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"What the fuck?" he growls, sounding as pissed about that as I am.
"It's all kind of funny, though."
"What is?" He takes my plate from me and sets it to the side before tipping my face up to his. He looks at me like he really wants to know, so I tell him.
"I miss my job more than I miss Damien. As soon as I caught them together, I walked away. It didn't even hurt. So maybe he did me a favor," I say, watching the play of emotion across his face. "Hell, maybe they both did me a favor. I'm pretty sure if you're meant to be with someone, you're supposed to miss them when they aren't in your life anymore. I'm angry, but I don't miss him. That tells me that maybe it wasn't him I wanted. Maybe all I wanted was the stability he offered."
"What do you mean?"
"With my dad being the way he is, I didn't have a whole lot of stability growing up. I had a roof over my head. I even had food in the fridge if I did the shopping. Not even he could blow through the money my mom's parents had. But affection? Safety? Someone who cared? I never had much of that. Damien was safe and predictable, and there was never any drama between us. I thought that was what I wanted, something completely different than how I grew up. But now? Well, now I can't help but wonder why I was with him in the first place."
Actually, I'm not sure that's entirely true. But the truth is too messed up to admit, so I've carefully avoided thinking about it too closely. I was with Damien for all the wrong reasons, and every single one of them leads back to the man standing in front of me right now. But that's a little bit more profound than I can safely deal with right now. So I'm simply not dealing.
"Jesus," Roman whispers. He seems speechless, like I said something he didn't expect. His hands actually shake against my skin.
That unnerves me for a thousand reasons I don't want to think about. So I don't think about them.
Instead, I lean forward and press my lips to his.
Chapter Eight
Roman
"What is that?"
Mila's question hangs in the air, her innocent curiosity only serving to amuse me. I can’t help but revel in her naivety as I smirk, one brow lifted in response. "You really gotta ask, baby?"
An annoyed little huff escapes her lips, her eyes narrowing as she glances over her shoulder at me. "I'm not talking about your dick, Roman."
I don't answer for a moment, my eyes locked on the sight of her wet cunt peeping from between her thighs. She looks like a fucking goddess on her hands and knees on my bed, both of her little holes on display for me. Christ. I want to keep her right here, just like this, staring at that perfect body.
"Roman!" she cries, annoyed with me.
I clink the ice in the glass again, lifting it to show her. "Ice, Mila."
She gulps audibly. "W-what are you going to do with it?"
I stride toward her across the room, my cock pointing at her like a divining rod. One finger dips inside the glass, resting there until it's nice and cold. "You've been torturing me for years. I'm returning the favor," I murmur, pressing my hips flush with hers. "So, to answer your question, I'm going to do whatever I want to do with it."
I set the glass beside me before slipping my hand between our bodies to run it down her slippery folds to illustrate my point. She set the parameters of our time together, and I'll play by her rules. She wants me all over her for two weeks. She's got me. But I'm going to fuck her every way there is to fuck her. When my two weeks are up, I'm going to be embedded into every inch of her skin. She won't breathe without remembering that I was there. I made that part of her tremble. I owned that piece of her soul.
Her moans fill the air as her hips jolt forward.
"Nu-uh." I quickly grab her, locking her in place. "You aren't going anywhere, baby. Not until I'm done with you."
If I'm ever done. My dick has been hard for her all fucking day. I've had my hands on some part of her body since I fucked her in the kitchen, and I still haven't gone soft.
I lock my hand around her hip, holding her in place as I dip my other hand back into the glass to grab an ice cube. I pop it into my mouth before I lean down to kiss her pussy.
"Roman!"
Her cunt tastes like me, but it's still just as sweet as the first time I ate it today. She shivers under my touch, her body tensing as I continue to tease her with the ice cube. I press my cold tongue gently against her clit, savoring the way she gasps in response, her eyelids fluttering and her breath hitching.
"Do you want me to put the ice inside your hot little pussy to cool you down, Mila?" I whisper, watching as she squirms under me. Despite her resistance, I know she wants this just as much as I do. She's fucking dripping for it.
I smirk and slowly slide my hand between her ass cheeks, tracing around her hole before pushing a tiny piece of the ice cube into her tight asshole.
Her entire body jolts at the unexpected sensation. Her squeal bleeds to a moan, her arms losing power as she falls forward onto the bed. She's incredible like this…vulnerable yet strong, resistant yet eager.
