Chapter 51: She Was WildRoman I kept my hand on Savannah’s back as we slipped out of our little rendezvous, her perfume a faint trail in the cool night air. The warmth of her body still lingered against my palm, but the further we walked from the shadows, the more reality pressed in.She was still talking, voice airy and teasing. “I always knew I’d strike gold before thirty.” She giggled like a teenager. “I met a fortune teller online, many years ago. She ripped me off of twenty dollars but she did say that I was meant for bigger things. I'm certain that this is it, Roman.” She was one second away from jumping up and down. I let out a low laugh. “You’re the only woman I know who admits that without blinking.”“I hate pretense. It's immature.” She added. “I'm not conceited, so if you offer, then best believe I'm going to jump on it.” I’d half-expected her to turn me down like she had before—run the other way, put walls up. But she hadn’t. She’d taken my offer and then, like it was
Chapter 50: A Hostile Takeover The space around was still buzzing with leftover heat. The hallway was still warm with the echo of our movements, like the air itself was holding its breath. While I struggled to catch mine. My back was still pressed into the cool wall, the chill biting against my skin that still tingled from his hands. My dress was bunched around my hips in a way that would have been indecent if either of us cared. Roman’s body caged mine in, one arm braced beside my head, the other gripping the back of my thigh as if the last intense minutes hadn’t been enough to prove a point.We hadn’t moved since it ended.We hadn’t needed to.I tried to catch my breath, my lips still swollen from his mouth. My pulse was still drumming in my ears when he finally spoke.“That’s twice.” He said quietly, almost like he was taking inventory. “And I’m done treating it like some… casual transaction.”The words weren’t loud, but they cut clean through the haze in my head. His voice was
Chapter 49: Don't StopHis other hand slid over my body, splaying over my stomach before moving higher—possessive, greedy. His palm cupped my breast, thumb circling my nipples through my dress until my breath hitched hard.I shoved weakly at his chest. “Please, Roman. Please take me—”“I will,” he cut in, his grip tightening around my breast until my knees went soft. “And I won’t stop until you can’t stand without me holding you up.”He kissed me again, slower this time, deep and deliberate, like he was savoring every second he’d been forced to wait.He pressed me deeper against the wall, hands impatiently tugging my dress up until it rested above my waist. Leaving me bare for him to see. Without breaking contact, his free hand slid down, fingers landing over the heat between my legs. I gasped into his mouth, but he didn’t stop.“That dress was in my way,” he muttered darkly, “Now nothing is.”His knuckles brushed over my sensitive heat, and the sound he made when he felt how drippi
Chapter 48: I Don't BegRoman’s large hand burned into my waist and drew me closer, pulling me into his heat. His gaze remained on mine, hungry and impatient. “You’re trembling,” he murmured, voice low and teasing. “Tell me, Savannah, what’s got you this undone?”Heat rose to my cheeks, and I fought to steady my breath. “You,” I admitted, voice thick.He smiled—a slow, wicked curl of his lips—and slid his hand up the smooth curve of my thigh, fingertips tracing the fabric of my dress like it was nothing more than a veil.“Fuck me,” I whispered.“I can't not afford to, Sav,” he said, his voice dropping to a velvet growl.He moved like a predator, slow and deliberate, his hands gliding down my sides before sliding beneath the hem of my dress. The rough edge of his fingers found the delicate fabric of my panties, tracing the curve of my hip with featherlight teasing. My breath hitched.“Roman,” I whispered, voice thick and begging.He lifted his head, lips curled into a wicked smile. “M
Chapter 47: You've Always Been Mine, Savannah The night air was cool, sharp, and smelled faintly of rain as I slipped away from the chaos of the rehearsal dinner.Laughter and clinking glasses dulled into nothing, replaced by the hush of the gardens and the slow throb of my pulse in my own ears. My hands trembled as I braced against the stone wall of the restaurant, bending forward to draw in a breath that didn’t want to come.I heard him before I saw him—the steady, unhurried rhythm of his steps—like he knew exactly where to find me. And he obviously did. My body instantly betrayed me, reacting to him. “Sav.” His voice slid over my skin, low and threaded with something dangerous. He stepped in close, his warmth brushing my back as his hand found me, palm firm but careful, steadying me. “You're not okay.” The area where his hand was resting, felt like it was on fire. My skin prickled with sudden heat. I nodded, but my voice escaped me. “I’m fine.”“You’re clearly not.” His gaze c
Chapter 46: To True LoveWedding Rehearsal (The Next Day)I stood near the back, a bouquet of ivory silk roses in my hands. The officiant clapped his hands. “Alright, from the top. Bridesmaids and groomsmen—pair up.”Dean was up front, grinning just wide enough, not too much— glancing in my direction ever so often. A subtle reminder of his illicit proposal. His best man, Henry, was beside him. Like the obedient dog he was. And there in front, sitting beside my dad like he owned the place, was Roman. He wasn’t part of the wedding. He wasn’t even supposed to be here in the first place. But somehow, his dark suit blended into the picture, making him look like he belonged. Like he was actually the main event. He met my eye, the corner of his mouth lifting up in a smile. Then he gave a little nod. I smiled back— unable to contain my excitement and looked ahead, focusing on not tripping in front of so many people. My feet moved on autopilot as I took my place. The music, romantic a