Chapter 140 Chapter 140

Chapter 140 Chapter 140

ROMAN'S POV
Whatever the case, I sure wasn't hanging around until I got a confirmation. I was going to go to her. Get it out of her.

"No one comes through." I spoke as I walked past. Steps heading down the path in the slightly dim hallway. The same place she was seen at, confirmed to be busy at by Jordan.

While he stood guard at the front, I went in deep, scanning and looking over corners, rooms in the hallway. Everywhere silent, but eventually. I spotted a black dressed ass bent over a few stuff in the corner, seemingly busy and not sensing another's presence at all.

Her.

"Fucking seductress." I muttered, feet moving already before I even thought twice about anything. Only one thing was on my mind anyways. I reached the corner, blocked the exit and wrapped my arms around that waist.

A startled, shocked gasp stifling out. Panic at first then recognition as she saw it was me. "You...what are you doing?" She whispered, breath hot. I turned her around immediately, pinned her to the closet wall, forehead pressed to hers as I breathed.

"I should ask you the same thing, Alina." I murmured, inhaling deep. Taking in that vanilla subtle fragrance always hovering around her. Utterly delicious. "I couldn't stop thinking about you... you felt too good, I couldn't wait to see you."

My eyes opened. Taking in those big brown ones, silent panic in them, but still, she didn't push me away. I gripped her. Gripped her thighs up to myself, pushing our bodies closer, our breaths dancing together, hot. That pulse under my veins already raging. "You saw my text, didn't you?" I spoke again, "You saw my text, and didn't respond. Why?"

She pulled, resisted. "I don't have to explain myself to you. I don't have- ohh!" Her eyes enlarged, staring at me quick. A smirk on my lips.

"You were saying?" I taunted, knowing what I'd done. Where my finger had gone. "What were you saying just now? You don't owe me anything? You still won't talk to me?" I gripped her harder, gripped that lacy thong she had on. From the behind too. Feeling it stretch and pull to the backs making it tighter, pressing more on the front. Her heated center at the front.

Her breath hinged. Back arched as she pressed to my front, thighs already willingly wrapping around my waist.

Good girl.

"You say you don't care, but you dressed up for me." I whispered, trailing her slow. "You don't respond to my texts, but you wear a thong cause of it. You let me put you in this position right now, arching and silently pleading to me... I think you deserve punishment. Don't you?"

I pulled harder, she groaned. Nails digging deep, hips flexing. "You deserve punishment, don't you brown eyes? Answer me."

"I don...I don't."

"You don't?"

"I don't!" She cried out, trembled. Eyes wide as she heard herself loud. "Stop. We shouldn't be doing this, we can't. Someone's-

"Nobody's going to come." I spoke, gripped her neck, her jaw. My lips moving down and trailing, taking in that soft, sensitive skin. She shook, held me closer. "No one's coming to save you, Alina. Not from me. No one's interrupting us this time. It is you, and me." I slanted, captured her eyes. "Us."

She gasped silent. Blinked. Lips apart. Processing that, but she looked utterly alluring. Disgustingly sexy with dim brown eyes and extremely kissable lips. I took them.

Took those lips and merged them with mine instantly. My hand circling tight around her throat, keeping her in place as that fire rose up in me.

She didn't pull away. Didn't stop me. If anything she moaned desperately, attacking me just the way I attacked her.

Fuck, she felt good.

Felt so good, it was disturbing how easily she invaded my senses but it was all good. I came here to be invaded. I came here to invade!

"Uhhhh!" She gripped, moaned. My lips tearing from her lips to her neck, sucking deep on that exposed skin, hand dug tight into her hair. She creamed hot on the thong, rubbing it rough against me. Her hands holding to my sides as she did. Utterly at my mercy and wanting everything I've got to give. And I intended to give it. I so very much intended to and in such a way she wouldn't think twice responding to my texts tonight.

Things got serially heated in a minute. I almost unravelled right then, but I held back. Her thighs all exposed to me, sexy black thing on top of it, her dress pulled all the way upwards. Leaving me with more than enough opportunity to take what I wanted. Her center. Her juice. Most of all, her pussy.

I gripped it. Palmed it fully through the wet thong, she bit back a moan, squeezing but I pressed harder. Cupped her full flesh already swelling with need. "Fucking slut," then I pushed two fingers in. Pushed right through the thong, taking it in with me. She hissed, buckled, "You bastard."

I smirked. Breath heavily out of control, her own hot breath bouncing on my neck, her hands reaching backwards and gripping my ass. "Fuck." I pushed aside the thong then, plummeted those two fingers deep. Curled. She clenched, shook. Then I began moving. Going in and out, slowly at first, then increasing pace. Her body jerking, shuddering, lips falling apart, her tits poking through the top of her dress. I dove down on that. Sucking deeply and mouthing the soft flesh. Moans tore through the air. From her throat.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck, you bastard."

"Oh yeah?" I increased my pace, soaking as I dug into her. "I want you to call me that again. Call me that over and over!"

"Fuck." She wiggled, struggled, I pinned her down. Pushed her completely into the wall, my body utterly between her thighs now. Her path open and ready for my destruction. I didn't show mercy one bit.

"You're going to learn not to tease me. You're going to learn not to ignore me ever again."

"Please..." She begged, "Don't stop... don't you dare stop, you bastard!"

Gladly.

I pulled her by the hair upwards, getting more merciless in my torture between her legs. Sloppy sounds filling the air, my fingers soaking, dripping against my own thighs below. Thick creamy juices raining down. I inserted a third. Adding to my initial fingers, hitting her clean through to their very edge, she screamed. "God! Oh fuck, God." I pulled out, almost completely. Taking them in again, curling. She shook. Body starts attempting to convulse. Her peak. I kept going, digging more and more into the heated, squeezing, tight hole. My fingers feeling like they were getting turned on themselves, her walls crushing, my lips parting, utterly salivating. Eager, so very eager to watch her reach her high. My pants were strung tight. So tight I thought I felt like I might explode, but she comes first. It was her first. Her before me.

"Oh God right there...there, Ro." she whispered , worshipped. "Please right there... I'll do anything you want. I'll call you by midnight, I'll take your calls just... don't fucking stop!"

Her hips began to stutter. Thighs vibrating, so violently against my waist, I left her hair and gripped them. Our breaths choked, her hips dancing together with my fingers. Rough, squeezing my hair tight. Lost. Utterly lost and I soaked in every moment. Every single moment as she reached her high, almost like I didn't want to forget anything. I wanted to register this moment, seal it completely in my head, my mind. Replay It over and over when I was alone and remembered just how mesmerising she looked moaning out and gasping my name. "Oh Roman...oh fuck you. Fuck you!!"

She jerked one last time, slammed hard on my fingers and then she erupted. Groans tearing into the air. Pleasured, sensational sounds. Deeply guttural, I'd never heard anything like it.

Never felt such immense satisfaction watching a woman climax.

I loved it.

Loved it so much and I knew...oh I so knew I couldn't possibly get enough now. I wanted more than enough.

I was greedy for her.