Chapter Four

Sloane lay against his hard, muscled length and enjoyed his tender caresses on her skin as she floated back to earth. Dear God, what had he done to her? She'd never had such an intense orgasm before. In a matter of an hour, she'd been rebuked, tied up, and ordered around in a way she'd never thought possible.

And she liked it.

No, Sloane admitted to herself. She loved it.

The quick glimpse of his naked body showed corded arms and chest, a literal six-pack, and a huge, throbbing cock that made her mouth water. He was so tall; when he bent over the bed, she'd suddenly felt like spoils from war. He made her walk a fine edge of fear and lust, until she didn't know how to react.

In all of her past relationships, she'd never been ordered around in the bedroom. Some men tried, but one strong protest made them back off. She'd never been a non-participant in sex, yet this stranger had gotten her off in a matter of minutes and she hadn't even laid a hand on him.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, smoothing back her hair, and Sloane had the sudden urge to cry. Disgusted by her weakness, she pushed the emotion back and made herself concentrate on conversation to keep her mind strong. “Where did you come from?”

His chest rumbled with laughter. “Atlantic City. I worked as a dealer there for years but my brother wanted me in Vegas, so he finally convinced me to move.”

“Who's your brother?”

“Rick Steele.”

She picked her head up. “I know Rick. He's a solid dealer. Good reputation.”

“Rick was the one to convince me to call FANTA-C. Now I’m glad I did.”

“Glad I can entertain you. Signed up for a good fuck, huh?”

Her jab gave her no satisfaction. He didn’t even look angry, just thoughtful. This was a man who didn’t lose his temper and held a fierce control. For some reason, Sloane relaxed a bit. Why did that fact make her feel...safe?

“No. I’ve been missing something that’s hard to find. Hard to put into words, too. Sure, I wanted good sex. But I wanted a connection that went beyond the surface. Get it?”

Oh, God, she did. And that scared the shit out of her, so she did what she did best. Use snark to hide her emotions. She was a textbook case. “Not really.”

His look told her he knew her game and refused to play it. Her heart pounded madly in her chest. “What were you looking for, Sloane?”

A man to make her forget she always had to be in charge. A man to cuddle her and make her feel feminine and cared for. A man to challenge her mind and make her spirit soar. Everything a woman wanted and dreamed about and everything a woman doubted she'd ever find.

“A good fuck.”

In moments, he pinned her tight to the mattress, his thighs between her legs, holding her open and vulnerable. Still tied to the bed, she was helpless to fight, but she never had an impulse to say her safe word. His hard cock throbbed against her belly, and her mouth watered to taste him. His tone was a low growl of command. “We could do this easy, or hard. I ask questions, and you tell me the truth. Cause I can’t stand lies.”

She wiggled but he was unmovable. All those hard muscles against her softness urged her to give in. Unbelievably, she’d never been more turned on. Her pussy grew wet and swollen, and the scent of musky arousal filled the air. His smug grin only confirmed what he already knew. “I don’t lie.”

“Good. Tell me why you really called FANTA-C.”

She huffed out an aggravated breath but gave him the round. “I moved to Vegas about a year ago since most of my work took place in tournaments around the city. I have a poker tournament this week and I needed to blow off steam. I don't usually do one-night stands, though you probably won't believe me. But I wanted company on this tour, and I wanted to be safe. FANTA-C seemed to fit the bill.”

“Thank you. And I do believe you.” His voice was warm and steady and she relaxed. Odd, how she almost craved to please him. She lived her life surrounded by people who bluffed and lied for a living. She’d become a master at deciphering truth from deceit. This man held a core of honesty she sensed from the moment they met. He was different. It made her want to give a bit more.

“I guess it's hard to believe such an extraordinary woman would need an outsider to keep her company,” he said.

“I'm a workaholic, and I'm careful who I get involved with. I guess you could say I'm extremely picky. “She gazed into those stormy eyes and looked for her own answers. “I'd say the same about you. Looks to me like you don't need help finding company.”

His lips kicked up in a smile. “I'm picky too. Haven't found what I was looking for, so my brother wanted to step in and help.”

“Help get you laid?”

He loomed over her. His eyes glinted with something she couldn't name. “Help me find the one.”

Naked want rose up her throat and strangled her. She pushed it back with her usual ruthlessness and made herself speak lightly. “With a talented mouth like yours, I'd say you’d find her.”

“Yes. I think I will.”

She squirmed under the intense heat of his stare, and then suddenly his face changed. Sensual demand gleamed from his eyes and his mouth hardened into a thin line. “I see you like when I restrain you. We’ll have to experiment with other things you may like.”

The words were pure warning. Her nipples twisted into hard points, begging for his mouth. Her belly clenched. “You like to play games?” she challenged.

“Oh, yes, kitten. I like to play just as hard as you.” He let his meaning sink in before dragging his hard cock through her wet juices. She shuddered and bit back a moan. “Ready for round two?”

The nickname caused a flash of longing to course through her. Odd. On his lips, the endearment made her feel cherished. Her heart thundered like a pack of thoroughbreds out of the gate. “I don't think—”

“I do.” His mouth came down on hers with rough command. She fought back for a moment, then gave in to the delicious feeling of being conquered and forced to release control. He nibbled at her bottom lip, her jaw, while his hands massaged her breasts and his fingers tweaked her nipples to hard points. Her clit swelled and pulsed with new demand, as if her last orgasm only made her more susceptible to every lick of his tongue and touch of his fingers.

“You taste delicious,” he growled, working his way down her body. “I want to know every pleasure point. Every weakness. Does this feel good?” He pinched her nipples. The quick pain shot straight to her pussy and made her wet. “Tell me,” he demanded.

“Yes.” She forced the words out.

“And this?” His teeth pulled and bit her sensitive nipple, laving with his tongue as his hands massaged her ass, slipping into her crack enough to feel the leaking moisture. She groaned but he made her say the word aloud.

“Yes, God, yes, more.”

He slid lower, kissing her stomach, nibbling the crease of her thigh. His fingers slipped in the tangle of dark hair and combed through, then exposed her inner lips to his gaze. “Do you like me looking at your pussy?” he asked. One finger slid through the wetness “Open more for me. Wider. Yes, like that. How does that feel?”

The heat built to an excruciating agony, fogging her mind. She had no clear thought except to give Rome anything he wanted. “I like it. I feel exposed, but I like knowing you're looking at me.”

“You should see how gorgeous you are. Tied up and at my mercy. All wet and pink and swollen. Begging for just a flick of my tongue to make you come against my mouth again. Do you want to come again?”

“Oh God, Roman.”

“Say it. Tell me what you want or I won't give it to you.”

Sloane plunged over the personal edge of rational thought and sanity and gave him the world. “Please put your cock in me. Please fuck me and make me come.”

She caught a flash of a wolf smile and he reared up to gaze down at her, open and exposed for his viewing pleasure. “Good girl.”

He slipped on a condom with quick motions, grasped her legs high in the air, and plunged.

Sloane sucked in her breath at the fullness of his cock taking up every inch of space. Panic hit her full force, and she struggled to back off from the pressure of him filling every inch of her body. He called her name with sharp demand, and she glanced up, panting hard, and met steel gray-blue eyes.

“You can take me. Give yourself a moment to relax, kitten.”

She shook her head and bucked, but he held firm and suddenly her body softened inch by inch. Unconsciously, she lifted up to seek more of him, and he murmured in satisfaction, rubbing and plucking her breasts until she moaned for more. Slowly, he pulled out, then slid back in to the hilt, setting an easy pace that only teased the fire and didn't come close to giving her what she craved. Sloane begged for more with her eyes, and her hips and her moans, but he gave her nothing else but the torturous slow pace that kept her mercilessly at the edge of climax and moved her no closer.

Raw frustration and temper nipped at her nerve endings. With a low curse, she sunk her teeth into his shoulder since her hands were helplessly tied to the bed. He gave a low laugh, which only made her angrier.

“Isn't this what you asked me for?”

“More. Harder.”

He increased his pace and pressure but her clit burned for friction. Sloane squeezed her eyes shut in sensual agony. “Damn you, Roman, give me what I want.”

“All of it, kitten. Tell me.”

“Fuck me hard! Take me with your cock and make me come, damnit!”

“Good girl.”

He slammed into her and her heels dug into his back as she reached. Roman grasped her hips and set a demanding, bruising pace, pushing her closer, adjusting the angle so he hit her G-spot and something deep within shimmered with heat. Again. And again. And—

She came so hard she shattered in a thousand pieces with nothing to cling to but him. His hoarse shout told her he came right afterward, but her body kept milking him hard, shooting mini aftershocks through every limb. Moisture gathered behind her eyelids at the sheer release she never experienced, and Sloane wondered if she'd ever be the same again.

He slumped over her and gathered her close, this time untying her wrists from the bed and massaging her hands and fingers with loving care. A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips. When he was done, Rome pulled her firmly into his arms, surrounding her with a warmth and comfort she rarely experienced. Slowly, Sloane slid into sleep with a smile.