Hell with Roman

o

his gaze fixed on me, his eyes lingering over every expose

tinctively tried to shield myself. How had we arrived at this plac

ere my submission to him had thrived admits my love for him, now tainted with

anding, betrayed a certain level of respect for the space between us. He

fire within me-one that brought both pleasure and pain. His touch, his very being, felt like an enigma. Why would a man return to his fo

his patience thinning with each passing second. I could feel the

ll too well what was to come. The familiar sense of dread gripped me, though a part of

es, darling, they do. An

rced them out. "They... they meet the devil,

d with a menacing calm as he approached, holding the familiar

on my face, his eyes a mixture of longing and fury. I saw in him not t

ipped my bare flesh. Rome no longer resembled the man I had onc

ortlessly onto the bed. His eyes sparkled with a predatory glea

ration, "why must you be so stubborn? Why must I alw

f soft kisses that bordered on torture. Each kiss, though te

begged, my words ch

good for the past few months, so why did you have to ruin it?" His hands worked quickly, undressing himself

ody still aching from earlier th

led, his voice filled with a mixture of satisfaction and cruelty. "A

ak, I felt the sharp sting of his hand against my be

ordered, his voice

barely able to ch

ame harder, making

pain and frustration mingling w

entle, almost affectionate-contrasted the brutality of his actions. He kissed my skin, his lips soft against the marks he had left behind. He licked my ski

pered with satisfaction. "I could fe

pleasure he brought me undeniable, even as my mind screamed in protest.

nce, and before I could say anythi

t pushing me further into a place where I was no longer sure of who I was or where I began. All that r

-lover, reduce me to this? To become nothing more than a toy for