“No fucking shit, Roman.” I try to move again, but his arm tightens around me, dragging me back into a bear hug. “I meant why am I in your bedroom?”
“Oh, well that’s simple. You cannot sleep in yours. I believe a bat attacked it.”
My body slumps as I realise how I left my room last night. If I’d been awake, I would have just crawled into Robyn’s like I always do after a kill. It hits me then, no wonder I stink of Roman when I am literally covered in him. Taking a deep breath, I try to re-centre myself.
“That was kind of you, Roman. Could you let me go now, please?”
“No.”
“Roman!” I snap, already thinking about everything I need to do today.
It’s always the same after a kill. Debriefs are the most annoying things to ever exist and on top of that it’s Tuesday so I should probably go back to classes if I don’t want to fail.
Roman’s grip loosens and just as I go to use the slack to break free, he moves faster than I can process. He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head, using his body to hold me down.
My breath turns heavy as he presses his thigh between my legs, forcing them apart as his stare locks onto mine. The memory of yesterday hits me hard and my body reacts before I can stop it. My pussy clenches around nothing but the memory of his mouth as his cock bumps against my clit and a soft moan slips out before I can catch it.
A cruel smile spreads across his face. His stupid dimples cut in as he leans forward, brushing his lips against mine. The soft touch of his mouth is electric as his eyes gleam with joy and I have to close mine for a second to get my bearings. A sharp clickpulls my attention back and my head springs up to look at what he has just done.
“ROMAN!” I scream. “GET THESE OFF ME!”
I wiggle my restrained wrist in the handcuff, but he ignores me, skilfully catching my free one and locking it in place. I grit my teeth as he smiles.
“Roman,” I growl in warning again.
“No.” He pecks my nose, then crawls back down over my flailing body, pinning my hips with his hands.
His eyes eat up my body as I try to control my breathing, but to my surprise, I can feel myself getting more turned on. I’m not sure what I’m expecting next from Roman in this position, maybe a mind-blowing orgasm, but instead he leans down, keeping me pinned as he lowers his head to my stomach with such unexpected care that I go completely still as I hold my breath.
His shoulders settle between my legs before he gently lifts the hem of my shirt and presses his face against my lower stomach, his unshaven beard brushing against my skin.
“That’s better,” he sighs, using his thumb to draw featherweight circles onto my stomach.
“Please,” I gasp, trying to move away from his touch.
“No,” he grumbles, squeezing my hips even more. “We are staying like this until it is time to go to debrief. Go back to sleep, Tinkerbell. I will be here when you wake up.”
“Wait, you’re serious?”
“As serious as a heart attack.”
A giggle slips from my lips at the irony of that, although I guess Charles’ family would agree. I wiggle, but it’s half-hearted. A sharp ache hits my chest at the thought of him doing this with his future wife. I don’t think anyone has ever held me so softly before.
“Stop wiggling so much. Your perfect warm cunt is too close to my mouth and I’m trying to be a gentleman.”
I sigh and melt into his hold. Is it bad, just this once? Maybe if I let myself have this, the memory will be enough when I’m alone again.
“Sleep,” he demands and I groan. Partly because I know I’m not winning against Roman when he’s like this, and partly because I’ve already given in to it.
Even if it’s just for the morning.
“Good girl,” he mumbles as my body relaxes beneath him.
My eyes grow heavy as I focus on the steady rhythm of his breathing against my skin, getting lost in the way he touches me like I’m something worth keeping. Before long, sleep takes me, and for the first time since Robyn left, it comes easily.
When I wake again, my wrists are free, but Roman is still curled into my stomach like he can’t bear to move too far away. I nudge him slightly, as he lets out the softest moan and he burrows his face in deeper.
“Time to get up,” I state, pushing his shoulder with more force.