He moves closer, so his body is flushed with mine. His big hands rest on my bare hips. My skin burns from his touch. My hands move up, resting on his hard chest. I feel a rumble under my fingers, his eyes close in content.
I should leave right? Before things get to heated. But the feel of him holding me, touching me causes me to lean into him. It feels nice to be touched, to be held.
My nipples pebble as they brush against him. My core tightens when his grip moves lower. We stand like that for a moment. I think he is giving me a chance to leave. But I don’t want too. His hands cup my ass. He kneads the hard muscle, his fingers slipping under the thin material making me gasp.
He surprises me by lifting me into him. My legs automatically wrap around his thick waist, my arms go around his meaty neck. My eyes lock on his. He groans when I shift in his arms as my nipples rubs on his chest. His smouldering gaze make my heart leap, my pussy clench.
I hear a thud beneath me, looking down I see the towel has fallen. My eyes widen when I feel the hard length of him on my ass crack. My breathing becomes shallow, his chest moves more rapidly.
He kisses me then, the frenzied movements of his lips moulding with mine. I moan into his mouth, as his tongues slips between my lips taking possession of my own. My lips bruise with the force of his. But I need more, why? I don’t know. Maybe I’m fed up with being alone, maybe for this one moment I want to touch of someone that might care about me. My hand fists into his hair, pulling him close to me. He growls into my mouth when I pull his hair, forcing him back so I can breathe.
Roman unhooks my bra, sliding it over my arms. He holds me with one arm, the other palming my breast, squeezing and kneading. My eyes close when he takes a stiff peak into his mouth. His tongue swirls, his teeth graze along my sensitive nipple. I fist his hair, pulling him closer. He releases my nipple with a pop and moves on to the next. Sucking and licking it greedily.
He moves us to the bed. Laying me down gently. My hair fans out around me like a dark halo. Roman watches me as he removes my panties. His eyes flicker down to my throbbing wet centre.
I watch him, as he licks his lips before dipping his head to my waiting heat. He takes me whole into his warm mouth, suckling and flicking over my wetness. He laps it up like a starving man. He sucks my folds, licking around them before reaching my clit. My hips move, my back arches of the bed as a wave comes over me and I find my release with a strangled cry. My eyes lock onto Roman, who smirks, wiping my wetness from his mouth. He leans over me, taking possession of my lips once more. I can feel him fumbling around at the desk next to me, hearing the rip of a packet, I pull away to see him slipping on a condom.
My eyes bulge at the sheer size of him. He gives me a wicked grin when he settles over me. The tip of his length lined up with my heat. I gasp when he slowly enters me, stretching me. I’m no virgin but fuck me, that feels tight. When he is fully seated inside me, only then does he begin to move.
My nails drag down his back, he hisses into my neck. I groan, as the intensity picks up. My breathing becoming hard. I bite my lip from screaming when he picks up speed. His cock driving into me hard that I buck and writhe below him. The sound of our skin connecting echoing around the room, the heat of our bodies steaming up the windows.
My back arches as he continues his torturous strokes. My hands move to his hard ass, my fingers digging in. He reaches down between us, flickering his finger over my clit. I spasm beneath him as he pinches me. My second orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave.
He grunts as he slams into me, burying himself to the hilt as he finds his release. He kisses me hard, swallowing my scream.
We are both breathing heavily when we pull apart. He rests his forehead onto mine.
Then he utters a few words that shatter the perfect bubble I am in.
He groans, rolling away from me. “That’s better, I needed a good fuck, you can leave now.” I still, my breathing stopping.
When I look at him, he is smirking. I blink, is this a joke? But the lack of care and his nonchalant behaviour has me scrambling of the bed on shaky legs. He has his arms propped behind his head as he watches me with an evil glint in his eyes.
He laughs, a dark laugh that follows me as I hurry to pull on my clothes. The tears fall, soaking my cheeks. When I look towards him, I swear I see a flicker of regret, for what reason, I don’t know. But the look is gone, maybe I imagined it. Before I leave the room, my gaze flicks over him. Why was I so stupid to think he was interested in me? Maybe its karma. I did treat guys the same at my old school.
When I leave the room, I see a smirking Sinclair leaning casually against the wall opposite. Lawrence doesn’t even look towards me. He looks bored as he inspects his fingers. Why are they always lurking, and watching me? Why are they so insistent on ruining the little life I have left?
I run from them. Racing through the corridors to my room. I fumble with the lock, and almost fall into my room when I manage to open the door.
I don’t come out for a whole week.
Chapter five
Lawrence
I haven’t seen Everly all week. She refuses to come out of her room, not that I blame her. I didn’t realise what Sinclair asked Roman to do, and to be honest, I didn’t think he would do something like that. Who am I kidding? of course, he fucking would!
But Sinclair is holding something over Roman. I just don’t know what. I know what mine is and if it got out, my father would disown me.
Why she slept with him is beyond me, we have been nothing but hateful towards her. Maybe she is lonelier than I thought, maybe she wanted to feel something.
I see him lumbering towards me, his head bent.
“Why would you do something so low?” I ask him when he gets nearer to me.
I see his shoulders stiffen, his neck goes red. “You know why?” He grumbles. He doesn’t look at me, too ashamed, I guess.
“Because of Sinclair? You would stoop that low because of what he has on you.” I shoot back. God he’s a fucking idiot. “You crossed the line Roman. A big fucking line.”
“You don’t know what it’s like.” He snaps.
“Yes, I do. He has dirt on me too, but you know what, I don’t give a shit. I have my limits.”
“I do too.” He mumbles.
I scoff. Is he really that dumb? “Really, what you did to her, that is you having limits?”
“I didn’t rape her,” he snaps. “She wanted it, same as I did. It would have been worse what Sin suggested I do.”
I look at him in disgust. “Yet you shattered her soul by uttering those words like she is nothing.” I spit. “You may not have raped her Roman, but you may as well have. You used her, then threw her away.”
He flinches. I see his eyes darken when he looks at me. “You don’t know what he has on me, what he could show my father.”