Page 103 of Barristers & Bones
In the middle of the night, I woke as Roman rolled me over onto my stomach and palmed my pussy, playing with my clit and reaching underneath me to pinch and tug on my nipples. My mind was foggy with sleep, but my body responded to him like it always did.
He leaned over and gathered my wild hair in his hand, then he pulled my head back and licked my ear. “I want into your sweet hot cunt again. Nod for me.”
Moaning softly, I nodded unthinkingly. His legs held my thighs closed as he worked into me, causing a tight, almost painful fit. “Arch your back, take me deeper.”
I obeyed and he growled low against my neck. “Fuck, your slick little pussy always takes my cock so well. Like you were made for me.” He reached around and strummed at my clit, working his hips against me, his words and the tight fit triggering the beginning of an orgasm. Then he stilled.
“Whose pussy is this, my little cum slut?” he growled as I tried to move my hips against his.
When I didn’t answer, his fist tightened in my hair. “Who?”
“It’s yours,” I cried out. “Now move, Goddamn it!”
He chuckled darkly, slamming into me, and when he reached around and fingered my back hole with his thumb, I went off like a rocket. A few strokes later, he pinned me against the bed and orgasmed deep inside.
As I came down, tears hit my cheeks, all the pent-up pain and anger coming to a head. He pulled out, lay back on the bed, and rolled me over on top of him. I draped across his body like a rag doll as his semen and my tears leaked onto him, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. He tucked my head into the crook of his neck and kissed and licked my tears until I’d settled down a little.
Squeezing me softly, he stroked my hair. “I’m sorry you heard that conversation. It was a long time ago, and even then I knew I couldn’t do that to you. You’re mine, and you have been since you walked into The Firm. Tell me you forgive me, Sweetness.”
My lonely heart wanted to believe him, but my mind warred with the past. “I’m tired of being hurt and used. You don’t know how… worthless and disposable you made me feel.”
He stilled, then rolled me to the side. “You’re the most precious and indispensable person in my life. I’m an unscrupulous bastard, and someday I’ll probably kill your father, but I want a life with you, and I’m selfish enough to take it.”
I laid my palm on his cheek and searched his eyes in the darkness. “If you can’t care about me because I have his blood running through my veins, please let me go.”
When he brushed my hair back and kissed my mouth softly, I knew I was lost. “I’m not letting you go, and I don’t give a fuck who your father is. We’re better together, we’re a fuckingfamilytogether. I need you. Come back home and be with me. Please.”
My body tightened at his words, then gradually relaxed against him. I wasn’t ready to say similar words back to him. He’d wounded me, and the instinct to protect myself was strong. “Don’t ever make me feel that way again, or I’ll find a way to make you sorry you ever met me.” I laid my head on his shoulder, then reached around and pinched his hard ass.
“If I ever do, you’re welcome to try.” He sat up and studied me, then held out his hand with the collar and tracking device in his palm, his face carefully blank. “These are yours–you can do whatever you want with them. I won’t apologize for the tracker, but I should have told you what the collar meant when I put it on you.” I slowly sat up next to him and looked down at the beautiful necklace.
When Roman first put the collar on me, I chafed at the lock, and when my friends told me what it symbolized, I wanted to punch him in his beautiful face. But now, I missed the soft weight of the collar, and I’d grown used to the subtle feel of it against my skin. Slowly, I reached up and gathered my hair in my hands, lifted it off my neck, and turned. “Put it on me,” I murmured quietly.
A long, broken sigh escaped him, and Roman leaned over and gently draped the collar over my neck, then clicked the lock in place. “Let’s go home, wife.”
Brenna wasn't at her desk when I walked into the offices a few days later. In fact, her reception desk looked cleaned out and unused, like she’d never been there.
I walked through the doors and found Gideon. “Where’s Brenna?”
“She no longer works here.” He smiled benignly, but something hard shifted in his eyes.
“Did she quit?”
“No. She was fired and marched out of the building without references.”
“What? Why?”
“Because she recorded a private, confidential conversation here and then disseminated it.”
It hit me that Brenna had sent the recording. I rubbed my forehead as I considered her possible reasoning and the ramifications. “Gideon, it’s no secret that Brenna and I weren’t best buddies. But I think she sent it to protect me,” I admitted reluctantly.
Gideon tilted his head and studied me. “She’s been antagonistic toward you since you started here. We’ve all witnessed it.”
I waved my hand. “Yes, at first. But things changed, and I don’t want her penalized if she was only looking out for me.”
He shook his head. “Even if that were the case, she should never have recorded the conversation. We deal in confidential, sensitive information, and she used extremely poor judgment.”
“That’s true, but I don’t want her life ruined because she tried to help me. I’m going to call and talk to her.” Setting my backpack on his desk, I started digging out my phone.
