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)
I grind against him again, moaning his name.
"Fuck," he snarls.
Before I can even comprehend what's happening, he's dragging me across the dance floor and down a dimly lit hall. His shoulders are so broad he barely fits in the narrow space, but that doesn't slow him down any. I stumble, trying to keep up with his rapid pace. His body is completely rigid, his jaw clenched tight.
Is he seriously mad?
"Roman, I–"
"Nu-uh," he says, pulling me around a corner and then pushing me up against the wall. He cages me in with his body at my back, pushing my chest into the cool brick. His heart hammers against me. One big hand tangles in my hair. The other slides down my ass and then around my hip.
"You're always fucking with me," he growls, yanking the front of my dress up. The rough brick scratches my skin, making me moan. He shoves my legs apart with his foot. "Always trying to make me lose it."
"Roman," I moan, panting. He's discomposed, rough…and it's so fucking sexy.
God. Why do I find him so hot when he's like this?
"You can't help yourself, can you?" he snarls, biting my neck hard…marking me again.
I cry out and then cry out again when he shoves his hand into my panties. Anyone could walk by and see us. Even with his big body blocking me from view, it wouldn't take a genius to figure out exactly what he's doing to me. He's so far gone I don't think he gives a fuck.
I don't either. Something about the thought of being caught turns me on. He's barely touched me, and I'm already on the verge of coming for him.
He bites me again, pushing me deeper into the wall. The brick scrapes at my cheek, but I like the way it feels. The wall is cool against my overheated skin, the rough surface sending little pings of pleasure through my body. The loud bass from the music thumps through me, vibrating deep inside.
"You wanted me out of control?" Two thick fingers plunge inside me, hitting that spot that makes my knees buckle. "You wanted to see how far you could push me?" His thumb rolls across my clit, his body the only thing holding me up. "Well, I push back, baby. You take what the fuck I give you, not the other way around." He strokes my clit again. "Fucking come, Mila. Now."
I bite my tongue to stifle my cries as I explode, coming so hard everything goes black. The metallic, coppery taste of my blood fills my mouth. Heat blasts through me, scorching me from the inside out. Roman doesn't let up and doesn't back off. He keeps fucking me with his fingers and stroking my clit until I'm whimpering and shaking, completely wrecked.
When I come down, he's still pressed tightly against me. His body is rock hard, fury practically rolling off him. His breath is a harsh pant in my ear.
Shit. He's really pissed.
"Roman, I–"
"Let's go," he barks, sliding his hand out of my panties and pulling my dress back down over my hips. He pushes away from the wall, holding onto me until he's sure I can stand on my own…and then he grabs my hand and drags me back the way we came. People move out of his way without question as he stalks through the crowd, not even looking at me. His jaw is clenched so tight, I'm worried he's going to snap the bone.
My heart pounds as I scurry to keep up with him, walking as fast as I can to keep from stumbling. Cool air hits my skin as soon as we're through the crowd and outside. I peek up at him to see if he's any calmer now that we're not in a crowded bar.
He's not. He's still pissed off.
My stomach rolls, nervousness pinging through me. I don't think I've ever seen him so mad before. I'm in so much trouble, and I have no idea what I did wrong.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Roman
Before I ever pulled Mila inside that fucking bar, I knew better. There were too many people, and crowds in Los Angeles always fuck me up a little. Looking over my shoulder here is second nature. But she looked too beautiful in that sexy little dress, and I wanted to make her smile. I thought I could handle being inside for a while and that she'd enjoy letting loose after being cooped up all week.
I was wrong. I couldn't handle it.
She's fucking gorgeous, but I didn't expect her to look like a Siren on the dance floor, teasing me. I wasn't prepared for the pure rage that shot through me when I saw every other motherfucker inside watching her…looking at her like they wanted to swap places with me, wanted to feel her sexy little body wrapped around them while she writhed against their cocks and moaned.