Chapter 64 Drowning in lies
CHAPTER 64
Drowning in lies.
SCARLETT – POINT OF VIEW
I frown at him, confused, “What?”
“You don’t get to ignore me, to pretend that it didn’t happen. You don’t get to forget.” He sneers, tone cold and emotionless.
My lungs constrict, and I take a step back, overwhelmed.
“You look at me when I’m talking to you.” He orders calmly.
I turn to him with a scoff, “Yell at me.”
He doesn’t respond, of course.
“You’re pissed. I fucked up, and you’re pissed, so yell at me. Do it properly. Tell me you wish I were dead. Yell at me, be cruel, be wicked, do it loudly!” I glare at him, my heart pounding.
He shakes his head, “You don’t tell me what to do. You don’t get to determine your punishment.”
I frown, “So that’s what this is about? Punishment? You want to punish me? Well, get it over with, big man! What’s it going to be? You wanna take away my phone again? Or the credit card? You’ve paid me a lot of money that you no longer have control over, so what is it you want? How best can you hurt me?” I count out each sentence, mocking him even as blood rushes to my head.
He smiles widely, but his eyes are empty.
He walks past me and lingers by his window.
“Are we really going to spend our time in Italy fighting?” I groan, massaging my forehead.
He turns to me and asks, “What Uni did you attend?”
My heart stops beating.
“W – what?”
“What University did you attend, Scarlett? I attended Columbia University. Elena, Damian, and Caleb attended the same Uni. Luca attended a major University in Florence, and Eve attended NYU, but there’s nothing about you. No Uni, no course, no thesis, no college pictures, as if you don’t exist, as if you never did, and I’m curious, aren’t you, Scarlett?” He asks calmly, hands in his pocket.
The air seizes from my lungs. My pulse pounds hard in my throat. My eyes water painfully. Cold sweat breaks out, and goosebumps follow. Everything stops and comes back to life again.
No.
God, no.
He can’t find out. He mustn’t.
“Scarlett?” He drawls.
I look at him and find nothing in his eyes. What have I done? What beast have I unleashed? What monster stands before me?
“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten your University. You’re twenty six, you spent four years in Uni, and I don’t believe it’s easy to forget four years of ones’ life, and don’t bother telling me you didn’t go to one, because it’s clear, clear in the way you articulate words, the way you carry yourself, the way you move, as though you were raised in a Royal family setting, but that’s unlikely, right? I’m sure you’ve never even been to England.” He chuckles, but it’s empty and dry.
I stagger backwards, my breath ragged. I know I’m throwing away my training, allowing him to see that he’s hit a nerve, but I didn’t expect this. He pulled the rug from under my feet, and now, I can’t be here.
So, I turn to run, lunging for the door, heart pounding, but he catches me and cages me in.
“Why are you running?” He flashes a grin, pressing me against the door, with one hand above my head and the other slowly wrapping around my hips.
My heart is a talking drum as he presses his body flushed against mine, placing his palm on my lower belly. I bite back a groan, trembling, because I can feel every part of him, his face smelling my neck, his back against mine, my ass against his crotch. He’s taller, but at this level, his body is perfectly moulded against mine.
“Roman,” I whimper, cheeks flushing, head pounding and heart racing.
“Come on, just one truth. You’re drowning in lies. Are you not tired? Show me what you hide. Show me, or I take it.” He rasps against my ear, then slowly runs his teeth over it.
My knees buckle hard, and I almost fall as the desire floods me. My eyes burn with tears as he raises my dress, murmuring curses against my skin, speaking on how much he hates the dress, how he’s lost his mind.
“Come on, baby, tell me what I want to know. I just want one, only one,” he flattens his tongue on my neck.
My whole body shudders as his fingers crawl up.
Abruptly, he steps back, flooding me with a profound absence, then he flips me, presses my back against the door, and his body against mine. His eyes are hooded and filled with so much lust. My heart skips a beat, and I can’t help but hope.
Maybe he’s forgiven me. Maybe we can be friends. Maybe we can be something now.
He scrunches my dress up, wraps his hand around my neck and finds my clit swollen and throbbing.
“Ro – oh, god.” I cry as he circles his finger around it, edging me, teasing me.
“Give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you badly need.” He groans, bringing his mouth down on my neck, sucking hard.
I throw my hand around his neck and pull him even closer, eliminating every gap between us. Sex is never this easy with anyone but him, always him, only him.
“Come on, baby, do you want me to beg, because I will,” he avows, and I jolt with a gasp as he runs his finger over my core, teasing, edging, pleasing.
He says nothing and sinks in one finger.
I throw my head backwards in surrender. He tilts my neck, preventing me from banging it on the door. My thoughts are muffled and jumbled. All I know and feel is his finger in me.
He turns on the gears.
He leans down and takes my hard nipple through the fabric.
My moans are lost with his hand around my neck.
He sucks on my nipple hard as he adds a second finger, whilst, somehow, flicking my clit.
He adds a third finger, stretching me, dragging me towards my orgasm, then he just stops.
I open my eyes in shock, heart aching, pussy weeping, “What are you doing? Roman, please, oh, please.”
“Tell me,” he whispers, his lips hovering over mine as he curls his finger, teasing me with my orgasm but keeping it out of reach.
Insanity curls on the edge of my world. My eyes fill with tears as he turns me inside out.
“Oxford!” I cry, panting.
“Year?”
I open my eyes and glare at him, on the verge of a powerful orgasm.
He chuckles at my expression, almost kisses me, pulls back, and I confess, “2017,”
Immediately, he pushes me over the cliff, and I cum hard, clenching against his fingers and thrashing against his hold.
It takes moments for me to stop shaking, and when I do, he steps back, disgust on his face, but triumph in his eyes, and I realise slowly that I’ve been played for a fool.
“Get out,” He barks, and shame becomes a noose around my neck.