Intense (Dark Hearts)

“One day you will, Princess. After you’ve grown up, I’ll have you on all fours.” He swats my ass and cups my pussy. “I’m so fucking right and wrong. Go to bed and lock your door.”

“Don’t trust yourself?”

“No, suddenly I don’t.” I’m surprised by the honesty in his voice and the look on his face. It’s a mix of fear and confusion. I don’t even complain that he just groped me because I wanted him to rub me some more. Now I’m going to have to fuck my own hand tonight. The asshole.

“Goodnight, Roman.”

“Goodnight, Princess.”

I rush into my room and close the door, locking it instantly; it’s not because I’m afraid he’ll sneak in, but because I might creep into his room. I strip down and slip into the shower. As I lather up my body, I remember the feel of his strong, firm hands around my waist. I thought fantasizing about the guy was easy before; now I have an actual memory to add to it.

What if he’d flipped me over on the stairs and pinned me as he ground his cock against my soaking wet pussy? It throbs as he dares me to come. He knows I want to and if I push a little more, he’ll give me just what I’m asking for. I cry out, hand rubbing my clit, and press my head back against the wall as I come with Roman’s name on my lips. After I finally make it to my bed, I find Roman back in my brain and all thoughts lead to trouble.

“Shit. My phone.” I should go get it, but I’m not going to because I’ll be tempted to poke the bear and see how far he’ll take it.

Chapter Three

Roman

I adjust my cock and head back downstairs to make sure the entire house is secure. I sent her to bed for no other reason than I wanted to fuck her brains out on the nearest surface. I’ve called her names that she didn’t deserve. She may have come off as trying to be experienced, but the second I crowded her space and told her the filthy things I had in mind, I read her like a book. It’s all an act. She’s trying to goad me into being a bigger asshole, and it’s working. I acted like a fucking barbarian, tempted to test how far she’d let me go.

Since when have I become such an idiot who only thinks with his dick? I can’t get Amelia out of my head. I jump in the shower after a long day and take my cock in hand. It’s ready to go, so I know it won’t be long before I’m nutting. I wish it was her mouth wrapped around my meat instead of my own fist, but fuck it—I’ve stayed away from pussy for this long. How hard can it be to avoid hers?

I close my eyes and picture myself slamming her against the stairs and driving my cock into her warm, tight pussy. Just as I come all over my hand and stomach, I hear her phone going off. A devious smile stretches across my face. “I forgot I had the fucker.” I smile and wash off before climbing out in nothing but a towel.

I see it’s Jake trying to video chat with her. He’s called her twice since we got in. What a persistent little shit. I click it and let him see me. “Mr. Edwards…”

“She’s busy.” I end the video call and let him think what he will, or at least what I want him to think. I doubt he’s gonna do shit about it. I could be balls deep in Amelia, and he wouldn’t do a thing. My cock is painfully stiff again.

I toss the phone on the bed, but then my interest is piqued because she doesn’t have a lock on her phone. I jump on the bed and swipe her phone open. Her home screen is a picture of Amelia and her mom with my dad at the beach. It looks sweet and innocent, but it doesn’t matter because my cock feels otherwise. She’s in a tight black bikini that makes me growl, knowing that someone else must have been there to take the photo and seen her in that thing. There were probably tons of men ogling her tight body, wanting to strip her bare.

“Enough.” Tucking it away in my nightstand, I pull off my towel and lay on my stomach in bed. My rock-hard cock isn’t getting the memo that it’s bedtime and not time for another jerk-off session. I flip onto my back and stare at the ceiling.

****

I hardly slept a wink as I listened for her sneaking out to see that little bitch next door. She didn’t bother leaving her room, not once, staying put like a good girl. The sun’s just starting to rise and it’s my normal time to get my workout in, so I start with some pushups on the floor in front of the bed. I’m on my third set, arms burning, mind wandering to Amelia, wishing she was under me so I could kiss her lips and grind my cock on her before lifting up again. That would make the workout fun.