Chapter 28

CHAPTER 28

AURORA

S he was on his lap. His lap. Kissing him!

I shouldn't care.

I didn't care.

She could have him.

Good riddance.

I turned as the bedroom door opened. Roman strolled in.

Without considering the consequences, I picked up an expensive-looking decorative vase off the fireplace mantel and threw it at him.

It shattered against the wall a few feet to the right of him.

He unknotted his robe belt and shrugged out of it. He was wearing a pair of black silk pajama bottoms and nothing else. "So you were eavesdropping."

I tightened my hold on the sheet I had wrapped around my body. "Go to hell. If you don't let me out of this bedroom this instant, I'm calling the police."

He tossed his robe over the end of the bed. "And tell them what, baby girl? That I provided you with necessary emergency medical attention and afterwards let you kick me out of my own soft warm bed so that you could sleep and have sweet dreams about what a thoughtful boyfriend you have?"

"You're not my boyfriend."

He winked. "You're right. Boyfriend is way too prosaic of a term for what we have. Perhaps, lover? Fiancé? Master? "

I narrowed my eyes. "Jailer? Kidnapper?"

He stepped toward me.

I raised a warning hand. "Don't you dare come near me after you were kissing that woman!"

Roman ground his fist in his palm and cracked his knuckles. "I wasn't kissing her and that's not how this works."

Dropping the sheet, I ran full tilt for the bathroom. If I could just reach it, I could lock myself in.

I never even got close.

Roman lunged.

Wrapping his arm around my waist, he lifted me clear off the floor.

I kicked out and screamed but could not break his grasp.

He tossed me onto the center of the bed. His heavy body followed, pinning me down. He forced his hips between my legs as he stretched my arms over my head.

"Get off me!" I raged as I bucked my hips.

"Keep moving," he taunted.

My eyes widened when I felt the hard ridge of his shaft press against my stomach.

He wedged his hand between my legs and flicked my clit with the tip of his finger.

I ground out through clenched teeth, "Don't touch me."

He pushed one thick finger inside of me. "I own you. I'll touch you whenever and however I want."

I pulled on my arms but couldn't break his grip on my wrists. "You don't own me."

He pushed a second finger inside. "The hell I don't. This sweet pussy is mine and only mine."

I hated how my body was responding to him. I could feel the heat pool in my stomach as he continued to tease my clit.

He shifted his hips. The wide bulbous head of his cock pushed inside of me. I inhaled sharply, bracing for what would come next.

He let go of my wrists and placed his hands on either side of my head. He pushed his thick length inside of me. Slowly. Making sure I felt every torturous inch.

"Go ahead, kitten. Scratch me," he breathed against my neck. "Claw me," he commanded as he thrust in. "Draw blood."

I cried out as I raked my nails down his back.

"That's it, baby, do your worst. It won't stop me from fucking you raw… from fucking what's mine," he threatened as he thrust again.

"I hate you," I cried as my hips tilted up to accept his cock.

He licked my nipple, then sucked it deep into his mouth. "There isn't a woman on the face of this Earth who compares to what I feel for you."

He placed his hand under my right knee and lifted my leg high, thrusting in deeper.

"I don't believe you."

"Then I'll just have to keep showing you. Over and over again."

I couldn't resist taunting him. "Not if I leave you."

His dark eyes hardened. I had poked the devil and would now pay the price.

He flipped me onto my stomach. Pulling me up onto my knees by my hair, he pounded into me from behind. "If you wanted it rough, baby, all you had to do was ask." He then pushed his thumb into my ass as he fisted my hair.

"Oh, my God!"

"There is no god here," he growled. He punished me with his cock as he bit my neck just above the shoulder blade in his fervor.

The wicked irony of him fucking me like a demon, all while denying the existence of God while we were literally in a church, was not lost on me.

He thrust harder and faster, taking my breath away. As I felt an orgasm crest, he pulled free, tormenting me. He then pushed back inside, bringing me close several more times before he finally let me come. I collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air, every inch of my body covered in sweat.

He flipped me onto my back and straddled my head. His thighs pressed against my ears so that I couldn't turn my head away. He fisted his cock and held it in front of my mouth. "Open your mouth."

I tightened my jaw closed.

He pinched my nipple. Hard. I cried out. He then pushed his cock between my lips. He thrust in so deep, my torso bucked as I choked. I clawed at his thighs, but he wouldn't relent.

When he finally pulled out, I desperately fought to pull air into my lungs before he thrust in again.

My lips stretched wide over the base of his cock as the back of my throat burned.

When he pulled out, he rose up on his knees. Bracing his hand on the headboard, he violently stroked his cock until he threw his head back with a roar.

He covered my face and breasts with his hot, salty come. Marking me.

Before I could react, he reached for his robe belt. He snatched my arms and dragged them over my head. He then wrapped the silk belt around my wrists and secured them to the headboard.

Roman climbed off the bed and stared down at me as he adjusted his pajama bottoms.

"I'm going to enjoy thinking of you tied to my bed with my come drying on your face as I shower."

I kicked my legs. "You can't leave me here like this."

Roman shook his head. "Be a good girl or I'll use that come to fuck your ass until you beg me for mercy."

He turned and walked toward the bathroom. My only satisfaction was in seeing the raw, red scratches from my nails down his back.

"I hate you!" I called out.

Roman chuckled. "So you keep telling me. Your wet pussy tells me otherwise."

It was no use. We both knew I was already in his killing jar, uselessly fluttering my wings, a silent final fight against my inevitable fate.