Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74291 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74291 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“I’m close, Roman,” she says, her voice hoarse and full of need.
I pull back, lining my cock up. I grab her hair in my hand and pull it roughly back. “Who do you belong to Ana?” I growl.
“Roman,” she cries, but I pull harder, her head coming back further as I lean over her, the hunter towering over his prey.
“Who do you belong to?” I growl, asking again.
“You, Roman. I belong to you,” she whispers.
Hearing the words, I needed most, I thrust into her, not stopping until my balls are pushing against the outside of her pussy. Her walls close in on my dick, squeezing and fluttering all around it, signaling how close she is. I keep my hold on her hair as I pull out and then thrust back in. I fuck her harder and harder in a way that I know she’ll feel me for weeks to come, in a way that with every step she takes, she’ll ache and miss my cock at the same time.
“You’re mine, Ana. I’m never letting you go. Mine,” I growl, using her hair to pull her head to the side and exposing her neck. I bite into her shoulder, not even thinking twice about it. I want my mark on her. I want to brand her skin with me.
Ana cries out and her body shakes as her climax rips through her. She meets every thrust I give her, her ass pushing back into me. I’m doing my best to hold back, wanting this to last longer.
“Come with me, Roman, please. Come with me,” she whispers, the effort to form the words causing her voice to shudder.
Hearing her plead like that makes me know I’m a goner. I surrender to Ana, to everything she is and everything we are together. I may have marked her, but she marked me too, and though this mark might not be seen, it’s so fucking deep that I know she will always be there.
She owns me too.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Roman
“Roman, you didn’t use condoms,” Ana says.
I’ve pulled us up vertical on the bed, but that is as much as I’ve managed. Fuck, I still have my pants on, though admittedly they are gathered about mid-thigh. Ana is on my shoulder, her back to me.
“We haven’t been using those since the day on your balcony, pet. Kind of late to worry about it now.”
“A baby would be a big mistake.”
I’ve been actively trying to get her pregnant and I can’t even put into words how much I disagree with her. In compromise, I don’t comment. I kiss the mark I left on her shoulder and change the subject. “Are you hungry?”
“Not really.”
“Ana? What’s on your mind?”
“It’s just been a long day, Roman, and I…”
“What?” I ask, something in her tone alerting me to the fact that I’m not going to like her next words.
“Roman? Do you know where my brother is?”
My body goes completely still. How did I not see this coming? Motherfucker, Banks had enough time with her to fuck shit up after all.
“Why do you ask me that, Ana?”
“The why doesn’t matter, Roman. I’m asking you to tell me the truth. Are you the one responsible for my brother missing?”
“The ‘why’ does matter, Ana. I’m asking you to tell me where you heard it and I want to know now.”
She takes a deep breath, so deep I can see it move through her body, and then exhales with a whoosh as she moves to her back. Her eyes find mine and there’s something in those violet depths I’ve not seen before and it worries me.
“The DEA have a file on you, Roman. They suspect you are working with the Russian Drug Cartel. They have photos of my brother in your club the night he disappeared talking to a man they identify as one of your security men. So, I’m asking you, Roman. Do you have my brother, or worse, did you have him killed?”
She asks me these questions while pulling away and sitting up. Anger drums in my veins along with a healthy dose of fear. I haven’t felt that emotion in a very long time, but I feel it now. I can’t let go of Ana. I will not lose her. Not now.
I growl, getting out of bed and pulling my pants up and securing the button to hold them in place. “Did Banks give you all that info?” Her head goes down and I don’t like that shit at all. She will not hide from me. “Ana. Eyes, now.” She slowly raises her head to me and the tears in them is enough to almost completely undo me.
“Is it true, Roman? Do you have my brother? Is he… dead?”
I could lie. The inclination is to do that. Ana would never know and I’d make damn sure that Banks never got near her again to talk to her. That might have been the wisest plan of action. It’s also the one that would allow her to escape me. I can’t allow that. I’m not letting her go.