“Kiss me back, baby,” I muttered against her when I pulled away so we could both catch our breath.
“No,” she said.
I glided my lips softly over hers.
Her hands came up to my chest, and she held them there. I felt that hesitation, and I pounced.
I deepened the kiss. “Kiss me.”
“No,” she said again, only this time, it was said in a much weaker tone.
I moved my hand up and down her side. She shivered against me.
I leaned back far enough to take in her face fully. Her eyes were glazed over, and her lips were swollen.
She looked good like this.
She looked like… mine.
She looked likemine.
And despite what she had said, she wanted me to kiss her. She just didn’t want to want it.
Unable to help myself, I leaned back in, took her lips in mine, and kissed her once more.
Losing myself to her.
3
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I didn’t knowwhen I stopped fighting him and, instead, started fighting against myself.
I was fighting over the urge to give in and let him kiss me like this. Like he craved the very essence of me.
I almost moaned in pleasure when I felt his wet tongue glide over my bottom lip. My breasts felt heavy, my skin felt like it was on fire, and—very noticeably—there was a pounding ache between my legs that only he had ever been able to quickly evoke out of me.
With everything that had happened, I almost forgot how good it always felt with him.
How fucking badly I always wanted him.
I shifted from side to side.
Roman pulled away once more, taking me in with dark, hungry eyes.
I didn’t think a man had ever looked at me like that.
I didn’t think a man had ever kissed me like that.
Not before him.
My lips still tingled from his abuse, and it was taking everything in menotto beg him to kiss me again.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
I should not be feeling this way about a man who abducted me.
Who lied to me about who he was from day one.
