Romain is waiting up for me just like he said he would be. Shirtless, he gets up to kiss me, but I push him away. The hurt is all at once apparent. But he looks too much like his father that I want to throw the choker at him. At the same time, I want to crawl into his arms and let him take the pain away. I lost my journal. But I can’t tell him that.
So I do the only thing I can do, accuse him again. “How much did you spend on this?” I ask him, pulling the metal circle out of my coat pocket.
“You took it off?”
I grimace. “Your father said you spent a good portion of your inheritance.”
“Pfft, hardly.” Romain cocks his head, eyes glazing over with annoyance. “But I see the bastard got to you.”
I sneer at him. “You knew.” I shake my head. “You knew he’d see it and that he’d know what it means.”
Romain comes over to me, taking the choker and putting it on the side table. “I knew he’d see it and what it meant. You’re right.”
“That I’m your whore?” I raise my voice, no longer caring that we’re on campus and that Romain isn’t even supposed to be here. “That you can share me with him anytime he pleases?”
“Fuck no,” he hisses. “This was to show him that he can’t touch you.”
Tears are streaming openly down my face now, but I don’t care. “Well, that’s not how he saw it.”
He grabs me by my chin and forces me to look at him. “Fuck how he sees it. You’re mine. No one else’s.”
Then he’s kissing the tears away. His hands run through my hair, dragging me closer to him. When his mouth bruises mine, I respond with a breathy moan before we make it to the bed. He throws me on it, crawling on top of me so I can’t escape. I’m not sure I want to. I reach up to kiss every part of him now exposed…every inked, muscled part of him until he pushes me back down and pins me to the bed.
“I’ve waited for so long to do this. We’re doing it my way.” He all but tears off my blouse and bra, eyes dark and stormy as he runs his gaze over my bare breasts. “Christ. You’re so fucking beautiful,” he drawls.
“Too small,” I say, trying to cover them.
“No, they’re perfect. Don’t ever fucking cover them up in front of me.” He tears my hands away, bending down to tease my nipples, biting and sucking until sparks burn through my body, claiming every part of it.
Closing my eyes, I let myself get lost in the sensation of him pleasuring me with his mouth as he moves down my body. When he gets to my skirt, he pulls it up around my waist, discarding my underwear. Palms slide over my heated skin, grazing my tummy and thighs. I feel the wrench of my underwear being removed and then a chill between my legs. And then warmth. His breath is hot where his lips sear my wet folds, where his tongue forces its way inside.
I can’t help but ruin the moment by saying, “We shouldn’t do this.”
“We should,” he says languidly between licks. “Over and fucking over. Until you’re begging to come.”
“No, Rome,” I try to sit up, but he pushes me back onto the bed.
“Stay the fuck down. I’m not finished yet.”
I fist the sheets and then his hair while he makes me ride his tongue to oblivion. The pressure builds, soft at first and then raging. I’m panting hard, gasping, making Os with my mouth as he drives me to the edge.
“Please, Romain.” I want more.
“Please fucking what?” He drawls as he comes up for air and kisses me, letting me taste myself on him as he quickly and expertly takes his trousers off. He’s not wearing any boxers, and I feel him poised between my legs, hard and hot, as he kisses me again. I shake my head, trying to keep him away.
“I can’t,” I lie.
It’s like trying to move a stone.
“You fucking can,” he growls, staring down at me, pushing in deeper, stretching me until the tip of his cock is sheathed inside me.
“No, Romain, please.” More lies.
He wraps a hand around my throat. “Shut the fuck up. You’re ruining it.”
His hand closes over my windpipe, and I can’t breathe, but he doesn’t push any further inside. He’s staring down at me like I’m the monster. Maybe I am. Suddenly he glares at me. “You’re a fucking tease, you know that?”
I know.