19. Quinn

19

QUINN

" N o one will disturb us," Roman promised me, clearly having seen the look I'd darted towards the locked door. Wrapping his arms around my body, he pulled me into him. I pressed my face into the crook of his neck, breathing him in. He was so warm. So real. I couldn't believe just how quickly everything had turned on its head. For the first time since my return, I had hope. Hope that somehow, we could be together. That he'd be mine.

But beneath the hope, there was unease. Who could have spiked Roman's drink, and why?

"The drink thing. Do you think it was a case of mistaken identity?"

He sighed, kissing the top of my head as he brushed my hair aside so he could run his hand up and down my bare back. "Fuck knows. I'd like to think so, but I remember the drink being thrust into my hand, so it seems pretty deliberate to me. I just wish I could remember more about it. I didn't even see who did it. Not even their hand. Fuck," he muttered. "Every time I think about it, it makes me so fucking angry. Not even the fact that someone did that to me. The fact you got caught up in it, left alone on the boat. It's?—"

Raising my head, I kissed the scowl from his face until he was smiling at me. "It's okay. I mean, it's not okay, but I don't hold it against you, Roman. I think I always knew, deep down, that you wouldn't have done that to me. That was why I could never be as angry with you as I wanted to be. Why I let what happened in the boat shed happen."

His smile curved into a sexy smirk that I wanted to kiss from his face. "Yeah. I seem to remember you enjoyed that very much. We're definitely gonna have a repeat of that—the good parts."

"It's a deal." I let him pull me into his kiss, our naked bodies entwined, and I'd never felt so close to anyone before. Had never been so physically close, but this was more than that. I'd been Roman's ever since that first day we'd spoken, the day he'd taken me to the lake. His lake.

"In the morning, we'll speak to the others and work out what to do about your parents. Is there anyone you want to bring into this?"

I lay my head back down on his shoulder, idly caressing the defined lines of his stomach. "Aria, I guess, because she'd never forgive me if I left her out. I don't really want to involve Penelope because I don't want her to get caught between me and Freya any more than she already is. Other than that…Elena, maybe? I don't know her all that well yet, but she's Knox's girlfriend, and it's not really fair to ask him to hide this from her."

He shook his head. "Baby, if you're not comfortable, he'd understand. Fuck, I mean, we don't even need to involve him at all. Not if you don't want to."

"No, it's okay. You trust him, and that's enough for me. I get good vibes from Elena, anyway. So, Tristan, Knox, Aria, and Elena. And you and me."

"You and me." I could hear the smile in his voice, and then he laughed. "I can't wait to see Tristan's face when he finds out he's got to spend more time with Aria."

"Yeah, what's all that about, anyway? Aria always changes the subject whenever I bring him up. Or says something uncomplimentary."

"Yeah? Tristan does the same. Fuck if I know what's going on there. There must be some history between them, but if neither of them is willing to volunteer the information…"

"I guess it'll have to remain a mystery. For now."

Roman suddenly rolled us so I was lying underneath him, grinding his hardening length into me. "We've got far more important things to do. I've got the woman of my dreams in my bed and a lot of lost time to make up for."

The look in his darkened eyes made the breath catch in my throat. And then I registered his words. "Woman of your dreams?"

"Fuck, yes. You're mine, Quinn. In and out of my dreams. All. Fucking. Mine." He punctuated the words with rolls of his hips, sliding his erection along the length of my pussy, and I moaned.

" Roman ."

"Yeah. Say my name, baby," he growled into my throat. "I'm gonna make you fucking scream it by the end of the night."

I raked my nails down his back, and he hissed, then bit down on my throat as his fingers pinched my nipple, a pleasure-pain combination that made me so fucking wet.

"Roman. Oh. Fuck. More," I gasped out as he continued to torment me with little bites and touches and teases until I was writhing beneath him, desperate to feel him inside me. "Please. Need you."

Holding himself up on one elbow, his hard cock taunting me with just the glistening tip dragging across my stomach, his fingertips traced circles on my breasts. "I don't think you're ready to scream my name yet."

"I am. Please ." This had to be torturing him as well as me, surely? His cock was jerking and dripping precum, and his entire body was taut, his muscles straining, riding that knife edge of self-control when I knew without a shadow of a doubt that he wanted to sink inside me.

"So fucking impatient," he rasped, lowering his head to flick his tongue over my nipple before lightly biting down. "You want my dick inside you?"

This man was the biggest tease, and I couldn't stand it anymore. "Roman." I dragged my nails down his chest. "I'm so wet for you. All for you. Ready for you to fill me with your big?—"

I didn't even get to finish the sentence, but it had the desired effect. He flipped me, dragging me into a kneeling position with my back bowed and my face in the pillow. Gathering my hair into a ponytail, he wound it around his hand, the other gripping my hip. A groan fell from his throat. "So fucking hot and all fucking mine ."

As soon as he said "mine," he thrust inside me with one powerful movement that stole the breath from my lungs.

He fucked me hard and fast, pounding into me, tugging at my hair, his body so hot and hard against me. I braced my elbows on the bed, pushing back into him, needing this just as badly as he did. I wanted to still be able to feel him tomorrow. To have a reminder of his claiming of me.

As if he could read my thoughts, he gripped me harder. "You're fucking mine."

Then, he released my hair, his hand sliding under my body. One, two, three strokes of his fingers across my clit, and my orgasm hit me out of nowhere, sudden and so powerful that I couldn't breathe, couldn't see, consumed with this overwhelming wave crashing over me and dragging me under.

"Fuck. Quinn ." He thrust again, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with his hot cum, marking me as his inside and out. I gasped for breath, collapsing down with him on top of me. "Quinn," he breathed into my nape, his voice unsteady as we both struggled to get air into our lungs. He carefully rolled off me, easing out of me as he did so. I could feel his cum dripping out of me, and I rubbed my thighs together.

"What are you doing?"

I buried my face in the pillow, my cheeks heating. "I wanted to keep your cum inside me," I whispered into the soft fabric. Because he was so close, his breath skating across my ear, he heard every word.

"Fuck, baby. That's so hot. I've got a better idea, though. Roll onto your back for me."

When I instantly complied, he gave me a slow, dirty smile. "Good girl. Lie back and relax. I'm gonna make you feel so good."

Then, he used his fingers to fuck the cum back into me while he played with my oversensitive clit and got his hot mouth all over my breasts until I was coming again, falling apart on his fingers.

After that, there was nothing.

"Morning."

I blinked until the figure leaning over me came into focus, amusement dancing in those deep blue eyes.

"Morning. What time is it?" I croaked.

"Early. Almost eleven."

My eyes widened. "Eleven? That's not early. How did I sleep so late?"

"I fucked you so good you needed a long recovery period, I guess. Remember how you passed out after I gave you your best orgasm of the night?"

I half-heartedly punched Roman's bicep, and he laughed. "You can't deny it, Quinn."

"Okay, okay." Rising into a seated position, I glanced down at my body, gasping as I took in the marks he'd left on me. "Roman. Look."

His gaze went dark and hot. "Mmm. Yeah. I left my marks on you. Just like you left yours on me." He pointed at his torso and then twisted so I could see his back.

"I did that?" I whispered, staring at the red scratches on his smooth skin.

"Yep, and I like it. Feel free to do it anytime you like. Do you like my marks on you?"

Did I like his marks on me? Yes, I did. I loved them. I wanted him to mark me up all the time so everyone knew I was his. But— "I love them, but how am I going to explain them? If anyone finds out that you gave me these and it gets back to my parents?—"

He leaned forwards, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. "Don't worry about it now. We're going to sort this out, I promise. Let's go upstairs, shower, and get the others rounded up, and we'll come up with a plan. It's gonna be okay, Quinn. I'm not letting you go, no matter what."