Roman: Book 2 (The Hunter Brothers Series) (6 page)

He dipped his
tongue inside me, sucking gently on my clit before plunging his fingers deep
within, licking across my entrance and the most sensitive bud of my swollen
nerves as waves of pleasure began to throb and pulse inside me. It was the
early awakening of heightened nerves and I was drowning in ecstasy under the
expert stroking of my G-spot, my clit and my swollen lips as Roman lapped up my
juices as though he were dining on the most mouth watering feast. His eyes
locked with mine, the act as passionate and intimate as I’d ever known.

Suddenly without
warning he increased the pressure as my body bucked and writhed in sheer
abandonment, unable to process the messages bombarding my brain as he wielded
his fingers and his tongue between my legs and I was reeling. I moaned before
screaming with desire, my body rocketing towards its release as he stroked and
licked, humming gently against me. The vibration sent me over the precipice as
I screamed his name, gripping his hair and shuddering violently as I exploded
in pleasure.

He was over me
before I’d even come down from my incredible high, panting and gasping, hot and
heady. I smiled up at him as he gazed back down, those amazing eyes shimmering
with lust, the sheen of my pussy all over his lips. “Your cunt tastes fucking
incredible,” he said, licking his lips.

I gasped as he
grinned down at me. “What’s up?” he winked as I frowned.

“Don’t say that
word,” I said as he chuckled deeply, plunging two fingers suddenly inside me in
a move I wasn’t expecting. “You don’t like the word ‘cunt’?” he smiled,
rotating his fingers as I tried to breathe, shaking my head.

“Very well,
Chastity. You’re vagina is just perfect, sweetheart” he said mockingly as I
laughed.

 
“I think I prefer the C word,” I winced,
giggling as he flipped me over, kissing his way right down my spine, sending a
delectable shiver racing through me. I heard the rip of foil before his fingers
were replaced with his hot huge cock.

“Tell me where you
want me to fuck you,” he growled against my ear. I moaned with each powerful
thrust as he filled me deeply, slowly, then hard and fast as I shook my head.
He grabbed my hair in his fist, yanking it back lightly as he plunged
aggressively into me, forcefully and relentlessly. “Tell me,” he said again,
pulling my hair a little harder as I yelped. I knew what he wanted to hear and
he wouldn’t make me say it, but I couldn’t deny the erotic sensation of Roman
controlling me this way, filling me with pleasure and pushing my boundaries as
he stopped suddenly. I gasped, feeling only the tip of his cock inside me,
trying to pull him deeper as he pulled away.

“Tell me, baby,”
he growled, withholding himself and torturing me as I groaned in frustration,
desperate for the fullness but he was unmoving. I wished I could have a
fraction of the self control he was demonstrating now.

 
“I want you to fuck my cunt,” I gasped as he groaned
deeply, rubbing my scalp and taking away the sting as he powered into me harder
and faster, showering me with gentle kisses completely at odds with his
powerful thrusts.

I cried out as he
pinched my swollen nipples, kneading my breasts with eager hands as his body
battered me with such wonderful sensations it was hard to think straight. “Good
girl, tell me again,” he demanded as I moaned deeply, gasping the words through
harsh ragged breaths.

“I want you to
fuck my cunt, Roman,” I said, barely grasping I was saying these words, but I
was gone, feeling him pull out of me, turning me over.

“I want to watch
you say it,” he smiled, clearly enjoying his little game.
 
I flushed under his gaze, suddenly shy as he
rocked his hips against me and I moaned out loud. I shook my head, pursing my
lips as his eyes twinkled with mischief and he all but pulled out of me again.
I was so close, I couldn’t stand it.

“I want to feel
you inside my cunt, Roman. Are you happy now?” I gasped in annoyed ecstasy,
rolling out the words.

“Oh baby, I’m
fucking delirious like you wouldn’t believe.” I watched his face flood with lust
as he hissed between his teeth, pounding hard into me as we hurtled towards our
release. I was drowning in bliss, my body shaking and gripping his cock with
everything I had before he finally stilled. “Fuck, gorgeous,” he gasped as his
cock jerked inside me and I closed my eyes, sated and exhausted.

“Well that was
incredible, beautiful,” he whispered, pulling me against him, those sweet words
the last thing I remembered.

He was sleeping
when I woke, curled tightly around me. I untangled my limbs, climbing as
quietly and softly out of bed as I could and scrabbling around on the floor,
flooded with guilt at my behaviour and trying to remember where the hell my damn
negligee was. I wasn’t sure why, but my first thoughts were of Charlie. I’d
fucked up royally and had no intention of a repeat performance, tiptoeing and tripping
over a huge green duffle bag that was filled with something hard and sharp. I
bruised my shin as I fell down against it, freezing abruptly when I heard the
low deep voice from the bed behind me.

“Where are you
going?” he asked, tilting his head and watching me closely, pinning me with
that intense stare as I struggled hard, not sure whether I was being silently
chastised. It felt that way. Roman was a dangerous man and I had no idea what
he was thinking, but he had an uncanny knack of making me desperate to find
out.

“Never mind where
am I going, what the hell is in that bag?” I asked, rubbing my shin as he
chuckled gently.

“You wouldn’t want
to know,” he said as I held his gaze, trying to gather myself under the immense
beauty of those brilliant blue irises that were watching me closely.
 
I wanted to know even more now.

 
“I bloody do want to know, my leg is killing
me,” I said as he smirked and we both looked down at the bag that seemed to be
offering me a silent challenge to open it. I bent down, holding the zip in my
fingers and waiting for Roman to tell me to stop.

“Don’t, Chastity,”
he said, his firm voice in direct contrast to the smile playing around his
mouth and now it wasn’t only the bag I felt was daring me. I took a deep breath,
pulling back the zip as he bounded from the bed, wrestling me to the ground
playfully. I was falling under that spell again, but right now even Roman
Hunter couldn’t stop me from finding out the contents of that green fabric. I
forced the zip apart and my heart stopped in my chest, slumping silently on the
floor, raising my eyes to his as my mouth opened in pure, unadulterated shock.
I am not surprised it had hurt.

“Jesus Christ,
Roman,” I gasped as he gathered the fabric and shut the zip, standing up and
staring down at me.

“Why the hell do
you have a bag of firearms in here?” I screeched, that small smirk playing
again around his mouth as I just stared.

“You’re naked,
Chastity, and it’s extremely distracting,” he said smoothly, raking his gaze
slowly over my exposed thighs as I teasingly covered myself with my hands.

All thoughts that
I’d made a monumental fuck up suddenly abandoned me as I melted under that
gaze, gripped with intrigue and wanting more.

 
“I’ll give you another peek,” I said as he
grinned wickedly, “But first you have to answer my question, so I’ll ask again.
Why do have a bag of illegal weapons in your bedroom? Me and my very bruised shin
deserve an answer,” I said, flashing my eyebrows.

“Business,” he
said as a dozen thoughts flashed into my brain.

“What the hell kinds
of business are you in?” I shot back as he chuckled gently, moving back to the
bed; the unmistakeable solid cock resting against his stomach was impossible to
miss. Unlike me, he was doing nothing to try and shield his modesty.

“Even my family
know better than to ask questions like that, Chas, and it’s the only answer you’re
getting. Either get back over here or get out,” he said as my stomach lurched
at the cold brush off and I stared at him in utter shock. I stood and tried
desperately not to respond to that delicious smirk that was hitting me right
between the thighs. Smug bastard.

My body was
screaming for me to crawl onto that bed, but my brain wasn’t letting me off the
hook that easily, and I was suddenly bombarded with another thousand thoughts. This
man was seriously cold. He hadn’t felt it last night, but what kind of an
arrogant dick would say something like that? This was wrong and I knew the
others wouldn’t like us getting it on, as my logical brain tried valiantly to create
enough arguments to shut down the pulsing between my legs.

He was covered in
scars and there were half a dozen weapons encased in canvas that were currently
resting at my feet. Why the hell was I still standing here?

It was as though
he could see my dilemma playing out. I wasn’t surprised; he’d probably done
this a thousand times before. He sat up, gloriously naked and I swallowed hard.
“You know what I want to do to you, baby, so it’s simple. Do you want to stay
or do you want to go?”

I knew what I
wanted and I could scarcely believe it myself. No man had ever spoken to me
like this and got away with it. My body certainly knew what it needed and I
could feel my nipples hardening, betraying my need as his mouth curved
slightly, one thick quirked brow informing me that he knew exactly what was
happening here. I might have lost my mind, but it didn’t mean I had to just
roll over.

I wanted to make a
point, try to leave and have him stop me, but I wasn’t certain that he would. From
what I knew of Roman Hunter, which wasn’t much, he’d probably just let me walk
away. I was playing with fire, but I was relishing the burn, feeling more alive
than I had in a long time. Roman held my gaze before running his the entire
length of my body, leaving me shivering with need.

“Frankly, when you
speak to me like that, I want to go,” I said as his smirk broadened, moving off
the bed and walking closer to me. My breathing sped up and I couldn’t drag my
eyes away. He was stalking like a lion about to pounce as my stomach erupted in
a flurry of butterflies, my heart pounding with an intoxicating mix of blissful
anticipation and genuine fear. I bit my lip and waited for what came next.

“No you don’t, but
I’m not sure you’re ready for this game, gorgeous,” he said seriously as I
swallowed hard at the dark look that washed across his features. I wasn’t sure
myself.

“You’d be
surprised at just how easy it would be for me to make you stay, Chas,” he said
in a low deep sound that fired up my insides and infuriated my mind.

“Oh yeah, you
might be surprised.” My voiced was laced with annoyance as he laughed softly.

He was hovering
over me and I could feel the heat radiating from his body, washing across me as
his intense, burning gaze held mine. I ached for him to move closer, but he
didn’t, teasing me with the intoxicating proximity as I tried to keep my cool.
It was pointless, I couldn’t go, and it was written all over my face.

He bent, trailing
soft kisses over my neck as I took a sharp intake of breath. “One finger is all
it would take to hold you in place, Chas,” he smirked, trailing his lips over
my neck; towards my eager mouth as I let out a small moan involuntarily moan. Damn
it.

I closed my eyes
as I felt his rough palm igniting the skin on my throat, the threat of him
choking me unspoken, but undoubtedly there. Roman Hunter could keep me still
with one finger. Hell, he could probably kill me with one finger. He was ex
Special Forces and I’d heard the stories; they were legendary, and right now my
body was letting me know in no uncertain terms that was undoubtedly part of the
attraction.

“You’d choke me?
I’m outta here,” I gasped as his fingers grazed the skin across my neck and he
chuckled deeply. He was dangerous and he was hard, thrilling me with the
intensity of his touch and troubled blue eyes, teasing me slowly into a state
of near ecstasy as I moved further towards the door. It was a half hearted
effort. My body was enjoying his touch far too much.

“It wouldn’t be on
your throat, it would be here,” he growled in a voice so deep I melted into it,
gasping as his thumb found my clit with the perfect pressure and I knew this
was game over.

“You still want to
run?” he asked, tilting his head and if I wasn’t so aroused I’d have knocked
the smugness from those perfect arrogant lips, but I was practically boneless
and altogether speechless.

“Like I said,
Chas, one finger,” he chuckled as I took a deep breath and gathered every ounce
of strength in my body to push him away.

“Fucking hell,
Roman, you’re not big on making a woman feel good, are you?” I snapped as he smiled
again.

“Don’t you feel
good, Chas? You certainly look good, and you feel incredibly good to me,” he
said, searing me with a look that knocked the breath from my lungs as he ran
his finger across my swollen, naked pussy. I was flushed and trembling, as
aroused as hell, and really annoyed about it.

“Now, now, baby,
don’t get upset. We both know what we want here,” he said, suddenly grabbing my
waist and pulling me hard up against him. I could feel the brush of his throbbing
cock against me, teasing every inflamed cell, bursting with need as his lips
found the sensitive spot at the base of my throat and I was gone, opening
myself up to him and turning against every sane instinct in my head.