Page 21 of Possessed By Roman

“Now, suck,” he rasps. “Christ, Cora, your mouth.”

I take him between my lips, hollowing my cheeks, and his head falls back, a groan tearing from his throat. “That’s it princess. Take me deep and suck hard.”

My sex convulses at his instruction. I rub my thighs as I do as he says. His hands find my hair, not guiding, just holding, his fingers tight enough to border on pain. I take him deeper, encouraged by the broken quality of his voice, the way his control is visibly fraying.

“Look at me,” he orders, and I drag my gaze up to his face. He's watching me with an intensity that makes my breath catch. Like he's memorizing every reaction, cataloguing every flutter of my pulse. “Fucking beautiful. You have no idea what you look like right now.”

I moan around him, the vibration making him curse, his hips jerking before he stills himself. “Getting close,” he warns, his hand moving from my hair to my jaw, holding me in place. “You want this?”

I hum my agreement, the vibration making him groan. And then he's back to jerking his hips as I take him deeper, savoring his musky and manly scent.

And I watch his face, transfixed, as he spills his release and I swallow him down.

He withdraws his spent cock and I take him in. The sight of him undone; beaded with sweat, chest heaving, tattoos glistening, sends a fresh wave of arousal through me. Roman keeps his hand on my jaw, his thumb tracing my lower lip, holding my gaze intensely.

“Fuck, Cora.” He sounds wrecked. “What are you doing to me?”

I don't have an answer. I don't think I need one. Because I could ask him the same question. He pulls me into his arms and I go willingly, my knees aching, my body still humming with aftershocks. Roman lifts me easily and carries me to the couch, settling me beside him before pulling me against his chest.

We sit there in silence for a long moment, his hand tracing lazy patterns along my bare back. I can feel his heart beating against my cheek, still faster than normal. I smile against his chest, feeling drowsy and sated.

I have no idea what this thing between us is. All I know is that my life has changed in less than twenty-four hours, and somehow, in the middle of all that chaos, I have become dangerously attracted to the man trusted with keeping me safe.

Chapter Four

Roman

It’s been four days of Cora living in my apartment.

And that’s how long I’ve been trying to pretend I have this situation under control. With each day, I’ve been worrying about Dan, waiting for updates from River and Royal, and trying to keep Cora safe while simultaneously fighting the growing realization that I want her in ways I have no fucking business wanting her.

So naturally, I’m hiding in my office. Officially, I’m waiting for information.

I have my phone beside my laptop, notifications turned on, and a list of things River has already checked sitting open on my screen. I’ve called Royal twice today, checked in with River, and gone through every message that might have something to do with Dan.

But none of that explains why I’ve been sitting in here for almost an hour without doing a damn thing. The truth is sitting just outside this door.

Cora.

And I don’t trust myself around her anymore. Not after the last few days.

Our first kiss should have been enough to tell me I needed distance. The second time should have made it clear that things were already moving into dangerous territory. But apparently, I’m not as smart as I thought I was because instead of putting a stop to it, I let things continue.

I’ve brought her to orgasm more than once since that first morning, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her tremble, what makes her reach for me instead of pulling away. But I haven’t fucked her.

And now my control is damn near gone.

I tell myself Dan is the reason I’m holding back, but we crossed that line the second I put my hands on his daughter. Maybe the truth is simpler.

Cora told me she was a virgin, and I refuse to make her first time something she regrets.

We still sleep in separate rooms. That has been my decision, although Cora has given me enough looks to let me know exactly what she thinks about it. I’ve kept a line between us, however thin and increasingly fucking useless that line might be, because once I let her into my bed, I know exactly what will happen.

I won’t want her to leave it.

And every time I tell myself that enough is enough, Cora looks at me with those big blue eyes or brushes against me without even realizing what she’s doing, and suddenly I’m pulling her against me and doing things to her I have no fucking business doing.

She’s so fucking responsive too. Every kiss, every touch, every quiet command gets a reaction out of her, and that only makes staying away harder.