tears of frustration

Tiana POV

"Please…" I was whimpering, my whole body a trembling mess.

I have always been a prideful person but at that moment, I didn't give a fuck about pride. I wanted to cum. I wanted to let go of that sensation so badly.

"Roman please just let me come…" I pleaded shamelessly.

"No." He declared, that single word landing like a verdict.

"Please—" My voice broke completely —”

"Please I need it— I need to…" I trailed off, unable to find the right word to describe what I needed.

"What you need is to learn some patience Tiana." Roman said calmly , his fingers grazing my inner thigh without landing anywhere useful.

Patience?

I wanted to scream to him.

Fuck that patience, I didn't need it.

Tears of frustration pricked my eyes.

I couldn't remember the last time my body had wanted something this badly and been denied it.

Roman looked pleased with himself, like my desperation amused him.

"Roman please…" His name came out of my lips wrecked.

"That pussy belongs to me now, Tiana." He said , his voice dripping low and smug.

"Your orgasms belong to me and I want you starved."

A fresh wave of heat gushed through me at those words which made absolutely no logical sense. He was telling me he was going to deny me and my body responded with more arousal?

I didn't recognise myself anymore and what was even worse was that I didn't care.

His fingers slid through my wetness slowly, circling, grazing but never landing where I needed them.

"Look how desperate you are. Soaking,trembling and begging. Do you know how long I have wanted to see you like this Tiana?" He murmured.

Of course I know he started eyefucking me across the rooms the first time he laid his eyes on me.

That was two years ago, months after Genova and I got married.

His fingers circled again, close enough to make my hips jerk forward chasing them. "I want you so desperate you can't think. So hungry you'd do anything I tell you to."

"I would." I fucking confessed like the needy slut he was turning me into.

"I would do anything— please…"

"Including being my whore to use as much as I like?” He asked and I nodded frantically.

I'd be anything to get off this torturing edge.

“ Use words Tiana or I am walking away.” Roman threatened and I panicked.

“ I would be your whore.”

The words left my mouth shamelessly. Gone was my pride and any sense of morality.

“ That's my good girl.” He praised.

Roman's fingers left me entirely and I heard him groan low in his throat.

Even without looking, I knew that he'd brought them to his mouth.

"Fucking delicious." He groaned

"Every single time I walked past you in that kitchen, sat across from you at that table, watched you be perfect and patient wife to my brother, I thought about this. About how you'd taste."

My forehead dropped back against the cushion.

"Roman, " I called, voice breathless.

"I'm going to ruin you for anyone else. I am going to fill you and leave that hole gaping. I am going to imprint myself on you until the only thing you remember is my fucking name.” He promised, the words filthy and unrestrained.

His hand slid into my hair, fingers curling firm at the roots. He tagged my head backwards forcing me to look up at him.

Whatever control Roman had been maintaining had slipped completely. His eyes were dark, wild and scorching, his jaw tight, his chest rising faster.

The sight of him, so fucking turned on and loosing control for me stirred something inside me.

I want the cause of this and as much as it wasn't supposed to excite me, it fucking did.

The ever composed and reckless Roman was loosing it because of me.

"On your knees, Tiana." He ordered, the command coming out rough and absolute.

My legs were still trembling from the denied orgasm but I lowered myself to the floor slowly.

I looked up at him and something about being on my knees for my husband's brother should have given me pause.

However, it didn't.

If anything the excitement doubled

Roman reached for his belt without breaking eye contact, slow and deliberate.

The sound of the leather sliding through the loops filled the quiet room and my mouth watered with an urgency that embarrassed me.

He freed himself and I moaned before I could stop it.

He was massive. Thick, long and already glistening with precum.

Thick pink veins ran along the length of him.

My thighs pressed together at the sight of him, my neglected core clenching around nothing.

"Open your mouth." His hand fisted my hair.

“ Open that fucking mouth and take my cock like the whore you are.” He ordered and I obliged without a second command.

I opened for him and he guided himself between my lips.

The taste of him pulled a long moan from my throat.

"That's it." His voice dropped to something raw and rough. "Just like that."

Roman pushed deeper slowly at first, watching my face.

When he hit the back of my throat, I gagged, tears springing immediately to my eyes.

However, he didn't stop. His grip on my hair tightened and I forced myself to breathe through my nose.

I tried to relax and to open for him the way he had commanded.

"Good girl." The words came out strained, his composure hanging by a thread. "Take my cock in that filthy mouth. I am going to stretch that pretty little mouth in a way my brother would never have.”

He stilled for a moment and looked down at me with an expression that made my stomach clench.

"Look at you." His thumb brushed my cheek almost tenderly, wiping a tear. "Taking me so perfectly with tears running down your face."

Then he pulled back and set his pace.

I was drooling, tears streaming freely down my face.

My knees ached against the hardwood and my neglected core throbbed with every thrust.

His free hand found my hair, then dropped to my jaw, tilting my face up to his.

"This mouth." He said it quietly between thrusts. "Taking me like it was made for this."

The words landed somewhere between degrading and worshipful.

My body received them with a fresh wave of desperate heat that had nowhere to go.

He stilled suddenly with a guttural groan that echoed through the apartment.

“ Fuck Tiana!” He pulled away, his fist wrapping around his cock.

He started to pump, his gaze fixed on me and fingers pinching my nipples.

“ Open your mouth. I want to fill that beautiful mouth with my cum.” Roman ordered and I obliged.

A moment later, ropes of him cum shot out, landing messily on my lips, chins and the swell of my breasts.

Roman looked down at me — wrecked and trembling — and lowered himself slowly until we were level. His thumb swept across my cheek. The gesture was almost unbearably gentle after everything else.

"Good girl." He murmured, patting my head.

His eyes dropped between my trembling thighs and back up to my face and the corner of his mouth curved into something that made my stomach flip entirely.

“ Goodnight Tiana. This is all you get tonight.”

Before I could protest, he pulled his pants up and disappeared upstairs.