Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
He demands that I tell him I love him over and over, just like I knew he would. I cry out the words, shouting them until I'm sure the neighbors can hear me. Every single time I say them, he holds me tighter and fucks me harder, never letting up. He's like a machine, ruthless in his quest to love me to the brink of insanity.
I come again and then again, until I'm wrecked beneath him, pleading for mercy.
Then and only then does he ease off. His lips find mine again, his breathing ragged as he glides in and out of me. I hold on to him as tightly as I can, my arms and legs wrapped around him, clutching him to me. His heart pounds against my chest. His skin is slick with sweat.
He makes love to me slowly, gently, until I'm crying out his name and coming for him one more time.
He follows me over this time, thrusting deep and then stilling inside me. I hold him tightly as he comes apart in my arms, trembling and moaning my name. His head is thrown back, his eyes closed, and his lip between his teeth. He looks fierce and fiercely beautiful, and I fall a little bit deeper once more.
"I love you, Mila," he groans as he spills into me, filling me full of him. "Fuck, I love you."
"You never answered me," he whispers a long time later, pushing the hair back from my face so he can look into my eyes.
He's rolled us over so I'm sprawled out on top of him. He's still inside me, and I want to stay right here, just like this. He sounds worried, which makes me smile.
"I'll move in with you," I tell him, too happy and too exhausted to tease him this time.
"Yeah?" he asks, hope shining in those gorgeous hazel eyes.
"Yeah," I whisper, knowing mine reflect the same thing right back at him.
He smiles like a little boy at Christmas again, all happiness and magic, and kisses me softly on the lips before reaching over to turn off the bedside lamp.
I fall asleep with his arms around me, and that little boy smile playing through my mind.
I jolt awake a little bit later, still wrapped up in his strong arms. He's sleeping peacefully beneath me, still inside me. I'm not sure what woke me up, but something feels…off.
I lay on his chest for a long moment, trying to figure out what's going on, and then I hear a door open below, followed by a scratching sound.
What the fuck?
Someone's in the house.
Fear pumps through me, sending my heart into overdrive.
"Roman," I whisper, reaching out to shake him. Even though I'm on top of him, I can barely make him out in the dim light filtering in through the windows. With the shades drawn halfway, it's not much.
He wakes up immediately and reaches for me, sliding one hand down my back to my ass. I feel him growing hard inside me and if I wasn't so fucking scared, I'd laugh at the way he mumbles, "Fuck yeah, baby," like he thinks I'm waking him up for round two.
"There's someone in the house," I hiss when he squeezes my ass cheek.
He freezes as soon as the words are out of my mouth. One second, he's half asleep and feeling me up. The next, he's wide awake and completely still beneath me.
A muffled thud filters up from downstairs.
"What the fuck?" He sits up, dragging me up with him. His body is completely rigid with tension, which sends another wave of fear running through me. He fumbles for the bedside table, cursing under his breath.
I slide off his lap, pulling the blankets up over us like they're going to protect us from whoever is downstairs.
I hear the drawer on the table slide open, and then I hear Roman pull something out. Whatever it is knocks against the side of the drawer with a dull thud.
"Remember when you went shooting with me and Tahani a couple of years ago?" he asks me, his voice soft so it doesn't carry.
I nod and then realize he can't see me. "Yes," I whisper.
That day was the first and only time I ever shot a gun, but I didn't suck at it. Roman had been impressed by how well I did and asked if I'd ever shot before. I still remember the way he smiled at me like he was proud of me.
The screen on his phone suddenly comes on, lighting up a little bit more of the room. Just enough for me to notice the gun in his hands and the murderous look on his face as he holds it out toward me.
A tremor of fear runs through me at his expression.
"Roman–"
"Take it, Mila."
My hands shake as I take the gun from him. The weight of the weapon in my hands causes another tremor to run through me, freezing me from the inside out.