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God help me. He looks like he wants to eat me alive. I’m helpless under his intense gaze, prey caught in a predator’s trap. Desire and anger war in the depths of his stormy gaze, stripping me raw. He's so aroused, so pissed…
And I want it all—all that power and anger unleashed on me. I want to know what it feels like when he's wild and spinning out of control.
I stare at him, frozen in place, as my clit pulses. I'm so turned on I can't think. I can't move.
"Mila," he groans again, biting his lip. "Fuck."
I whimper, squeezing my legs together as he begins to move again, his hand working up and down his cock.
He doesn't ask for permission; he just takes what he wants, his gaze locked onto mine as his arm flexes and ripples with each thrust of his hand. His stomach tightens, and I feel like I might explode from the sheer intensity of it all.
God, I've never seen anything so fucking sexy in my life.
"You like watching me, don't you?" His voice is harsh and commanding. He doesn't stop stroking himself, fucking his hand as he growls at me. "You fucking love knowing I've gotten myself off to the thought of you for years, don't you?"
I nod before I can stop myself…before I can even think it through.
Something shifts in his gaze. His eyes darken. He looks predatory and lethal, like a big, dangerous animal.
I think I'm his prey.
I think I want to be his prey. I want to surrender myself completely to him.
A throaty moan escapes my lips as I imagine his massive body pinning me down and using me for his own pleasure, punishing me for four long years of unfulfilled fantasies.
Wetness pools between my legs.
"I can smell your cunt from here, Mila. It's practically begging me to fuck it." He speaks with such urgency and need, it's like he can't hold back anymore.
His hand flies across his cock, tugging and pulling, jerking himself off hard and fast as he says filthy things to me. Things no one has ever said to me before. Things that should offend me but don't.
"I've thought about fucking you until you can't take any more," he growls, his voice pitched low and primal.
My heart pounds as he continues to talk, each word igniting a fire within me that I didn't know existed. He makes me feel alive in ways I’ve never felt.
"Do you taste as good as you smell, baby?" he demands, his gaze locked on me with an intensity that promises pure ecstasy. The raw desire on his face mesmerizes me.
"Yes," I moan, unable to hold back any longer.
No one has ever talked to me like he is, with his voice pitched low, panting. Like he can't stop the words pouring from his lips as he works his cock. Like he wants me to know every dirty fantasy he's ever had about me.
He's close…so close to losing it. I know exactly what he needs to send him over the edge, too. I want to send him over the edge. I think I need it more than I need my next breath.
"Roman," I whisper his name.
"Again, Mila." He's not asking; he's demanding again. His gaze is locked on me, compelling me to give him what he wants, to say his name.
"Roman," I moan, shifting again, trying to ease the ache between my thighs. And then, because I can't stop myself, because I think it pisses him off and turns him on at the same time, I whisper, "Mr. Gregory."
"Fuck!" he roars, his head falling back against the wall with a thump. He comes all over his hand and stomach while my name echoes between us, shouted as he finds release. His cock jerks in his hand as he continues to work it, his juices dripping down his hand and arm.
I'm so dizzy with desire I sway on my feet, unable to look away from him.
He stands there, breathing in harsh pants. His hand still moves slowly up and down his cock, wringing every last drop from himself. The look on his face…if I live to be one hundred, that look will be seared into my mind even then. His pleasure is so intense it borders on pain. His lip is curled up in a snarl, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes closed.
I was wrong a few minutes ago. This is the sexiest thing I've ever seen.
This man. Jesus, this man is in a world of his own, and every cell of my body begs me to jump him right here. To beg him to bend me over and fuck me until I can't move. To do every dirty thing he wants to do to me.
