Chapter 89 89
Maisie's Pov
WARNING : THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES.
I woke up the next morning to rumpled sheets and a stomach full of butterflies.
Even when he wasn't next to me, his scent still lingered in the air and tiny prickles of heat consumed my skin at the sight of the rumpled sheets on his side of the bed.
God, I missed him so much.
I took a quick shower, threw on a simple linen dress, then headed into the kitchen.
When I stepped into the living room, I saw Roman working on the lanai, already dressed. This time it wasn't his signature grey suit and loafers. He was in plain trousers and a shirt he’d yet to button, scanning the morning paper on his laptop. It should be illegal to look this sexy this early in the morning.
I forced any cringe compliment down my throat and cleared my throat.
“Good morning.” I said, stopping next to his table. An empty coffee cup sat next to his laptop along with a completed crossword puzzle. “You’re up early.”
“I had an early meeting with Shakan. Nothing major.” He put his mug in the sink and moved to the cupboards, took the cups out, carried them to where I was still hovering.
“I’ve missed you.” He chuckled and touched his lips to mine. “I’ve missed you, darling.”
My cheeks betrayed me and lit up. I really missed him too.
After the scene at the wedding, I had to be taken to a different safehouse where my makeup and wedding dress was taken off and put on a fake body before I was transported back to Roman's. It took a total of 6 days. I'd just returned to him yesterday and while waiting for him to return, I fell asleep. Maisie, you klutz.
I felt an intense gaze on my body and looked up. Roman was smiling. That smile was my undoing.
“Come here,” he extended his arm to me.
I smiled sheepishly and moved towards him.
He slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me into his lap. Then, he planted a soft kiss on my neck.
“Shakan just got off the phone with Xavier. Apparently, he needs help. He has nearly sold everything he owns and it's still not enough to cover the production cost of the healer wristband as well as other technologies. He has lost already.” Roman explained.
“Good.” I smiled as I sipped my coffee. “That's what he deserves for ruining everything he touches.”
I stared at the laptop but I could feel Roman's heated gaze on me. It made the hair on the back of my neck stand on their ends.
“The team is waiting on standby for our next move, My Lady.” Roman shifted me in his lap and I faced him.
The way his eyes bore into mine, the way he said ‘My Lady’ sent pleasure shivers down my spine. I hadn't prepared for the kiss but I knew it would come sooner or later.
Roman's mouth way closed firmly over mine, the way my heart rolled over slowly and dreamy in my chest.
When he pulled away, my chest inhaled tightly a faint whisper of air. I'd seen Roman’s body a lot of times but I hadn't touched him in a while.
My eyes zeroed in on the unfamiliar tattoos kissing his collar bone, the italic insignia dancing against the bronze of his skin. When had he gotten this tattoo? And what did it mean?
I got my answer to the latter when I recognized the words on my collarbone. ‘PROPERTY OF MAISIE WILLIAMS.’
A gasp left me. “Roman.”
“The tattoo says it all, darling. I belong to you and you alone.” He brushed his lips against my neck, whispering a few words I didn't hear or maybe I heard them and forgot how to understand English.
He slowly pushed the sleeve of my gown off my shoulder. He ran his tongue over the nook of my neck as if preparing me for what would come next. Then, with a subtle warning, he sank his teeth there.
A whimper escaped me but it wasn't that of pain. It was of deep, blinding pleasure.
Roman's arm moved slowly and passionately as they slipped my gown off.
He trailed soft kisses down my neck “What you want me to do?” His tone was lethally soft. “And what might that be?”
The scent of his cologne stole into my lungs, robbing me of words. I licked my lips again. My gaze touched his mouth, and a tortured noise rumbled past his throat.
It was the first tangible sign that he was losing control and so was I. My skin drew so tight I felt every minuscule shift in the air. The atmosphere was so dense, the tiniest spark could set it ablaze.
Roman groaned. He lifted me up and set me on the table, his kiss ravenous, almost punishing. When I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him closer, he nipped my bottom lip in a light warning.
“Careful, darling.” His voice rasped against my skin. “Or you’ll fucking kill me.”
My fingers curled around a fistful of his shirt.
“Good,” I breathed.
Roman dug his fingers into the sides of my neck, and a moan escaped before his mouth covered mine again.
This.
This was what I’d been missing. It was wild and reckless… just the way I like it. I'd experienced it before and now, I wish it would never end. This was the type of kiss that made time stop. I never wanted to leave. I never wanted it to end.
My soft pants mingled with his heavy breaths. His palm burned into my skin as it slid over the curve of my shoulder and down, down past my waist to the crease of my ass and he squeezed.
“What is it that you want, darling? Tell me and I'll make it happen.” A dark edge slid beneath his words.
More goosebumps erupted. A flame pulsed low in my stomach, hot and heavy with need.
The first time he asked me that similar question, I’d been lost for words. Now, the answers flowed easily from me.
“You.” I whispered. “I want you.”
Roman moved so swiftly I didn’t have time to draw another breath before his mouth claimed mine, and I parted eagerly for him, drunk on his taste and clean, dizzying scent.
My hips canted up to press shamelessly against his arousal. His fingers dug into my hair; my hands gripped his shoulders. Urgent breaths panted between us, fanning the liquid fire in my veins.
I didn’t care where we were or who saw or what happened after. This kiss was a revelation, at once brutal and worshiping, and I couldn’t get enough.
Roman nipped my bottom lip. The sharp sting throbbed in my core. “I want you, Maisie.” His whispered plea penetrated the room. “I want to take you in all the ways a man can take a woman. And I promise to give you pleasure of the richest, purest and most profound kind. Will you let me do that? Will you grant me the permission to fuck you, darling?”
Oh God. The dirty roughness of his words poured pure lust on an already raging fire. Wetness pooled between my thighs, and I nodded, my mouth too dry for words to pass. Just like that, I conceded like I'd done over a hundred times because I loved him. I had no intention of denying him.
Roman groaned before he grasped the hem of my dress and shoved it up around my waist. My head fell back, and I let out a small whimper when his fingers found the drenched evidence of my need.
“Say it,” he commanded.
“I want you to fuck me.” I gasped when he pressed against my core.