Page 15 of Precious Legacy
The gym has always been a kind of sanctuary for me, a place where I can forget about everything for an hour or two. It wasRoman who introduced me to this place. While he pounded away at the punching bags, I would attempt to workout on the machines or cabled weights. I remember it so well, mainly his eyes on me even when he should have been focused on the punches flying his way. I used to get so flustered watching him that I never really worked out at all. It wasn’t until he left that I lost myself in fitness, determined to prove I didn’t need him around, that I could defend myself better.
Right now, I need this place more than ever. Between Roman’s reappearance and me taking my final steps towards the NYPD Training Program, I really need a break from life. Sure, the talk with Aunt Lexie last night helped me out massively. I don’t know what I’d do without her because she always manages to make sense of things. And she’s right, I should really speak to my mom about this. If anything, she can help prepare me to tell Dad, but that requires energy I haven’t yet mustered.
I start to slow down after twenty minutes of running, pacing myself into a cool down. There’s only two people here in the gym; a girl at the rowing machine and a guy lifting a barbell in the weights section. It’s the middle of the day, so I’m not surprised this place is quiet. I enjoy it, though. I’ve never liked crowded places so this peacefulness—aside from the odd grunt of the guy in the corner, followed by the clink of weights—helps me lose myself.
“Well, this is a pleasant surprise.”
I almost jump out of my skin when Roman’s voice skates past my ear, losing my footing on the treadmill beneath me and flying backwards.
Roman’s hard body prevents me from going anywhere. He catches me effortlessly in one strong arm, bringing me close to his chest while he stands with one leg on either side of the machine. His signature Givenchy scent envelops me, sweetand woodsy and totally Roman, sucking me into the Genovese Vortex.I hate it.
I push away from him, slamming my fist on the emergency power button to stop the treadmill and resisting the urge to ask what he’s doing here or if he’s following me. I already know the answer anyway, so the less interaction I have with the asshole, the less likely he is to ruin my day.
I swipe a towel over my sweaty face as I soundlessly shove past him and make my way to the locker room. My shoulders tense with irritation.What are the odds of him being here the same time I am?
Surprisingly, Roman doesn’t follow me, but I can feel his eyes burning into the back of my skull as I retreat. I certainly don’t want him to come after me—his presence is far too infuriating for that—but something about his lack of fight bothers me.
Pushing away the urge to dissect that, I strip out of my sweaty clothes and head to the showers. As the heated water pounds at my aching muscles, I tip my head back to soak my hair. My body starts to relax under the downpour, a soft sigh escaping as I run the bodywash over my skin.
But of course, that feeling doesn’t last long.
The hairs on the back of my neck suddenly prickle to attention, the feeling of someone else in the room making my breath hitch. The stark contrast of cold air against my hot skin makes me shiver, and not in a good way. My anger takes over, and I coil my fists tightly until the fresh pain of my nails digging into the skin grounds me.
“What are you doing here, Roman?”
“Did you forget,” he whispers, so close to my ear, “Iownthis place, Presh.”
One hand slides around my waist while the other wraps around my throat, and shamefully, I don’t stop him. He spinsme around until my back hits the cold tiles, knocking the air from my lungs. With his hand still firmly around my throat, he pins me with a smug look.
The darkness that frames his perfect blue eyes holds something mischievous. I’ve seen that look before; the desire that narrows his gaze, the way he licks his lips as he takes in my naked form. I’m not even ashamed of what he sees—it’s not like he hasn’t seen it before, and if there’s one thing I have power over, it’s my body.
I’d also be a liar if I said I hadn’t thought about fucking him, though. Purely to get him out of my system, because that usually works, right?
“What do you want, Roman?” I growl, noticing he’s still fully clothed, his tank soaked and his shorts not doing much to conceal his excitement.
“Isn’t it obvious?” he smirks, glancing down to where his impressive bulge twitches against my stomach. Then he locks his gaze with mine and I swear the room heats up—and it’s not from the temperature of the shower. “I wantyou.”
His proximity suddenly has me dizzy with desperation. The throbbing in my pussy compels me not to resist, but my mind is fighting back. It’s like he’s stolen all my sensibility, replacing it with only one thing—the toxic, overwhelming need for him. His mouth brushes against mine, water spraying over us as he covers me with his towering form.
I’m so caught up in the moment, in the intensity of our silent fight, that I have no sense of rationality. The next words out of my mouth fill me with desire and self-loathing, but mostly, with the sickening taste of lust.
“Then have me,” I say, sliding my leg up and around his waist. “Because this is the only chance you’ll get.”
It’s a lie. A dirty lie that I wish wasn’t.
The words are barely out of my mouth when Roman slams his lips onto mine, stealing my breath and my soul at the same time. One hand slides up my thigh, holding it in place while the other lands on my throat, pinning me to the wall as he assaults me with hot, hungry kisses. His tongue slides with mine, warm and wet and so damn tantalizing. It’s a dirty kiss; a heady reminder of our undeniable connection.
“We’ll see,” he murmurs with the hint of a smile on his lips as he pulls away.
Rolling my eyes, I slide my fingers through his wet blonde strands, causing him to hiss a breath in through his teeth.
I don’t want to hear what he has to say, I just want to get off and forget that this ever happened. Whether the latter is possible is a problem I’ll have to figure out later—for now, my cunt is aching to be touched, and if there’s one thing I know about Roman, it’s that he knows how to get me off.
Yanking his head back by his hair, I push him down to his knees before hooking my leg over his shoulder. “Just shut up!” I snap, shoving his head between my thighs.
Roman chuckles as he runs his nose through my pussy, inhaling me before diving in. He slides his tongue through my folds, lapping up my arousal with a smug hum of approval.
It feels so good to see him on his knees, just for my pleasure. I throw my head back as he tongue fucks me with precision, adding two fingers to the party. He suctions his mouth over my pussy lips while thrusting his fingers into my core, pinching them together while his tongue works my clit. It’s a talent—I have no idea how he does it, but it has me falling apart instantly, my body shaking violently as my orgasm rockets through me. I hold onto… nothing. There’s nothing to grab onto to prevent me from collapsing, except Roman’s thick shoulders.
