My girlfriend's boyfriends 4

My girlfriend's boyfriends 4
I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Troy smirked.
“It's the middle of the day. It's still light out.”
I locked the door.
“Any other protests?”
He shook his head, watching me as I threw him down onto the bed and kissed him. My hands were roaming up his shirt again. I loosened his tie, undid buttons, all while exploring his mouth.
“Do you want me, Troy? Because I want you, more than I've ever wanted anything.”
“You know I do,” he said, kissing me back just as wildly.
“You're not falling alone. I'm right there with you. Choose me, choose this and you will never be alone again. I have been falling with you, for you, from the very start. Do I feel safe, Troy?”
He grabbed me and threw me down onto my back, ripping my shirt open, his hands fumbling behind my back as he kissed me relentlessly, burying my head deep into the pillow with the force of his mouth.
“You are the furthest thing from safe. You're the most dangerous weapon I've ever come up against.”
I wrapped myself around him tightly, throwing my head back as his mouth went to my now bare chest and he tortured my breasts.
“Would you still be saying these things if we weren't about to become monarchs?”
I swallowed and looked up into those intense, soft brown eyes that had deceived countless men and women alike as I took his hands in mine. Those eyes could lie to me just as easily, and he'd already proven his hands could hurt me. Suddenly, the man that had been taking care of me wasn't so safe anymore. Suddenly, his gentle hands could crush my very soul. I wanted them on me anyway, wanted to take risks with him.
“Do you love me, Troy? Does Troy the man want to marry Aria the woman?”
“I'm afraid you're out of questions, my queen.”
I pouted. My hands went down to his pants, and I did away with them. I slipped my hands into his underwear and grabbed his ass.
“Then let me tell you how Aria the woman feels about you.”
“No,” he said, shutting me down.
I flipped us back over and stood up, taking the rest of my clothes off, giving him a little show like I had the night he took me to the casino. Troy swallowed as I crawled back up his body and sat down on his crotch.
“Yes!” I insisted.
His hands went to my thighs as he steadied himself against my grinding hips.
“I'll go see whoever you want me to, talk about whatever you want me to, but when I come home with you in my heart, I don't want to hear it anymore. I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of going to sleep naked in your arms without having you make me yours. Wondering when you'll keep your word and make me yours, make me beg for more.”
Troy rolled us back over, claimed my mouth, and shoved two fingers into me. I cursed before I could stop myself, then bit down on my lip so I wouldn't scream too as he hammered his fingers in and out of me.
“The way I remember it, I said beg for mercy, scream my name. Rest assured, my queen, if you come home after another man has confessed violent love for you and ask me to screw your brains out, I promise you I will.”
“I want the words too, Troy. I want us, I want everything,” I said as he drove me insane.
He stopped, looked at me, felt me try to hold back as I shook beneath him. How many times had he done this to me? Had he wished he was doing more? I had had it and this amused him.
“Then my word is my bond, Your Majesty,” he said, wrapping me up in his arms. “If you survive Aaron Condor, I'll make you my queen in every way.”