Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

ROMAN

I lifted my hands off the piano keys and rested them on either side of her throat. Her pulse beat rapidly beneath my fingertips, like the beating heart of a trapped bird. Her long silky hair teased my naked chest as I leaned in close, towering over her from behind.

I knew she was afraid.

She should be.

I was tiring of her attempts to escape me.

She needed to understand that this was forever.

This wasn't love. This wasn't obsession. This was my soul, completely possessing hers. This was my darkness devouring her light for my salvation. This was fate. It had all become crystal clear the moment I grasped her wrist as she dangled from the balcony. It was the purest rush of power I had ever experienced. I'd held her life in my hand. Whether she lived or died had been at my sole discretion.

For the briefest of moments, I'd wondered what would have happened if I had just… let go. She would have died, but then she would have been mine forever in that moment. No other human being would have ever laid eyes on her again. She would have remained locked in my memory, in my heart, alone. She would have become my complete possession in every sense of the word.

If she were dead, she'd never leave me again.

Instead, I'd chosen to let her live. By hauling her over the balcony edge and into my arms, I had saved her from nothingness. I had brought her back to life… a life that would now be lived exclusively with me.

I applied the slightest pressure to her throat. "You know how much it means to me that I can trust you, kitten."

Her neck muscles contracted as she swallowed. She said nothing.

I squeezed her neck. Not enough to cut off her air, just enough to show her she was under my control. Her life was once again in my hands. "If I cannot trust you… then you will force me to take certain measures ."

Her body trembled beneath my hands. "Roman, I?—"

"Shhhh. Don't speak. If you lie to me in this moment," I fanned my hands open until my palms cupped her jaw and my fingers threaded into her hair, "I might do something we'd both regret."

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, inhaling the intoxicating scent of warm citrus and apple from the Les Royales Exclusives Jardin d'Amalfi perfume I had recently purchased for her. I had found it did not satisfy me knowing the clothes on her back, the food she ate, and the roof over her head were all provided by me. I wanted the very scent of her skin to be mine as well. Each night, I reveled in stripping her bare and dabbing the perfume between her breasts and in the small hollow between her hip and abdomen. Even now, the scent still clung to her.

I slowly twisted my hands into her hair. From her sharp intake of breath, I knew it stung her scalp. "You need to learn that your freedom is a gift from me. I can just as easily revoke it. Is that what you want, my dear? Do you want me to lock you in a room, far away from any temptation to disobey me?"

She raised her torso in a futile attempt to escape the pressure I was placing on her scalp by the tight hold I had of her hair in my fist. "No, Roman. Please, please don't lock me away."

The corner of my mouth lifted. She was so adorable when she begged me not to hurt her. I pressed into her back as I leaned down low. "Then prove it," I growled.

I lifted her up by her hair. Aurora stumbled to her feet. I then kicked the piano bench to the side. Leaving one hand twisted in her locks, I turned her to face me. I grasped her jaw with my free hand and tilted her head all the way back. "I suggest you do your best to be very persuasive."

I used my grip on her hair to lower her to her knees.

I grasped the waistband of my pajamas and forced it down until my hard cock sprang free. I tightened my grip on her hair. "Open your mouth."

Her lips trembled as they opened.

"Wider."

She tilted her head back slightly and opened her mouth wide. I placed the head of my cock on her tongue. I loved the sight of her on her knees, submissive and vulnerable. I felt a surge of power. I relished it, knowing that soon I would control her very breath, as if I once again controlled whether she lived or died.

I thrust forward.

Aurora's shoulders lifted as she gagged.

I pulled back and thrust again, not relenting until the sensitive head of my cock pushed against the back of her throat. "Swallow it," I demanded through clenched teeth.

Her small hands pressed against the tops of my thighs as she tried to pull my entire thick length into her tight throat like I had taught her.

Despite her pleading eyes, I knew her sweet pussy was wet right now. She could protest all she wanted, but I knew she craved being debased and used like this. She loved feeling overpowered by me as much as I loved overpowering her.

My shaft glistened from her saliva as I thrust back and forth, punishing her mouth. The muscles of her throat contracted around my cock as I pushed deeper and deeper, almost sending me over the edge.

Unable to hold back any longer, I slammed my hand down on the piano keys. The dark, dissonant chord reverberated over both of our bodies as I leaned over her and took control. I pinned her shoulders between my body and the piano. Leaning my forearm on the top of the piano, her head brushed my stomach as I pounded deep into her throat, fucking her mouth. Her whimpers sent vibrations up my shaft, spurring me on. "That's it, baby. Choke on it."

I was holding onto the taut thread of my anger, knowing that at any moment it could snap. It took all the control I had to not let it snap, to not truly choke her sweet throat with my cock.

Breathing heavily, I pulled my hips back. Grasping my shaft, I squeezed it tight as I pumped my fist up and down its length. "Keep your mouth open."

With tears in her eyes, she obeyed.

I shot my come between her lips, coating her tongue.

The moment I was finished, I grasped her shoulders and lifted her high. I sat her on top of the piano and ripped her yoga pants and panties off in one swipe. Sliding three fingers into her mouth, I ran my fingertips over her tongue, collecting my come. Using the flat of my free hand, I pushed her back until her body was splayed on top of the piano. "Open your legs."

Her knees fell open wide.

I ran my hand over her pussy, coating it with my come.

Aurora moaned at my touch as her torso lifted off the piano.

I burrowed my head between her thighs, then wrapped my arms around her legs and pulled them closed, wanting to feel her skin against my jaw. I stretched my tongue out and licked between her pussy lips, tasting the mixture of both of our arousals.

Aurora groaned, "Oh, God, yes!"

Reaching from under her right thigh, I used my fingers to force her open wide. Leaning in, I flicked her clit with my tongue. Her hips bounced on the hard, polished surface of the piano as I feasted. I rapidly moved the tip of my tongue up and down, then side to side, knowing it would drive her wild. "I love the taste of my come on your pussy."

Aurora grasped my hair and pulled, pressing me deeper against her cunt. Her breath was labored. "Roman, Roman, oh, God, Roman!"

I moved my tongue until her thighs tightened around my head and she screamed her release.

But I wasn't done with her yet.

My cock was already hard again.

I pulled her off the piano and turned her limp body around, bending her over the top. I gripped her hair and yanked her head back. She cried out in pain, but that was nothing compared to what was coming. I raised my arm and swatted her pert ass.

"Ow!" she cried out.

I spanked her again and again. Her body squirmed and tried to escape my grasp, to no avail. I punished her ass until it glowed a bright cherry red, reveling in her pleas for mercy.

She would get none from me.

Her tears smeared the surface of the piano.

I pried open her ass cheeks and tilted her hips up. "You're lucky I'm not fucking your ass raw," I threatened, before plunging balls deep into her sleek pussy.

Her body jerked forward. One of her hands dropped to the keys, pressing down another strangled chord. It was dark and jarring, an off-key, tortured sound. The twisted harmony of our relationship.

I fucked her hard and fast, finally giving full rein to my anger at her deception.

The heat from her punished skin caressed my hips as I slammed into her body, spurring me on.

Pulling on her hair, I slapped her ass again.

"Roman!" she cried out.

I loved the sound of my name on her come-coated lips. Loved how it resonated with both pleasure and pain, our own dissonant chord.

I released her hair and gripped her hips and as the rhythm of my thrusts increased, my balls tightened. I could feel my second release building. With a roar, I let loose deep inside of her. She wasn't pregnant yet, but it was only a matter of time before she carried my child, a blood bond with me she could never break.

My hands slipped from her hips and slammed over the piano keys as I collapsed forward, covering her sweat-slick back.

I sucked in several labored breaths and struggled to slow my beating heart. After several moments, I rose to my full height. I gripped her hair again and pulled her off the piano and down onto her knees before me. She looked up at me with unfocused eyes as the ripples from her own second release still caused her to clench her thighs.

Her hair was a tangled mess from my tightened fist. Her lips were red and swollen. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as they regarded me with a mixture of fear and desire. She looked beautiful.

I released her hair. She dutifully remained on her knees.

I righted my pajama bottoms and reached for the scattered sheets of paper that still littered the other side of the piano. Crushing the top of one sheet in my hand, I held it before her.

Aurora looked away.

I grasped her jaw and forced her to look at the paper. "What is this, Aurora?"

"You know what it is."

"I want to hear you say it. Say it, Aurora."

I could feel her jaw clench under my fingertips.

She stubbornly remained silent.

"Say it, or I swear to God I will place you in a room so tightly guarded, it will be years before I allow you to see the light of day."

She blinked. "It's a letter from Mr. Rochefort offering me a scholarship to his music school."

"No."

She frowned, obviously confused.

I crumbled the paper in my fist. "It's another man offering to take care of you."

Her eyes widened. "Roman, that's not what he meant."

"You dared to ask for another man's help?"

"Please, Roman. I didn't mean to?—"

"Enough," I growled. I released my grip on her hair and stepped back.

Closing my robe, I tightened the belt around my waist. Calming my voice, I said, "I regret to inform you that Mr. Rochefort is no longer in a position to offer you anything ."

I had taken care of that the moment I learned of her plans. I had contacted the Conservatoire de Bourgogne-Franche-Comte and made it excruciatingly clear that any further attempts to contact Aurora would be met with swift retribution from me.

Aurora crawled on her knees toward me. She placed her hands on my thighs and lifted pleading eyes. "Don't kill him, Roman. Please, he didn't know he'd be in danger by helping me."

I reached down and caressed her cheek. "That should be a lesson for you, kitten. You will place anyone you turn to for help in deadly peril. Do you understand me?"

The tears fell down her cheeks, wetting my fingertips. "I understand, Roman. Please, just don't kill him."

"That is up to you. If you ever attempt to contact him again, he's a dead man."

She vigorously shook her head from side to side. "I won't. I promise."

I leaned down on my haunches. I cupped her cheeks in my hands and pulled her close. I pressed my lips against hers, tasting the salt of her tears. "You need to understand, baby. I will let nothing and no one take you from me. Ever. I will tear this world apart to return you to my side, if you are foolish enough to try and leave me again, and I don't give a damn who I kill in the process."

She sniffed. "I won't leave you, Roman."

I smoothed an errant curl off of her cheek. "I wish I could believe you, but I fear blood will be spilled before you truly learn your lesson."

She shook her head again as she gripped my wrist, pressing her cheek into my palm. "Don't say that, Roman. I understand. I promise you won't have to hurt anyone for me."

I looked deeply into her bright eyes. "I don't think you do understand. When I say I will hurt anyone who tries to take you from me… that includes you."

Her body started at my threat. She blinked several times, but said nothing.

I leaned my forehead against hers. "Don't make me hurt you, baby, because I will, if that is what it will take to keep you."

Not expecting a response, I kissed her on the forehead and rose to my full height.

I left her curled up in the fetal position, partially concealed under the piano.