Chapter 50 Sit on my cock, baby.
CHAPTER 50
Sit on my cock, baby.
ROMAN – POINT OF VIEW
I wake up to warmth.
I have never woken up to warmth.
For a second, I’m confused, then everything comes crashing back. I remember Scarlett, holding her as she fell apart over and over, with my name on her lips. The way she clung to me afterwards, the way her body shivered, the way she cried from the intensity, the way I couldn’t pull away.
I had led her to the bathroom, where I washed her clean, hoping to wash away the marks I’d left on her body, but some marks stayed. Then, I’d pressed her against the wall and fucked her willing cunt, again.
Fuck.
My heart pounds hard, and my cheeks flush. It’s impossible to pull away from her. I’m too intertwined. I need to put much-needed distance between us because it would take so much to extract her from my soul. I would forever be tainted and haunted.
The only woman I’ve ever slept with, the only woman whose bed I lingered in, is Amara, and that didn’t end well. I’m not that boy anymore, but maybe there’s a version of this that might work.
It is a loaded maybe.
I exhale shakily and sink back into the soft bed. She shifts in her sleep and burrows herself against me, melting against me like butter.
My heart pounds faster, and I go rigid, stiff as a log.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I have so much goodness in my hands, and I don’t want to mess it up. It would be so easy to revert to being an asshole; it is a facade I’ve worn for a long time, one I know too well, the only one I know, but I don’t want to slip back into the mask I wear.
Maybe if I do this right, I won’t lose her.
She shifts again, wrapping a hand around my neck, burrowing her face against my neck and sprawling her leg over my crotch.
I don’t know how she’ll react when she wakes, and it’s a risk I’m willing to take.
This may not be a good idea, but I don’t care. I deserve this. I deserve happiness. I deserve her.
So, I linger in the silence and stay in bed. I can see the sun rising through the window, but I don’t get up. I hold her in my arms and let the beautiful smell of her hair lure me back to sleep.
I wake up an hour later to my phone vibrating on the nightstand.
Scarlett is still in my arms, sleeping peacefully.
I try not to wake her as I reach for my phone. I have multiple missed calls from Damian, Rick, Caleb, Luca, and my assistant. I grunt and drop the phone. I’ll call them back when Scarlett wakes.
Almost immediately, she stirs and wakes softly.
I watch with a pounding heart as she yawns, blinking as she wakes. I can hear how hard my heart is pounding in my ears. My whole body is wound tight. This is a bubble that might burst.
She blinks, looking at me. Her mouth parts in surprise, and her cheeks flush as she remembers everything.
Fuck, I was so rough with her last night.
Thankfully, her neck no longer bears the mark of my choking, but her neck and cleavage are decorated in hickeys, her right wrist, too. I remember biting down on it as I slammed inside her.
My dick hardens between us, and I exhale deeply.
“Hi,” She whispers, coyly, and pulls away from me, like she didn’t beg me to fuck her harder last night.
“Good morning,” I play it safe.
She sits up, clutching the sheets against her cleavage. I watch her as she looks around the bedroom. Her cheeks seem to grow redder as she takes in the evidence of what we did on her body and the room.
“I shouldn’t have been so rough last night. I’m sorry.” I apologise calmly, my finger twitching.
She scoffs at me with a smile, “We both know you held back.”
I chuckle, “Perhaps, but I should have been gentler.”
She shrugs, “I don’t want gentler, but maybe you can show me what you’ve got next time.”
Next time. Next time. Fuck, yes.
I sit up, about to speak, only for her phone to ring. I frown as she reaches for it on the bedside table. She glances at me, “It’s Damian.” then picks it up, “Hi, Damian, everything okay?”
She sighs and hands me the phone, “He wants to talk to you.”
I collect it begrudgingly and ask, “What do you want, Damian? It’s too early for this.”
“Good morning to you, too, asshole. You didn’t pick.” He says calmly.
Scarlett smiles at me and gets up, holding on to the sheets. I watch as she walks to the restroom, winking at me as she disappears. I clench my jaw hard, irritated by Damian’s interruption.
“Are you even listening to anything I’m saying? Luca is getting married in a week, and we have to show up there. Now, there’s something very important,” he doesn’t bother with preamble. “One of the loans given out through Sterling Credit and Lending Group, unfortunately, ties to a criminal organisation, the Moretti Family. There is a RICO investigation in place, and we might be dragged in.”
I stiffen immediately, jaws clenched, “How the hell is it my business what they use the money for? How the fuck were we supposed to know they were a crime family?”
“The FBI might say you should have done due diligence, and it doesn’t look good on us, considering the company lends them money steadily. It doesn’t look good.” He says evenly.
My temper flares. “Then, fix it. I don’t want anything in the media. The government always have it out for me, but they need to understand some people make money without corruption.”
“Alright. We’ll handle it.” He assures, then adds in a teasing tone, “Send my regards to Scarlett.”
“Go to hell.” I snap, but it holds no anger. I end the call and drop her phone.
I push away that chaos out of my mind and walk to the bathroom. I push the door open slowly and find her in the tub.
My dick hardens at her sight. My heart pounds faster, and hunger coils in me.
“Care to join me?” She whispers, eyes glinting with glee.
I pull off my tee and briefs. Her gaze follows my movement, dragging over my abs, then down to my throbbing cock. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been naked in front of a woman.
Slowly, I step into the tub and reach for her.
I kiss her hard, bruising, and desperate. I am afraid she’ll slip away.
She pulls away and asks, “Is everything okay with work?”
“I don’t care about work right now. Come here, baby, and sit on my cock.” I rasp, heart racing.
She smiles and does as I ask.
I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know how to love, but I’m willing to try.