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She tried to speak, but he caught her lips in a primal kiss, dipping his tongue into her mouth like a man who’d dreamed the act a thousand times. He traced every hollow, every dip and curve, until his taste was all she knew. She moved with him when his fingers twirled through her hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. His soft moan drew her back, his lips still touching hers, their breath mixing.

“I’d like to say I’m sorry, but I’ve wanted you for a long time, and I don’t plan on wasting any opportunity I’m given.” He kept his voice low, the sound barely reaching her, as he kissed the soft shell of her ear, making her arch into him. “By the time I’m finished, no one in the room will doubt you’re mine.”

Scarlet moaned as he slanted his lips over hers again, this kiss more demanding than the last. He didn’t taste her this time, he conquered, thrusting inside, devouring her mouth, eating her without mercy, without hesitation. Every flick of his tongue sent a pulse to her groin, heating her juices until they coated her pussy. Hell, if he didn’t stop soon, she just might come.

Roman pulled back, swiping his tongue along her lower lip. “Damn, you’re beautiful—your lips all full and wet.” He drew a deep breath. “Smells like your other lips are the same.” He bent forward, placing a quick kiss on her nose. “Now, let me see your sexy body.”

Scarlet snagged her lip as he pulled the edges of her robe apart, easing it over her shoulders until it pooled around her wrists. She skirted a look at Everett. He sat in the chair, brushing his cock through his jeans, his gaze focused on her breasts as Roman reached down and held one heavy mound in his hand.

“God, I love your breasts.” He grazed his thumb over her hard nipple. “So big and firm. And your nipples… They’re so quick to respond.” He looked into her eyes. “You like it when I pinch them just a bit hard, don’t you?”

She cried out as he tweaked one turgid bud, rolling it around then pulling it firmly away from her body. She couldn’t stop from arching into him, begging him to use his mouth. Roman smiled—his reply a heated breath across her skin.

“Oh, yeah. I’m going to use my mouth.” He nodded toward her hands. “Now get rid of that robe and hold your breasts for me.”

A shiver tingled along her spine. His voice was rough, dominant and edged with a tone she hadn’t heard before. Her nipples tightened further as she slipped the fabric off her wrists and placed her hands beneath her breasts, lifting them toward his face.

“Very nice.”

Shit, his praise shouldn’t make her body cream and her pulse race. She considered herself obnoxiously independent, her career choice a clear indication that she didn’t have issues speaking her mind or going after what she wanted. But just hearing that gravely tone wash over her fluttered her stomach until she knew she’d do anything just to have him praise her again.

He leaned in, licking each one. “Like sweet, little strawberries.”

He dipped his head down farther, this time taking her full nipple into his mouth. A moan vibrated through her chest as he drew on the hard bud, nipping at it then rolling it around his tongue. She reached for his head, needing to thread her fingers through his thick hair. Roman hummed, plucking her other nipple with his fingers.

“It’s too bad you can’t have a taste, darling.” He repeated the caress, switching sides. “They’re absolutely delicious.”

Scarlet tilted her head, brushing her hair against the curve of her ass as the hat teetered and slipped to the rug. She thought about tossing it aside, but that meant releasing Roman’s head, and she couldn’t seem to get her fingers to let go. He pulled back, lifting just enough to meet her gaze.

“Lay back. I can smell your arousal and if I don’t get a taste of you soon, I might just die of thirst.”

She moved with him, his hand braced against her chest, the other cradling her head. He fanned her hair across the rug as she settled onto the soft fur, still gripping his head.

“Roman.” She forced herself to swallow, hoping to ease the dry rasp of her voice. “I’m a bit self-conscious of…”

“Of what?” He circled one nipple with a single finger before looking behind him, smiling at the man now openly caressing his shaft. “Everett?” He flicked it off as if the man was nothing more than a fly as he returned his attention to her. “He’s just jealous I’m the one who gets to touch you. Hell, this is as close as he’ll ever get to having such a fine piece of ass.” He reached down and cupped one pearly cheek in his hand. “And you do have an incredible ass. One I’d love to play with. But first…”

Roman trailed his finger up, drawing it through her narrow slit. He murmured his approval as he brought his drenched finger to his mouth, licking the moisture clean. “Like peaches and cream.” He made another pass, dipping deeper. “God, I can’t wait until you come all over my tongue.” He narrowed his eyes as he gazed at her bare sex. “Okay. Now I want you to open up nice and wide for me. I want our friend over there to see just what he’s missing. Every drop of your juice. Every pulse of your clit. I want him to know what a lucky man I am.” He hooked his thumbs along the inside of her knees and drew them apart. “Keep them like that, or I’ll be forced to punish you. And I’m sure that man would love nothing more than to see your pretty ass spanked.”

Scarlet could only nod, shifting her gaze between Roman and Everett. The man was pumping his cock, making it weep with anticipation. Roman brushed her skin, and she skirted her eyes back to him. He eased away, giving Everett a better view of her pussy as he drew her inner lips apart and gazed at her clit.

“So delicate. God, it amazes me how something so fragile brings you so much pleasure.” He swirled his finger around the tiny nub, drawing her hips forward. “You like it when I touch you there, don’t you? But I think you like it even more when I lick you.”

The breath she’d been holding hissed free as Roman dipped his tongue into her sex, before curling it around her clit. Darkness threatened, her body so sensitized she had to will her release away. Too much. Too many sensations, and she couldn’t seem to stop the ascent.

“Fuck, Scarlet. I’ve only just started eating you and already I can tell you’re close. Damn, you’re such a responsive little minx.” He lapped at her. “That’s it. Fight it. Wrap your fingers around my hair and make me work for my sweet prize.”

Scarlet moaned, and when Roman growled in reply, she couldn’t stop another moan from rumbling free. God, he was good. Plunging his tongue deep inside her, then spreading the warm liquid around her clit. She lost track of time, of the man groaning in the background, as Roman slipped his finger inside, touching her deeper than any man ever had.

“Damn, you’re tight.” He wedged two inside her this time, pushing against her tender flesh. “I’m not going to last long once I get inside you. I’ve never felt such sweet pressure.”

“Oh, God. Please. Please let me come.”

She didn’t care how desperate she sounded. He’d taken her higher than she’d ever been, and she knew if he didn’t let her come soon, she might just melt into a puddle of lust.

Roman chuckled against her flesh, pulsing her clit. “Okay. I’ll let you come. Now throw your head back and scream for me.”

His name vibrated off the walls, as his mouth latched around her clit, his fingers pumping her slick flesh. Everett groaned his release as hers rocked through her, sending her pussy into spasms, her vision exploding into shards of colored light. Roman hummed against her flesh, the sound of him lapping up her juice only prolonging her orgasm. She’d never come that hard before and was somewhat frightened at the thought of him making love to her. What if she lost consciousness? Or worse. What if she lost her heart?

Scarlet fluttered open her eyelids just as Roman moved over her, his cock nudging her weeping sex. She didn’t know when he’d stripped off his clothes, but the feel of his hot flesh against hers made another ripple of pleasure shiver through her. He smiled at her reaction, inching inside her, when Everett’s voice sounded behind them.

“Fuck this. I can’t see anything if you fuck her that way.” The man scraped his chair closer, remnants of his climax still clinging to his skin. “I want her on her hands and knees. I want to see those tits bounce as you pound her from behind. What good is having an ass like that if you don’t use it?”

A deep flush laced heat down her neck as the man moved into a more favorable position. She’d always considered her ass to be a bit on the ample side, its mounds matching the large swell of her breasts. But the way the men at the Manor had been sizing it up, she was starting to see it in a different light.

Roman tensed above her, and for the first time since he’d touched her, she saw uncertainty. She met his gaze, reading his thoughts in the shift of his eyes. He didn’t want to take her like that…didn’t want to cheapen what they were sharing for the first time.

She smiled and brought her lips to his ear. “Nothing can change what this means to me. So take me anyway you want.” She dipped her tongue inside the shell. “You can make it up to me next time. And I’m counting on there being a next time.”

Roman grunted, whether from her actions or words, she didn’t know. But before she could feel the loss of his cock, he had her flipped onto her knees, one hand wrapped around her hair, the other gripping her waist.

He tugged on the strands, arching her head back as he whispered against her neck. “You’ll pay for allowing me to take you like this, and I can’t wait to spank that pretty ass. But for now, give him a good show, ’cause he’s right. Every man dreams of thrusting against an ass like this.”

Scarlet cried out when he connected his hand smartly with her buttocks as he plunged his cock home, sheathing himself inside her. He tugged on her hair again, adding a sharp sting as he pulled his shaft back through her tissues, rimming the edge of her sex with the crown before reclaiming the lost inches, making the muscles on her ass shimmy from the impact.

“Ah, fuck. You’re so damn beautiful.” He moaned as he slammed home again, locking his sac against her clit. “I’m not going to last long. You’re just too damn sexy.”

“Then fuck me,
hard
!”

She tossed her head back as he tugged more firmly on her hair. God, when had she turned into a masochist? She’d never allowed any lover to inflict even a hint of pain. But every sting of her scalp, every firm slap on her ass only increased her desire until she begged for more.

Roman answered her plea, peppering her cheeks with forceful taps as he drove into her, pumping his hips like a man on a mission. He rode her
hard
, plunging deep with every stroke until she wondered if she might split. She’d never had a man claim her so completely, taking her to the threshold between pleasure and pain. Every thrust set her on fire, every slap intensifying it until she didn’t know which pleased her more.

“Fuck, darling. I can’t hold it off. Come for me. Give me what I want.”

He released her hip as he smoothed his hand down her thigh, cupping her mound. He paused as he circled his fingers around her sex, touching her skin where it opened to accommodate his driving shaft. He grunted again, sliding his finger up to her clit, rubbing the roughened pad across the tight nub. Her breath hitched as the extra stimulation rocked her higher, suspending her on the verge of climax.

He left her there, hanging, for three agonizing heartbeats before slamming into her. His body
clenched,
and he tightened
his hand around her hair
a moment before he shouted her name, the
hard
pulse of his cock sending her over the edge. She echoed his scream as her pussy milked his shaft until she wasn’t sure how he stood the pressure. He tugged her head back, granting him access to the sleek line of her shoulder. Scarlet tried to breathe, to gather any form of control, when
his teeth locked around her fles
h and her world exploded.

Pain and pleasure merged into one, draining her strength, Roman’s grip the only force holding her up. She fell back to earth, her body spent, tears burning behind her closed lids, his name a whisper from her lips. Roman curled into her, easing her against his chest, holding her possessively around the waist. He mumbled something, but all she could do was breathe.

The chair scraped against the floor, the sudden sound startling her. She forced open her eyelids, tensing when Everett stared at her, a cruel smile curving his lips. He stood, yanking up his pants before shuffling over to them, the stench of his aftershave smothering her.

“Now that’s how you fuck a bitch.” Everett gazed openly at her as he joined them on the rug. “I can see why you want to keep her undercover. She’s one hell of a feisty little fuck. Okay, you’ve proven your claim. Meet me back here…ten o’clock sharp, and I’ll take you along. But make sure you bring cash. My supplier doesn’t take credit.”

Everett’s laughter followed him out of the door, the solid thud shattering the intimate atmosphere. Roman sighed against her back, resting his forehead against her head. Uncertainty bunched her muscles as he gave her a squeeze, gently shifting her forward as he eased free of her body. A thousand thoughts raced through her mind, but all she could focus on was the empty feeling between her legs and how cold she felt without him wrapped around her.

His footsteps sounded on the floor behind her, and she took several deep breaths before finding the courage to turn, inhaling sharply as she watched him tug his briefs over his hips. God, the man had a perfect ass, the muscles rippling as he adjusted himself before grabbing his jeans and tugging them on. He turned, his gaze traveling the length of her body as she kneeled on the rug, too shocked to do more than stare at him.

He gave her a stunning smile, bending down to offer her the robe. “You okay?”

His words snapped her back to into focus and she nodded, knowing her voice would carry the desperation strumming through her veins. She didn’t want to get dressed. She wanted Roman to make love to her again. Gently this time. Have him claim her in another way—one that would ease the erratic pounding of her heart and settle the need clawing at her conscience.