Blackness Within (23 page)

Roman releases my hand as he descends the soft plane of my stomach, paying attention to the small pooch that at one point in my life caused me to be insecure. I’m comfortable in my own skin now and apparently Roman is enjoying it as well.

His dick is rock hard, bobbing against my leg. I’m not able to pay attention to it for long as Roman’s broad shoulders push my thighs apart and his face settles just in front of my pussy. His breath is skittering across me, sending chills up my spine.

His tongue sneaks out and takes a long slow lick as my eyes roll back in my head. Brain be damned, my body has taken over. Roman’s lapping becomes more fevered as I begin to thrash and quiver. When he settles on my clit, my orgasm builds at my toes. He sucks me deep in between his lips before nipping and I burst. I scream out, “Ahhhhh!” And then jerk my hips off the bed when Roman shoves a finger in me, intensifying my ecstasy.

The man that kidnapped me, threatened me, hurt me, told me he’ll allow men to rape me if I don’t obey him and is planning to murder my brother is giving me the best orgasm of my life. I’m so ashamed when the glow wears off I begin to sob uncontrollably.

“Shhhh,” Roman purrs in my ear after climbing up my body.

I cling to him for comfort. I’m his now and if he wants to give me orgasms or murder me I have no choice. I’m at his mercy.

He peppers my face with kisses, wiping away my tears with his lips. Intimate. Comforting. Once I calm down, Roman reaches into the bedside table drawer and retrieves a condom. Pushing up to his knees, he quickly sheathes himself. Palming his dick, he rubs the head against me and then moves inside.

Slowly, he breaches my entrance. I hiss at the full feeling until he bottoms out and stops. Roman lowers his winged chest to mine and captures my mouth in a passionate kiss. My flavor mixed with his arouses me and pushes my emotions to the back of my mind. There’s no point crying. This is my life now.

I drag my nails down his back before wrapping my legs around his waist. A growl bubbles from his throat as he begins to slowly thrust. In and out, his strokes are long and deliberate. I begin to meet him as he powers forward and that control he was exercising fades.

Roman’s powerful arm reaches around my waist as he pulls me up to meet him. The strength his body possesses amazes me as I slide back and forth on his cock. He drops his head to my shoulder and my mouth latches onto his ear, teasing and sucking.

“Natasha,” he groans, thundering into me.

Abruptly, he sits up on his knees and pulls me into his lap. I hold on tightly to his shoulders as he lifts me. Seated within me completely, he locks eyes with mine. I wait. I want to move my hips, rub my tits against his sculpted chest, but I don’t. I remain motionless waiting.

“You’re mine,” Roman growls.

“Yes,” I agree immediately.

Whether by choice or not, I’m his. I know this. I understand.

I rock myself against him slightly and a small smile breaks across his impassive face. His hands fall to my hips and he guides me up and down the length of him. He rests his forehead against mine and I do the same, looking down at where we’re connected. Pumping in and out of me, he murmurs, “Mine.” Then he plants me on my back and thrusts deeply, driving my body toward the ebony headboard.

Reaching between us, he tweaks and rubs my clit.

“Yes,” I moan.

He picks up his pace another gear and I grasp the ornate wood behind my head to steady myself. Roman places his hand over mine, interlacing our fingers as his mouth plunders mine. His tongue mimicking the motion within me. Intimate.

I squeeze his fingers as an orgasm takes over my core, flooding my body with heat. As I tremble beneath him, Roman releases my mouth, tips his head back and roars his own climax. It’s a heady thing to witness and extends my orgasm. I did that. I brought this powerful man to his knees with desire and passion.

Heaving and panting, he collapses on top of me. His hands travel up my arms until they reach my aching fingers. Gently, he pulls them away and guides me around his shoulders. Intimate. The misting of sweat on his body is cooling as I rub his ridges.

He nuzzles into my neck and begins to kiss and lick my skin. Intimate. One of his hands snakes between us and I hear the condom being snapped off. He throws it in the direction of the bathroom, never lifting his head away from me.

I continue stroking his chiseled back until a crisp knock breaks our moment. We were having a moment. I accept the fact as opposed to fighting it. There’s no point.

“What?” Roman barks out, making me jump.

He kisses my cheek in an apology while he waits for a response from our visitor.

“Blake Reynolds is here,” the man on the other side of the door announces.

I stiffen in an instant panic. Roman pushes up on an elbow to peer down at me with enraged eyes. There’s no way Blake can get me out of here. If Sully, Kieran and the guys couldn’t, Blake certainly can’t.

Roman’s going to kill my brother. I see it in his face as he sits up and climbs off the bed. He tugs on his pants and stalks to the door. Pulling it open only a hair, I can’t hear the whispered conversation. I have to do something. I can’t watch Blake die. I don’t want to die. We have to live. Even if I’m here with Roman, I’ll be alive. I can live this life knowing Blake’s safe.

Roman shuts the door and spins to stare at me.

Convince him.

I stand from the bed and pad over to where he waits. I stop only a breath away before peering up at him from beneath my lashes.

“He has to die,” Roman says callously.

“I’m yours now. You having me is more punishment than death. It will break Blake and the threat of the same will keep your people in line. You took me less than twenty-four hours ago. If people in your organization believe you have the ability to take and turn their loved ones this quickly, they’ll obey you. I’ll tell Blake that I’m not leaving with him. That I’m with you now. He’ll leave crushed. Please, Roman. Let me stay with you,” I plead.

He studies my face for a long while. A myriad of emotions and reactions skate across his striking face. The stars at the corner of his eye appear to twinkle with each crinkle that his skin moves them with.

“Anyone that comes for you again will die. You’re mine now,” he growls before dipping his face, his mouth possessively attacking mine.

I enfold my arms around his shoulders as his hands glide down my back to end on my round ass. He hoists me up off the ground and I dutifully wrap around him. When he plants me on the bed beneath him, I know I’ve won.

His dick is bobbing at my entrance and his kiss is intensifying. Roman reaches beneath my arms and drags my body up the bed where he wants me. I moan and arch into him as his fingers rub my clit before two fingers sink in me.

“Are you on birth control?” he murmurs against my mouth, locking his midnight eyes with mine.

“I’m on the shot,” I answer honestly.

He growls and then spears me with his dick, setting an intense pace. His eyes don’t leave mine as he powers in me.

“Tell me,” he demands.

“I’m yours, Roman.”

He groans at my admission and devours me ravenously.

Three orgasms later, Roman empties himself inside me. His come is hot, marking me. I can barely move so when Roman rolls us, settling my body on top of him, I go with it. His dick is still inside me as exhaustion takes me over. I fall asleep gazing at the dragon beneath me, thinking of my brother and how I’m about to crush him. It’s for his own good…I’m saving his life. One day he’ll understand that. He has to. I’m destroying myself to save him. It’s my turn.

Natasha

Walking through the halls of the warehouse, the last hour plays in my mind over and over again.

Roman woke me up with his face buried between my legs. It was a good way to rouse me to make me briefly forget what was waiting. It was brief. I showered in Roman’s glass encased shower and talked to myself the entire time. Convincing myself I was making the right choice…the only choice. Then Roman stepped in the shower and halted my one-sided conversation.

He washed and conditioned my hair before he lathered my body with his hands. Covered in suds and hot water, he took me against the glass…hard. Once my feet were righted, I washed him. I trailed my hands down his sculpted inked skin. As I studied the ridges and flats of his body, he finally spoke.

“My intention was to torture and torment you. To scar your unblemished skin. To allow my men to use your body like a Port-A-Potty. To mentally demolish you. To dismantle you until death would seem merciful,” Roman informed me coolly.

I dropped my hands from him and took two steps away until I bumped into the shower wall, panic quaking through my frame. He followed, pinning my body to the glass before tipping my chin to force my gaze to his face and his twinkling stars.

“When I kissed you in the basement, you gave me something I wasn’t expecting. You kissed me like you craved my touch. As though me kissing you was the only thing providing you breath in that moment,” he continued softly, genuinely.

The panic within me bolted to an all time high. I felt bile race up my throat and my knees became weak. I was going to pass out.

I wasn’t kissing Roman in the basement. I was kissing Sully and if Roman was influenced by that intense experience…what if I wasn’t living up to his expectations?

“Natasha,” he purred. “If you’re playing with me…If you’re using your body to seduce me in order to find a way out…this will end how I initially intended. Women in my life only hold that place for specific uses before being discarded. Knowing that, they behave a certain way. There’s only animalistic physicality between me and them.”

“Like Maria?” I questioned shakily.

“Yes, like Maria. You offered me something different in the basement and this morning. I’m open to the option of keeping you in my life this way. At my side, in my bed and in my life. I can’t promise you monogamy. But I’ll provide you a good life while you’re with me. And you will stay with me, Natasha. Once you make your brother understand, you’re mine completely. I won’t share you and anyone that comes for you again will meet a grave fate.”

“I understand,” I whispered.

His brow furrowed and an ominous haze clouded his features, the dragon beginning to huff and puff.

“You’re okay with me fucking other women?” he snarled.

“I didn’t think I had a choice,” I murmured, closing my eyes.

He was testing me and I was failing. I don’t know how to play these games.

“Natasha,” he barked, causing my eyes to burst open.

“Do you want to share me with other women?” he demanded.

It was another test. I knew it like I’ve seen the others. He was challenging me to make the right choice.

“No.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to be like your other women,” I lied. If he only wanted to use me for sex, this would be much easier. My body reacts to his, uncontrollably. But my mind despises my body and its reactions.

What I said pleased him enough to cause that small smile to slip across his lips.

“You’re nothing like those women,” he assured me before kissing the corner of my mouth.

I nodded and sighed deeply. I have no clue if that means he’ll only fuck me. I’m not going to ask. I had a request though.

“If you’re going to sleep with other women, please use a condom with them and me,” I said.

“Natasha,” he growled menacingly.

“I’m sorry, Roman. I don’t want an STI. I’m assuming you won’t let me continue to work so I’ll lose my medical coverage. I can treat a lot of things myself, but I can’t treat things like herpes and HIV,” I protested.

“I have never fucked a woman without a condom until you,” he snarled in my face.

“Oh,” I said, stunned.

“We’ll discuss this later. It’s time to deal with your brother,” he instructed and moved away from me. I was dismissed. He was being cold and irreverent. And that was making my decision to stay with him harder. And worse than that, I missed intimate Roman.

“Stupid,” I muttered as I stepped onto the cool tile.

Staying with Roman was a life or death decision. It was the right one to make. Eventually he would get sick of me like he did Maria and his other women. He would hopefully send me away and not in a body bag when that happened. I held onto that hope as I dressed in clothes laid out on the bed for me, a purple cashmere sweater and a black pencil skirt. There were stockings and a garter with a tiny thong and demi-cup bra.

I dressed quickly and returned to the bathroom to dry my hair and put on some make-up. Roman was at the far sink shaving his face with a straight razor when I entered, only a small towel slung around his hips.

He looked gorgeous, but the way he treated me in the shower was reminding me I was nothing to him. The idea that I let this man take all the power in my life was infuriating. I thought about trying to wrestle the straight sharp blade from him. As I considered it, I realized I couldn’t beat him. It was pointless to even think it.

I didn’t speak to him or acknowledge his presence as I flipped on the hair drier. Bending at the waist, I let the hum envelope me. After longer than necessary, I righted myself to find Roman standing inches behind me studying me in the mirror.