Chapter 135 Homeland.
CHAPTER 135
Homeland.
SCARLETT – POINT OF VIEW
I’d planned to wake up early. I am breaking into Percy’s hotel room after all.
Instead, I wake in Roman’s arms, as he peppers kisses all over my neck. My body responds immediately. I groan and melt into his hold. I wrap my arms around his neck, pushing my boobs into him.
He digs his fingers into my hips and moves me.
I bite back a moan as I grind down slowly on his rock-hard cock.
He slips my dress off and lunges at my boobs. I am swollen and sore, ovulating, and it seems to excite him. He smiles and takes a nipple in his mouth. I throw my head backwards in reckless abandon, moving my hips rhythmically.
I do not have the capacity to think of anything else right now. His hands, his smell, his touch, his need fill my bloodstream. He is all I see. All I want. All I need. I know it’s ironic and a bit concerning, considering I am actively lying to him, but none of that matters now. Just him. Just us. We have always been sexually compatible.
He wraps his hand around my neck, a wicked glint in his eyes.
It makes my heart pound with need.
“Pull out my cock, and choke on it.” He presses his thumb to the corner of my mouth.
My pulse throbs as I take his finger in my mouth. I run my tongue over it, sucking softly and slowly.
His gaze darkens, and he drags out his cock impatiently.
I smile and slide off his lap. I take his cock, wrapping my hands around the base.
He inhales sharply as I engulf his tip in my mouth. His heat and salt burst on my tongue. I groan, fondling his balls softly as I suck him off. I take him deeper in my mouth until I choke, just like he wanted. Even then, I don’t stop. I take him in further, eyes watering.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so precious.” He gasps, pulls me off his cock, and lays me flat on the bed.
He tilts my hip up with the pillow and drags down my soaked shorts. I don’t wear panties to bed, and he knows.
His eyes flash with delight. He leans down and runs his tongue over me, taking all the wetness. I moan, throwing my head backwards. He holds me steady as he eats me out. I am made to take every wave of pleasure crashing into me. I belong to him. I have always belonged to him. My chest caves in as my orgasm tears out of me. Emotions flood my veins, and my eyes water.
“Scarlett?” He pulls away immediately, running his tongue over his lip.
“Did I hurt you?” He cups my cheek tenderly and pulls me up.
I hold on to him and shake my head. I don’t speak, though. I do not respond. The words are dust in my lungs.
How am I supposed to tell him how afraid I am? How scared that Emiliano is going to find me and take me away. There would be no leverage, nothing preventing him from ruining me.
How am I supposed to tell him that I am scared to go? I have always wanted to go back to Mexico, but now, I never want to. The home I grew up in is gone, taken over by a murderous tyrant.
How am I supposed to confess that I made him my homeland? Between shared silences, rage, secrets, and passion, Roman has become the most important person in my life, and now, I fear I may never survive him.
How am I supposed to tell him that?
How?
“Baby,” he rasps, and carries me in his arms.
He takes me to the shower, holds me firmly, and carefully washes me clean.
I try to stop crying, but the grief is present and overwhelming. It is a gaping hole in my chest. It is stealing every moment of happiness.
Roman will find out the truth. All of it. He will find out who I am, all the people I have killed as Rosalina Diaz, starting from myself. He will uncover all my secrets, and then, he probably won’t leave, because we’d be so intertwined, but he won’t stay either. He’ll be gone, and I will hate myself.
I’m fine waiting for that day to come.
He washes my hair tenderly, and I let him.
Then, he leads me back into the bedroom, freshly showered.
“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?” He rasps, looking at me intensely.
I lean forward and kiss him softly, savouring the taste of him.
His hand wraps around my hips, and he holds me firmly against him as if he’s afraid I’ll run.
“You did nothing, Roman, and very soon, you’ll have all your answers.” I tap his chest lightly.
My phone beeps, and I slip away from his hold. It’s Adeline. We have an hour to get ready.
“I have to have breakfast with Addie. Do you want me to meet you for lunch later?” I wiggle my eyebrow suggestively.
He chuckles, “Of course. Just call me before you show up. I have a lot of work to do. Elena has a debriefing with the media team. You should be there.”
I shake my head, because what I have planned is more important, “You’re the Boss. Do whatever you think is right. Addie is going through some things, and I want to be there for her.” The lie slips out easily, which should worry me, but it does not.
We get dressed, and I can’t help but see the contrast. I pull on a burgundy sweatshirt and a white tank top. He is dressed in a very expensive suit and even more expensive shoes.
“Take Rick with you.” He orders as he helps pack my hair in a bun.
“No, I’ll take Rue and Russel. Rick can stay with Eve. Come on, we’ll be late.” I whine, impatient. I am so excited to see the skeletons in Percy’s closet.
“Anywhere exciting?” Roman narrows his gaze at me.
Warning bells go off in my head. “Percy texted, but I’ll ghost him.”
“You don’t have to.” He answers tensely.
“Trust me, I want to. Now, let’s go.” I grab my bags, take his hand, and we walk out of the bedroom.
The security detail is already waiting for us. I get in the car, look out the window, and frown when I catch movement in Eve’s bedroom window. I need to talk to her when I return.
“What did you study in Oxford?” Roman asks abruptly.
My blood runs cold.