get the fuck out, dog. You're killing the mood."

"Maybe your lady friend would?—?"

"She is not for you." Roman's fingers dug into my hips and I let out a small squeal. "Now get out before I fucking throw you out."

I could feel the tension heating up the room like a suffocating steam. Were they going to start fighting?

Roman kept grinding against me as if he didn't care we had an audience. My body and mind warred as my thighs coated with wetness. This was fucking crazy.

"Fine," Abel finally said. "But you are to go to your father's as soon as you're done."

"Yes, father dear," Roman muttered.

The front door slammed shut. That was so close. Too close. But I could barely feel relieved.

I was alone again. With a naked Roman. In his bed.

I could feel his cock along my aching core—God only knows how he managed to stay hard this entire time: his hips still pressing up against my ass, making all those delicious feelings from that night wave through my body. I pushed back against him and let out a whimper.

A crack went through the air and pain flared across my ass as his palm came down on me. I let out a yelp and tried to crawl away but he held my hips with an iron grip.

"You came into the home of a known criminal with no fucking panties on," he said, his voice rumbling with fury. "What the fuck were you thinking? Huh?"

"I didn't?—"

Another smack of his hand sent more fire through me, cutting off my lies. Pain turned to a wave of pleasure. His cockhead pressed at my entrance and my head spun. Oh god. I ached so much.

"Is this what you came for?" he taunted, rubbing himself along my entrance.

"No," I moaned as I pushed back, searching for more.

"Dirty little liar," he growled, refusing to give me what I wanted, dipping the tip of his cock just inside me, torturing me. "Tell the truth."

"I…" I wanted him so bad. "I don't want…"

"Then why are you so wet, Jules?" He bent over me, caging me, and reached around with his fingers to find my clit. Pleasure jolted through me, causing my brain to short circuit. "Why are you gushing all over my fucking fingers?"

"Stop," I moaned, my hips bucking, unsure anymore of what I was even asking for. "Please…"

"Please what?" he demanded, his fingers rubbing my clit in circles.

We shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't be letting him do this. So why couldn't I stop him?

Why couldn't he stop?

"Please…" I begged.

"Fuck, you make me crazy," he growled as he slammed his cock into me. Pleasure exploded through me as he filled me, hitting that spot deep in my pussy. All I could do was grip the sheets as he pounded me, hard, like he was trying to break me. Like he was punishing me. With his fingers working my clit like a maestro, I couldn't hold back.

I let out a scream as my world shattered. As my vision went white and my body shuddered as the orgasm waved over me. Over and over. I sagged onto the bed, my breath coming out as small cries.

"Fuck." Roman launched off me as if my skin was suddenly burning him. I blinked, trying to clear my head from the orgasm, wondering what the hell had just happened.

I rolled around to face him.

He stood there, leaning with one hand against the furthest wall, his chest heaving, staring at me as if he couldn't believe what he had just done—what we had just done.

Feeling self-conscious, I pulled my dress down to cover myself. "Roman?"

He strode out of the bedroom. I rearranged my dress and buttoned up the front as I followed him. He stood in front of his large TV, remote in his hand, still gloriously buck naked, although his erection had softened.

"What are you doing?" I asked, coming up behind him.

He didn't answer. His shoulders seemed to tense as I drew to his side. He turned the TV on, flicking through the channels until a black and white view of the front of the building showed onscreen. I flinched as Abel strode out. It must be the security live feed. We were both silent as we watched Abel get into a black SUV passenger seat; it then peeled away from the curb.

Roman turned off the TV and threw the remote onto one of the cream leather couches. I instinctively took a step back as he turned to face me, fury rolling off him like hot waves, his beautiful features twisted. For a moment, I felt a shiver of real fear zapping down my spine.

"Leave."

"I haven't?—"

"Leave now. Don't ever come back here again."

I blinked back a sting at the back of my eyes. He blamed me for almost getting caught. He blamed me for losing control. For making him lose control.

You were the one who decided to waltz right into enemy territory unannounced wearing a skin-tight red dress with no fucking panties.

"Aren't we going to talk about what just happened?" I asked limply.

Roman strode right up to me until our noses were only inches apart. "Leave before I call the police."

The irony of his threat wasn't lost on me. I gritted my teeth at the surge of bitter rejection that flowed through my veins. "This conversation isn't over."

His eyes narrowed. "Yes, it is. From now on, if you want to talk to me, call my lawyer."