Chapter 17: Saturday night: Romi gets a taste

What the hell had I done? I asked myself for the thousandth time as I drove to my flat.

Running away to hide again made me feel ashamed. I wasn’t a man who ran from my problems usually and I certainly wasn’t a man who hid from trouble. Yet my Little Miss Trouble had me doing both on a regular basis. It had to stop, but I didn’t know what to do about the situation.

It was clear that Sonia wasn’t going to give up on us any time soon and while on the one hand that thrilled me, on the other, I knew that it was only causing us both more grief. Our relationship wasn’t something we should pursue no matter how good it felt.

“Fuck!” I cursed, scrubbing my hand over the stubble on my chin.

We had come so close to being caught. That would have been a bloody disaster. I was surprised the guys hadn’t noticed my hard on when I’d left Sonia in the games room after playing our own naughty and very stupid games. I should never have allowed things to go that far but it was getting harder to deny my feelings for her and even harder to deny my cock which was still refusing to soften.

This was ridiculous. I felt sexually frustrated in a way I hadn’t been since I was a teenager. I needed to get control of my libido.

As soon as I got to the flat I stripped and climbed into the shower, using the time under the water to sort myself out, but I didn’t think a bit of DIY would fix my predicament for long.

Not when my mind was determined to remind me of how good Sonia’s body felt when it was pressed against me. Or how she had smelled enticingly of cinnamon, chocolate, and citrus, all my favourite smells. Or how sweet her lips tasted. I groaned, wondering if she would taste that sweet in other places too. She reacted so well to everything I did to her. It really was like we were made for each other.

Sonia was completely intoxicating and no matter how I tried, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. The most worrying thing was that I didn’t really want to. I couldn’t have her but by god, I wanted her.

My feelings for her were deeper than I had ever felt for any woman before. In fact, I was falling for her more with each moment we spent together and if I didn’t put the brakes on things now, I would be lost because if I let my guard down any further, I would be so completely and utterly in love with her that there would be no way back for me.

Fuck!I blew out a frustrated breath. I longed to make her mine but giving in to my feelings for Sonia meant risking everything, my heart, my family, my place in the Bratva, and possibly my life.

For me to do that, I would need to be sure that what was between us was as real for her as it was for me, but I wasn’t convinced.

Thinking about it was giving me a headache. I needed a bloody drink.

After quickly drying off, I donned a pair of joggers and headed downstairs. I was walking into the kitchen to grab a bottle of vodka, intent on drowning my troubles in a sea of alcohol then crashing for the night when the doorbell rang. I frowned at the intrusion. It was a bit late for visitors, but I answered anyway. It was always possible one of the guys had decided to pop over for some reason.

Yanking open the door, I nearly died when I saw it was Sonia.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, looking past her for her bodyguard.

“Who’s with you?”

“Eh, nobody,” she says coyly.

“What?” I asked incredulously.

“I snuck out. I’m alone.” She smiled.

“What the fuck, Sonia?” I practically shouted at her.

“Need to use your loo!” she said breezily, pushing past me and heading quickly upstairs.

Rooted to the spot, I could only stare after her in shocked disbelief that she had the audacity to not only sneak out of the Estate alone at this time of night when things for our family were so unsafe, but also to come here to my flat when she knew the trouble we would be in if anyone had followed her.

Shit! I glanced along the street but thankfully it was quiet, so it didn’t look like she had been. Also, I noted that she had managed to park in a spot at just around the corner at a dead end which wasn’t easily noticeable from the main road and only to me because of my front door being elevated at the top of a set of steps. There was a parking spot across from the flat, which meant she had deliberately chosen where to park. At least she wasn’t entirely clueless about the problems her being her could create.

Hurrying back inside, I quickly closed the door and took the stairs two at a time as I pursued my wayward Little Miss Trouble. I sniggered. I’d certainly given her the right nickname.

She was still in the bathroom when I reached the top step. I tried the door, rattling the handle, but it was locked.

“I’ll be out in a minute,” she called.

Fuming, I stood in the hallway outside, desperately thinking about how to deal with her being in my personal space again. I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to kiss her again like last time and this time not stop. Equally, I knew that I must not.

What the hell was I going to do about her?

I couldn’t believe she snuck out without protection. Her safety was important, she couldn’t play games with it. Especially with the current threats we faced. Anything could have happened to her. I was bloody livid with her right now. I paced outside the door, glaring at it every time I passed, as I worked myself up to a frenzy, my fists opening and closing in rapid succession as I fought a sudden urge to punch something.

Still, deep down, I knew that the fact she had come all this way just to see me, made me secretly thrilled. But she shouldn’t have! I reminded myself. Aargh, that little madam! I didn’t know if I wanted to spank her or kiss her. Or both. The images my mind bombarded me with at that moment had my heart racing and my mouth going dry. Thinking these thoughts was dangerous, very dangerous.

“She shouldn’t be here,” I muttered.

I dragged a hand through my hair in frustration. She couldn’t remain here, but I knew she wouldn’t just leave, at least not until we talked. I guessed it was time. I would talk to her and impress upon her the futility of our situation. If her continued persistence was anything to go by, I doubted she would accept my words easily. I would need to be harsh and frighten her off for good. Then I would make her leave and follow her back to the Estate to ensure she got there safely.

Decision made, I finally stopped pacing and lay my back against the wall, arms folded over my chest as I took long deep breaths in an attempt to calm the fuck down and waited.

What the heck was she doing in there? I huffed out an annoyed breath. She was certainly taking her time. I could hear her moving around but the toilet didn’t flush, and she hadn’t turned on the taps. If she didn’t come out in one minute, I was going to break the bloody door down. I didn’t care if that meant I had to buy a new one or not. I couldn’t take this waiting much longer.

A moment later I lifted my fist to bang on the frigging door when she pulled it wide, and I froze. My breath hitched as I stared open mouthed. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The outfit she had arrived in was gone and instead she was wearing one of my T-shirts. It was large for her, coming down to almost her knees, but she looked so fucking adorable.

As always, my cock was quick to react at the mere sight of her, twitching its delight. I felt suddenly lightheaded and sucked in a breath through my nose. I almost reached for her, just stopping myself in time. Fuck. I was that desperate for her. Almost desperate enough to say fuck it and claim her the way my cock was begging me to. I couldn’t do that, but god how I longed to.

Panting hard and on the verge of losing control, I remained stalk still as she slowly took a step towards me, before stopping and simply staring at my chest. The desire I saw in her eyes, the way she licked her licks, and her short, shallow breaths were nearly my undoing.

My cock throbbed in my pants and my palms began to sweat with the effort it took to not pull her to me and give her what she so obviously wanted.

Why did she have to make it so bloody difficult?

Didn’t she realise what we were up against? Surely she knew that if I took her and made her mine, I wouldn’t ever want to let her go? Was she truly ready for that? Could she really deal with the consequences of forming a relationship with me? And were her feelings even real?

My frantic inner dialogue ceased as she reached out and touched me, her small hands flattening against my pecs.

My nostrils flared in anger, and I sniffed hard. She needed to stop, because if she continued to touch me, I was going to lose hold of the little control I had and do something stupid.

“What are you doing? Do you think this is a game, Sonia?” I asked her through clenched teeth.

“No,” she whispered, looking up at me her intense gaze holding mine prisoner.

Fuck, the way she was looking at me almost had me convinced this was more than just lust. More than a simple crush. But was it, or was it just my wishful thinking? I shook my head. There was only one way to find out. I had decided to be harsh and attempt to scare her off, but I was no longer going to talk. It was time for action.

I badly needed to touch her, and I was going to do just that. If I was lucky and she didn’t bolt right away, I would even have myself a little taste of her again. My sensible side was shouting, not a good idea!, but I was no longer listening. I was about to do something to push my Little Miss Trouble’s buttons the way she had been pushing mine. I grinned evilly. It would either scare her off or seal her fate as mine.

Time to put my Little Miss Trouble’s feelings to the test and see just how much she wanted me.

“You want to play games with a man, honey? Then you better know that this man likes it rough!”

Grabbing her, I ripped the T-shirt from neck to thigh making her gasp in fright. Okay, sweetheart, let me see how you really feel.

“Is this what you want?” I growled, before fisting her hair and crushing my mouth against hers in a rough dominant kiss of possession.

She squirmed in my grip, but I held her tight, continuing my punishing kiss, treating her roughly. If she wanted to be mine, then she would need to get used to my dominant ways. If she truly wanted me, she needed to know exactly what she was getting herself into. If she didn’t run for cover after this, I knew I wasn’t dealing with an inexperienced girls crush. If she could take what I had to give, then I knew her feelings for me ran as deeply as mine for her, and I would fight to keep her. No matter what it took.

Holding her tightly to me, I bit her lower lip, not enough to break her skin but enough to make her gasp so I could force my tongue deep inside her hot, wet mouth. She tasted so good. Sweet with a touch of strawberry. I wanted to kiss her more gently; to savour her taste more, but savouring would need to wait for another time. If there was one. This time was a test of her commitment to us, and I needed to keep the pressure on.

It was time to up the ante.

“Do you want more, babe?” I murmured against her lips before kissing her hard again and reaching between us to roughly squeeze her tit, eliciting a whimpered response.

Her moan of pained pleasure egged me on. I needed to hear more of that sound. I ground my groin against her stomach as I squeezed again, thrilled to be rewarded with an even louder moan from those delicious lips. Fuck! She made me so hard.

Yanking the remnants of the T-shirt down her arms I trapped them behind her, tying her hands with the material, as I crushed her to me. Her tits pressed against my naked chest felt as sexy as hell. I held her with one hand while I let the other roam her body. The skin-on-skin contact sent shockwaves of pleasure straight to my cock which throbbed unrelentingly, desperate to get in on the action. I ignored it. It was out of luck. This time at least.

Still the throbbing pressure was driving me insane. I ground my groin against her stomach and pinched her nipple. She squeaked and her body jerked from the unexpected assault. Smirking, I broke the kiss to watch her eyes as I did it again, expecting her to protest but she didn’t.

Instead, she surprised me when her head fell back and her eyes fluttered in pleasure as she gasped, “Oh, god, Romi.”

She was enjoying this as much as I was. I grinned as my hand slid between her legs, her wetness confirming my thoughts. She was soaked. I stroked her and she pushed into my hand, panting hard. Her tits brushed against me in the most erotic way as her chest rose and fell with each breath. I focused on her clit, stroking hard. She rocked against me, her breaths becoming more frantic.

My cock jerked in my jeans, as my need to have her sky-rocketed. I wanted to taste her. My mouth salivated at the thought. I wanted to taste every part of her and then sink my hard cock deep inside that wetness. I couldn’t let things get that far though. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Not if our antics scared her off. Though the way she was responding to me, I doubted they would.

It didn’t matter, regardless of how things played out between us, I wouldn’t sink my cock into her wet pussy tonight. But I wasn’t done with her yet. I was going to taste her.

Sonia squeaked in surprise as I quickly lifted her, bride style, and strode into the bedroom, and pushed her down onto the blow-up mattress.

As soon as I had her on her back, I pulled open her legs and exposed her fully to my gaze.

“Don’t move!” I commanded, happy when she obeyed.

My Little Miss Trouble was bare, totally hairless, and I could see everything. I licked my lips at the sight of her pink, glistening folds, nearly coming in my pants there and then. I breathed deeply and clamped my eyes shut as I slipped my hand inside my jogging pants to grab my shaft. Groaning, I squeezed the end hard and managed to pull myself back from the brink.

“Romi?”

My eyes flew open at the sound of Sonia struggling to sit up.

“Lie still. I want to look at you,” I told her in a stern voice.

She lay back against the pillow and bit her lip as she watched me stare at her. A thrill ran through me at how easily she submitted to my commands.

My eyes devoured every part of the luscious body spread out before me. I couldn’t help the feeling of raw desire that ran through my body, like an electrical current, at the sight of her tied up in my bed.

Sonia didn’t say anything, just lay there looking up at me with longing on her face, her body shivering under my lust filled gaze. My heart hammered wildly at the matching desire I saw in her eyes and a primal sounding growl rose in my throat as if from the very depths of my soul as excitement coursed through me.

This woman excited me beyond anything I had ever known before. I remembered all the nights I had spent dreaming of seeing her laid before me like this and never believing it would ever be real. The reality was better than anything I had imagined. She was gorgeous in every way, utterly perfect.

A feeling of pure possessiveness came over me. I couldn’t wait any longer. I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her beautiful silky-looking thighs and started to lick.

Attacking her like a man possessed, I alternated between licking, or sucking on her little nub and then slipping my tongue inside her. I groaned at how good she tasted, sweet and a tiny bit spicy, unlike anything I had ever tasted before. I could taste her forever and never tire of it.

She bucked into my mouth, moaning loudly. I wasn’t gentle. The scruff of my beard scrapped against her, reddening her skin and I delighted in the marks of my possession on her. I lunged back over her and took her mouth in another punishing kiss before I moved to one nipple then the other. Each tight little bud needed my attention, and I was more than pleased to give it to them. Sucking and nibbling on them until she squealed in pleasurable pain.

God, she was amazing!

“Please, Romi,” she begged as my hand continued to tease her wet folds. Dropping back, I smirked and pulled her legs over my shoulders.

“Keep them there,” I commanded before plunging my tongue deep inside her while my thumb circled her clit.

It wasn’t enough. I ran the index finger of my other hand through her wetness, coating it in her juices then quickly thrust it into her bottom hole. She cried out, startled by the action, her body tensing but I didn’t let up on my assault of her pussy and within seconds her muscles relaxed again. I pulled my finger out and thrust it back in as I did the same with my tongue matching their rhythm. I kept up the pace while circling her clit with my thumb until she was panting hard again, groaning, and moaning her pleasure with each gasp for breath.

Every atom of my body was on fire for this woman spread out before me like a buffet for a starving man and god how I felt starved for her. I smirked as she moaned deeply. I thought being a little rough might have scared off my innocent Little Miss Trouble, but she was definitely not scared. Far from it.

Sonia had enjoyed everything I’d done to her and submitted to every demand I’d made, and I hadn’t even started on my usual level of dominance yet.

The sounds she made were turning me on. I was so bloody horny I could barely contain myself, my cock so hard it was painful.

Sonia murmured my name and bucked up into my mouth wanting more so, I gave it to her, adding a finger in place of my tongue and thrusting a few times. She was so tight but very wet, but I managed to insert another, as I licked and sucked on her tasty little clit. She gasped and moaned with every lick and suck.

Sonia was one noisy little lady when turned on and I loved it. I especially loved hearing her moaning my name over and over. It sent shivers of excitement racing around my body, fuelling my desire to have her come. I hooked my fingers every time they entered her, finding the right spot in her raging hot centre and after a few more thrusts her whole body tensed.

“Romi, I’m going to come!” she practically screamed at me before her pussy clamped down on my fingers as she came hard.

Hell, yes. That was exactly what I needed. She was what I needed. I was going to keep her!

The thought almost knocked me off my rhythm, but I kept licking and sucking on her, desperate to ring every last drop out of her orgasm.

When I knew there was nothing left, I looked up at her and smiled in satisfaction at the beautiful sight of her lying there in the aftermath of her first orgasm with me completely sated.

“That was amazing! I love how you make me feel, Romi,” she said shyly, and my heart clenched.

The look of love on her face changed everything for me and the rightness of my decision to keep her settled inside me. I couldn’t let her go. I wouldn’t. I would find a way to keep her I vowed silently as I crawled up her body before kissing her deeply, knowing she would be able to taste herself on me.

Kissing her more gently this time, I untied her and hugged her tightly.

“Stay here,” I said, before heading into the bathroom for a cloth to clean her up.

After I’d cleaned her, I grabbed my pyjamas shorts and shucked them on and put the top on her. I wanted her wrapped in my scent as we slept. I kissed her on the forehead and laid her down on her side then snuggled in behind her, spooning her tightly.

We laid there quietly, enjoying just being in each other’s arms.

My hard-on was still throbbing like mad against her bottom, but I ignored it glad to have at least a thin layer of material between Sonia and my unruly cock. I needed relief, I longed to have her luscious mouth wrapped around my shaft, but I wasn’t going to push her. I had wanted to scare her off earlier but now, I definitely didn’t.

So, it would just have to bloody ache. It wouldn’t be getting any relief from her mouth or her tight pussy. There was no way I was taking Sonia’s virginity until I found a way for us to definitely be together. I needed to make sure that happened, somehow, and soon, because now I had the taste for my Little Miss Trouble, thoughts of making her fully mine were going to become all consuming. I held her tightly, feeling possessive, a million thoughts racing through my head, as I tried to think of the best way to do that.