CHAPTER 3

Roman

I wrapped her naked body against my chest, water droplets traced lazy paths down her skin and I couldn't tear my eyes away. Gods, she is beautiful. My eyes trailed slowly from the curve of her neck, down to the swell of her breasts, perfect and heaving as she breaths.

Her nipples were hardened, pink and inviting, begging for my mouth. My eyes went lower, to her flat stomach, her hips and the smooth bare mound between her thighs made my cock twitch painfully against my zipper.

Every inch of her was mine to protect, but right now, all I wanted was to claim her, to mark her so no other bastard could ever look at her again.

I shouldn't want her. Not like this. Her father had hired me specifically to protect her.

I never thought that would include me. I was supposed to be the wall between her and the world that wanted to devour her but holding her like this, her wet skin pressed against my shirt, her scent, flooded my senses. The obsession I'd buried for months roared to life.

She is mine.

Has been since the day I first saw her.

I forced my eyes away, jaw clenched so tight it hurt. "Put on a robe, Dahlia. Cover yourself."

I set her down on the tiled floor but my hands lingered on her waist. My thumb brushed the soft skin there.

Every instinct screamed to pull her back, to pin her against the wall and bury myself inside her until she screamed my name.

She tilted her head, those wide blue eyes locking onto mine with a mix of innocence and something darker, it made my blood burn.

"Why, Roman?" She asked, leaning closer. Gods, she had no idea what she was doing to me or maybe she did. The thought sent a possessive thrill through me. "Does my nakedness bother you that much?"

Her lips curved into a small smile. She still didn't move to cover up.

My breath caught as her breast brushed my chest. Her nipples grazed the fabric of my shirt. Fuck.

"You've seen me at my worst. What's one more thing?"

I fought the urge to grab her, to crush her mouth under mine. My hands fisted at my sides, nails digging into my palms.

"This isn't a game. I'm here to protect you, not... Not this, " I stammered. Even as I said it. My eyes flicked back down, drinking in the sight of her.

Before I could step back, she sank to her knees in front of me, her damp hair falling over one shoulder.

The position put her mouth level with my bulging cock and the sight nearly undid me. "Dahlia, what the hell are you doing?"

I reached for her shoulders, meaning to pull her up, but my fingers only brushed her skin, trembling with the effort not to dig in and hold her there.

She didn't answer. Her eyes stayed on mine, hungry, as her small hands worked my belt open.

My jaw tightened.

I should stop her. Fuck I should. She tugged my zipper down. My cock sprang out, veins pulsing along the shaft.

It was big... Too big for someone like her, I told myself, but she didn't flinch.

Precum already beaded at the tip and her eyes fixed on it like it was hers to consume.

"You shouldn't be doing this," I rasped, even as my hand moved of its own accord, threading through her wet blonde hair. "We shouldn't. Your father..."

She shut me up by taking the head of my cock into her wet mouth. Fuck. Her lips stretched around me, sucking gently at first, tongue swirling over the sensitive underside.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

She emptied her cheeks and took me deeper, inch by inch until I hit the back of her throat.

Oh fuck.

My eyes rolled to the back in pleasure.

"Goddamn it, Dahlia..." The words tore from me half curse, half prayer. I was supposed to be her protector, the unbreakable shield.

But here I was, fighting every instinct not to thrust into her mouth.

She bobbed her head, taking more with each pass, her hand wrapping around the base where her mouth couldn't reach.

Spit dripped down as she sucked harder and faster.

I grabbed her hair and pushed deeper into her throat. She didn't pull away. I loved her filthy mouth. I loved how she worshipped my cock like it was the only thing that mattered. My free hand cupped her jaw, thumb tracing her stretched lips.

"That's it, baby. Just like that. Fuck, you're perfect."

The words slipped out of me before I could stop them.

My control shattered.

I wasn't gentle. Couldn't be. My hips rocked forward, fucking her mouth and she took it all, humming around me. One had slipped between her own thighs to touch herself as she sucked me.

The sight of that, her fingers circling her clit while my cock disappeared between her lips, pushed me to the edge.

Hest coiled tight in my balls.

"Dahlia, I'm gonna..." I tried to warn her so that she could pull back but she gripped my thighs tight, holding me in place.

She wanted it, wanted me.

I came with a groan, my seeds spilling deep into her throat. She swallowed it greedily, not wasting a drip.

Her throat worked around me, milking every last bit until I was spent, trembling.

She pulled back slowly, lips swollen and shiny, a string of saliva and cum connecting us for a second before it broke.

She licked her lips, a smile curved up her lips like she had just won a game I didn't know we were playing.

My breath came out in uneven pulls. What the hell had I done?