Hell with Roman
o
his gaze fixed on me, his eyes lingering over every expose
tinctively tried to shield myself. How had we arrived at this plac
ere my submission to him had thrived admits my love for him, now tainted with
anding, betrayed a certain level of respect for the space between us. He
fire within me-one that brought both pleasure and pain. His touch, his very being, felt like an enigma. Why would a man return to his fo
his patience thinning with each passing second. I could feel the
ll too well what was to come. The familiar sense of dread gripped me, though a part of
es, darling, they do. An
rced them out. "They... they meet the devil,
d with a menacing calm as he approached, holding the familiar
on my face, his eyes a mixture of longing and fury. I saw in him not t
ipped my bare flesh. Rome no longer resembled the man I had onc
ortlessly onto the bed. His eyes sparkled with a predatory glea
ration, "why must you be so stubborn? Why must I alw
f soft kisses that bordered on torture. Each kiss, though te
begged, my words ch
good for the past few months, so why did you have to ruin it?" His hands worked quickly, undressing himself
ody still aching from earlier th
led, his voice filled with a mixture of satisfaction and cruelty. "A
ak, I felt the sharp sting of his hand against my be
ordered, his voice
barely able to ch
ame harder, making
pain and frustration mingling w
entle, almost affectionate-contrasted the brutality of his actions. He kissed my skin, his lips soft against the marks he had left behind. He licked my ski
pered with satisfaction. "I could fe
pleasure he brought me undeniable, even as my mind screamed in protest.
nce, and before I could say anythi
t pushing me further into a place where I was no longer sure of who I was or where I began. All that r
-lover, reduce me to this? To become nothing more than a toy for