Page 99 of Barristers & Bones
“Maybe,” I gasped out.
He paused. “Maybe? What the fuck does that mean?”
“I might do it again, under the right circumstances. He deserved to die and I wanted to see him suffer–so much. He hurt her, and then kicked her when she was on the ground, bleeding.” I hiccupped and buried my face in my arms, trying to hide my emotions.
He stilled, then exhaled slowly. “Fuck me.” Leaning over my back, he pushed my wet hair to the side and trailed his lips across my shoulders. Then Roman wrapped his arms around my torso and pulled me up. “Are you talking about Misty or yourself?” he asked quietly.
Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe. Memories pounded at me while shudders wracked my body. The shower was warm and steamy, but I felt cold inside. My mind tried to suck me back to that dark place, but this time I took big, deep breaths and fought with everything I had to stay in the present.
Roman turned me around. “I’ve got you, love, you’re safe here with me. Just breathe.” We sat naked on the bench as he cradled me in his arms, whispering promises and stroking my damp skin. My panting subsided and the crushing darkness started to recede.
“I’m so tired of going back there.”
“Misty’s attack hit a little too close to home, didn’t it?” he asked quietly.
I nodded against his hard chest as I tried to steady myself. Turning, I straddled him and wrapped my arms around his neck, laying my head on his shoulder. “It still hits me out of the blue and knocks me off my feet sometimes. Do you have flashbacks?”
He squeezed me, wrapping his arms tight around my waist, his erection rubbing against me. “Not in the same way. The memories come out when I’m not in control, or I can’t dictate my surroundings.” He rubbed his whiskers across my cheek and sighed into my hair. “It’s why I need to be in charge. You might’ve noticed by now I like to hold you down or tie you up when we fuck.”
I snorted against his neck. “I’m aware you’re dominant. We’ve been living together for a while now, and I’m wearing your collar and your ring. Have you had long-term submissives before?”
“A few, but those relationships were more regimented, and I’ve never lived with anyone.”
“The women at the charity event.”
He nodded. “I don’t need that level of control with you, and I crave more than just a physical relationship. I want everything.”
“What do you mean?”
Stroking my back, Roman leaned in and kissed along my jawline. “I want you here. I love coming home and finding you somewhere in the house, either studying in a corner or making food. You’re like finding the sun after years of cold, gray weather, and I have an obsessive desire to keep you close and safe. I’m a possessive bastard.”
“You don’t say.” I hugged him to me. I loved his care and possessiveness. Until the Spade family enfolded me into their ranks, I wondered if anyone would ever love or care about me, and I’d decided not to chance it. But with Roman, the choice had been taken out of my hands.
He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking deep and then biting down, making me arch back and moan.
He slid his hands up my thighs and brought his mouth to my ear. “You always taste like citrus and smell like fucking cinnamon candy. Christ, I could eat you up.”
I moved along his hard length, the friction rubbing against my clit. Roman palmed my ass cheeks and I winced. “Ouch.”
He grinned and squeezed harder. “That’s what you get for not informing me they found Lionel and not inviting me to your Spade family BTK party.”
I leaned in and bit his earlobe. “You’re funny. I’ve never tortured anyone before, but I was so enraged.”
He ran his hands along my spine and brushed my wet hair behind my shoulder. “Those yellow boots of yours. Fuck me, I didn’t know if I wanted to laugh or throw you over my shoulder and drag you away. Put my cock inside your cunt, wife.”
I stilled at his brisk, lewd command.
“Unless you prefer I bend you over the bench again and finish spanking you.”
Nipping his neck, I slid my hand between us and wrapped my palm around his thick, pulsing shaft. Then I worked myself down onto his massive length, moaning as he pushed up inside me.
He let me ride him for a few seconds and then growled against my temple and clasped my waist, slamming me down on his cock. Roman thrust his hips upward, spearing me deep as he pulled me down on him. I gasped and threw my head back.
“That’s it, take it all. You can do it, just relax and open for me.” His words singed my mind, and red-hot lust coursed through me. He held both my wrists in one hand behind my back and found my clit with his thumb. When he leaned in and ran his teeth across my nipple, my orgasm rose.
“Oh, God. Roman, I want to come.”
“Not yet. Keep your hands behind your back.” He repositioned his thumb against my clit and reached down to stroke my ass before sliding his finger between my cheeks. I stilled and my eyes flew open.
