Spiraling Deception (13 page)

“
Princess, talking to you
about anything right now is the furthest thing from my
mind.”

The low, husky tone to his voice sent a
shiver down my spine and I stood frozen as those dark, inky eyes
pinned me with their gaze.

“
Oh—” I barely exhaled
before Roman’s mouth was on mine. His tongue slid along the seam of
my lips and pried entrance into my mouth. When I both moaned and
shuddered, he growled. One hand slid down my back and squeezed my
ass; his other hand glided up the center of my back, between my
shoulder blades, and pressed firmly to haul me roughly against his
hard body. The embrace was so primal and claiming, I couldn’t help
moaning again into his mouth. As his tongue plunged deeper, I let
go completely, melting further into his body, and lifted my hands
to the base of his neck. My fingers threaded through the strands of
his soft, silky hair. When another carnal growl rumbled up through
his chest, I pressed my body even closer, tugging handfuls of his
hair as my tongue fought his for control.

Tearing his mouth from mine, Roman lifted
me; my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as my hands
released his hair and gripped his shoulders. He strode with purpose
toward the bedroom.

This was it. I was going to sleep with Roman
Knight and truth be told, in that very moment, I couldn’t wait. I
was primed—beyond primed. I had never felt so turned on by anyone
or anything in my whole life.

Bending low, he put one knee to the bed to
gently, almost reverently, lay me down on my back, and then covered
my body with his much taller, powerful frame. Roman nipped
playfully at my chin with his teeth before he brushed his lips
softly against mine. But at that point, I didn’t want slow or
gentle—I wanted hot and frenzied, like the kiss he’d given me. I
threaded my fingers through the strands of his silky hair and
urgently pulled his lips back to mine.

He chuckled and shook his head once before
his hands went to the hem of my t-shirt and whoosh; he whipped it
up and off my body in a second. I had no clue where the t-shirt
went and nor did I care, because Roman took his own sweater off and
I was captivated by the sight of his taut, rippled chest. The man
was ripped, sporting a six-pack with a light dusting of dark hair
across his chest and to my surprise, he had a…tattoo.

Dark inky eyes settled on my breasts with
such blazing lust and wanton desire that I shivered. “God, you’re
so tiny and exquisitely beautiful,” he breathed.

I swear my toes curled in response to the
reverence in his tone.

Kneeling up, his hands moved deftly to the
waistband of my pajama pants and, like my top, within seconds they
were slid off my legs and gone.

One scorchingly hot palm trailed up from my
waist, around over my belly and then up my chest to rest at the
base of my throat. His gaze followed the movement. “Fuck, but
you’re beautiful, Princess.”

“
Roman.” I reached forward
to caress one side of his cheek with the tips of my fingers.
Perhaps slow and gentle was the way to go.

Before I could catch another thought,
Roman’s mouth was on mine again. His tongue thrust in, taking my
mouth and devouring it with such ravenous hunger, I was back to
liking hot and frenzied.

When he broke the kiss, he nipped my bottom
lip, promptly soothing the sharp sting of pain with his tongue
before he traced a path down my throat and over the swell of my
breasts. Covering one of my nipples with his mouth, he proceeded to
devour it, administering long, languid licks and playful nips in a
mindless swirl of sensations before he moved on to the other breast
to repeat the torture.

“
Oh God!” I arched my back
toward him. Every single nerve in my body thrummed to life from his
touch.

His ministrations of my breasts were driving
me insane, enflaming the tender area with every languid pass of his
talented tongue, every sharp biting nip of his teeth, and every
earth-shattering pull from his lips.

His hands moved to either side of my waist,
slid deliberately down my thighs to the backs of my calves; his
eyes followed their path. With a forceful jerk of both his wrists,
he yanked my legs up at the same time to push them apart until I
was fully open and exposed to his scrutiny. The brutally intense
expression on his handsome face was almost possessive in its
intent; the unconcealed hunger in his inky eyes caused moisture to
surge between my thighs. I’d never had anyone openly admire me with
such fierce, carnal desire before—the effect was one hell of a
potent aphrodisiac.

Another jerk of his wrist, and my delicate
lace panties were viciously ripped from my body.

“
Roman!” I shrieked, in
shock.

“
Shh…Princess.”

“
I…can’t…believe you just
tore my underwear off!” I stuttered, still reeling from having my
underwear torn from my body.

“
Charlotte,” he rumbled in
a low, gravelly tone. His large hands framed my face. “We’ll fuck
slow and gentle next time but right now, I’m going to fuck you hard
and I’m going to fuck you fast, because Princess, seeing your
perfect tiny little body laid out naked and under me—my cock is
demanding nothing less.”

Bending his head, his tongue then slid into
my mouth to quiet any protest I might have had, and believe
me—after calling my body perfect in that seductive gravelly tone of
his—I couldn’t think of a single objection. I tilted my head as my
own tongue met every one of his strokes as we fought a frantic duel
of desire.

Before I could comprehend
the loss of his body, Roman reared up. His fingers moved to the
belt of his pants and just as quickly they were gone, along with
his boxer briefs. Gawking, I watched, stupefied in a fog of
Roman Knight-lust
as he
produced a foiled wrapper—from God knows where—ripped it open with
his teeth and then sheathed his cock in one fluid motion.
Apprehension reared at the sheer size of his masculinity; Roman was
a tall man and broad, almost a foot taller than me and apparently,
that wasn’t the only thing that was bigger. The man was freaking
huge.

Before I could demur, Roman captured both of
my wrists in one hand and lifted them above my head. His other hand
went to the base of his thick, wide girth to position himself at
the entrance to my sex. Leaning forward, his lips came to mine and
brushed across them once softly.

“
Let me worship you,
Princess,” he whispered.

I nodded instantly my assent.

Roman drove into my heated core with one
long, smooth, powerful thrust and I gasped aloud, feeling all of
him buried exquisitely deep inside me. He felt impossibly huge but
oh so amazingly warm and good.

“
Fuck!” He hissed out
between his teeth. “Jesus, you’re even more fucking tight than I
imagined.”

He stilled to allow me to adjust to his
size. His hold on my hands released; he brushed my hair back from
my face. “Okay?” The intoxicating scent of his breath fanned along
my face.

I nodded, and threaded my fingers through
his hair and brought his lips back to mine. I grinned against his
lips.

“
Good.” He grinned back,
his eyes alight with amusement. His tongue darted out to lightly
trace the swell of my bottom lip; the tender gesture contradicted
his earlier words. Then, braced up on his forearms, Roman thrust in
and out with long, powerfully measured strokes. Each thrust
increased in tempo; the sound of our bodies slapping against each
other’s was the beating of a sensual drum. And it felt
amazing!

“
Oh God! Roman,” I moaned.
My hands ran over the hard angles of his back. Eagerly, I met each
measured thrust of his hips, until I whimpered from the pleasure,
completely consumed by the overpowering sensations of our bodies
joining together, over and over in excruciating passion.

His hand went down low between our
connection and his gifted fingers homed magically in on my
clitoris. The man had definite talent. The combination of his
rolling thumb and tenacious forefinger drove me unbearably higher
and higher until my climax hit like a tidal wave, crashing and
rolling through me, wave after wave until all I could do was scream
out my release with unabashed hoarseness.

Spurred on by my screams of pleasure,
Roman’s thrusts grew demanding, pounding relentlessly into me with
each drive of his hips until he roared his own release, grinding
out his pleasure with controlled strokes. Roman rolled us to the
side and gathered me into the warm firmness of his chest as we both
struggled to temper our breathing. His chin rested against the top
of my head.

“
I guess you were right,”
I murmured softly.

“
About what
exactly?”

“
I may feel some small
degree of attraction toward you.”

I could feel his lips smile against my
hair.

Chapter Nine

Stretching, I opened one eye and squinted at
the morning light that filtered in through the glass French windows
as I slowly came awake. My mouth felt dry as I shifted onto my side
and glanced down at the pale mauve sheet that partially covered my
naked body. The sheets beneath me were the silkiest I’d ever slept
on and idly I wondered what their thread count was.

As I gingerly tested my body, I felt stiff
and slightly sore, which was something I was accustomed to from the
countless hours I spent practicing in preparation for performances
with the troupe. But this time the aches and pains were deliciously
different and emanated from between my thighs.

I propped myself up on my elbows and scanned
the empty space on the bed beside me. The unmistakable sound of a
shower in progress caught my attention, and I turned my head in the
direction of the colossal master bathroom. The door was closed.
Closing my eyes, I exhaled harshly, sluggishly trying to piece
together the events of last night.

Memories flooded back in a rush: Roman
kissing me, his candid admiration of my body, viciously ripping off
my panties, and him giving me the most intense, earth-shattering
orgasm of my life.

After our initial wild and frenzied
coupling, Roman did indeed fuck me slow and sweet as promised.
Three more times, to be precise—the man was a machine. With each
time, he became more creative with a varied selection of positions
that I would have previously thought anatomically impossible—but
was delightfully proved wrong. The last by far was the best and
included Roman’s gorgeous head between my thighs. Sex with Roman
Knight was mind-blowingly incredible and I couldn’t wait for an
encore performance.

“
You’re awake.”

Startled by the sound of his voice, I
instinctively pulled the sheet farther up my body and covered my
breasts as I swung my gaze in his direction. Instantly our gazes
locked, but I forced my focus away, leisurely scanning the tall,
muscular frame of the man who both creatively and expertly fucked
my brains out last night.

And yes—I was not afraid to admit to being a
shameless hussy in that moment.

Roman was all but naked with the exception
of a fluffy white towel wrapped low around his hips. Small droplets
of water beaded down and over the expanse of his mouthwateringly
defined abs. Farther down, past his waist, was the succulent trail
of black hair that seductively snaked beneath the edge of the towel
to his hidden treasure trove of masculine virility. Sucking in my
bottom lip, I lifted my eyes back up and noticed Roman smirking at
me.

“
See something you like?”
Mirth sparkled in his gaze.

Instead of answering and making a
lust-struck fool of myself, I decided to evade. “Er…what time is
it?”

He walked to the dresser. “Almost
eight.”

“
What!” I screeched. Panic
eclipsed my lust-filled thoughts. I scrambled off the bed while I
tried to keep the sheet wrapped around me in a vain attempt of
modesty. “I have to be at the embassy by nine! Why didn’t you wake
me earlier?”

“
Whoa. Slow down for a
second, Princess.” Roman grasped my shoulders and brought me flush
to his chest.

“
I can’t be late, Roman. I
need to—” I didn’t get to finish my mini freak-out, because Roman’s
lips slammed on mine, claiming my mouth; his tongue forced its way
in and swept every thought I had far, far away. Releasing my tight
grip on the sheet, I ran my fingers over his shoulders and up,
threading through the wet strands of hair, and moaned at the fresh
minty taste of his breath. His arms slid around my back and pulled
me firmer against the solid wall of his chest; his hands roamed the
naked skin of my back and I melted fully into him.

Breaking the kiss, Roman asked, “Feeling
calmer?”

Breathing heavy, I squinted up at him,
noting with some disgruntlement that, although his hands were still
wrapped around me, he had put some distance between our bodies.
“No. Not really.” I pouted and reclaimed the sheet, wrapping it
firmly as I pulled away.

“
Charli,” Roman called
after me as I left his room for mine. “Everything is going to be
fine, so don’t worry. We have plenty of time to get to the embassy,
sort out this business with your passport and then you can enjoy
the rest of the day sightseeing.”

I studied him for a moment—the softness
around his lips, a quiet sincerity within his gaze—and I felt
warmed by his assurance. I smiled. “Thank you.”

“
You’re welcome,
Princess.”