CHAPTER 4

Dahlia

I licked my lips, tasting the salty taste of Roman cum. Not a single drop wasted.

I swallowed everything deliberately. His massive frame towered over me, chest rising and falling like he had run a marathon, hands clenched at his sides as if fighting the urge to drag me back onto his cock.

I could see it in the way his thighs trembled, the way his jaw clenched... He loved it.

Good. Let him love it.

This was the plan, right? Push the unbreakable Roman until he cracked. Until he realized he couldn't be my shadow anymore without wanting to devour me whole.

One taste of my mouth and he'd be gone by morning, running to my father that he couldn't protect me anymore. Not when he wanted to ruin me himself.

But damn, the way his cock twitched even after coming so hard... it sent a thrill straight to my core. I rose to my feet with a sassy tilt of my head, wiping the corner of my mouth with my thumb and sucking it clean just to watch his eyes darken further. "Mmm. You taste even better than I imagined, Roman."

He let out a low, guttural sound and before I could tease him more, his hands were on me.

Big, calloused palms gripping my waist as he lifted me like I weighed nothing. "You like being naughty, don't you, Dahlia?" His voice was rough, possessive in a way that made my stomach flip.

I wrapped my legs around his hips instinctively, my bare breasts pressing against his shirt.

"Naughty? Me? I was just saying thank you for saving my ass earlier." My tone dripped with mock innocence, but my nails dug into his shoulders, testing him.

Break for me. Tell Daddy you quit.

He carried me gently and placed me on the soft massive bed. I bounced once, hair fanning out, and propped myself up on my elbows, watching him.

His eyes never left my body, tracing my breasts, my stomach, and finally locking between my thighs like a man starved.

It made me wet.

"Open your legs wide for me," he commanded, voice low and dangerous.

He stood at the foot of the bed, already palming his cock through his open pants. It was hardening again, thick and veined, glistening from my mouth.

A rush of heat flooded me. I shouldn't want this. This was supposed to be my game...to tease the control freak until he snapped and ran.

But the way he looked at me, like I was his entire world and his worst sin wrapped in one... it made me ache.

I spread my thighs slowly, letting him see everything. "Like this, bodyguard? Or do you need a closer inspection?"

"Now, I want you to finger yourself." He said, still stroking his cock in long firm pulls. I swallowed. "Show me how wet that pretty pussy gets for me."

My breath hitched. Fuck. I shouldn't. But I did. My hand trailed down my body, fingers brushing over my nipples before dipping between my legs.

I was soaked already, slick and swollen from sucking him. I circled my clit first, biting my lip at the spark of pleasure, then slid two fingers inside myself with a soft moan.

Roman's eyes burned into me, his strokes matching my rhythm. The sight of him, big hand wrapped around that massive cock, veins standing out on his forearm, jaw tight with barely leashed hunger made me wetter.

My fingers moved faster, curling just right, the wet sounds filling the room.

This is bad. I'm supposed to be breaking him, not losing myself. But God, I loved it.

The power in his gaze, the way his free hand fisted the sheets like he wanted to rip them apart instead of touching me yet.

My hips rolled into my hand, breath coming in short gasps. "Roman... you look like you want to eat me alive."

"I do," he growled, stepping closer. Suddenly, his hand shot out, gripping my wrist and pulling my fingers away. I whimpered at the loss, but he replaced them with his own, thicker, rougher fingers plunging deep without warning. "So fucking tight. This pussy's mine now, isn't it?"

I arched off the bed, a sharp cry escaping me. His fingers were relentless, pumping in and out while his thumb circled my clit with expert pressure.

And then a crazy thought sneaked his way in. Who else does he do this for?

I quickly shut it out.

The stretch burned so good, hitting spots I didn't know existed. Every thrust sent sparks up my spine.

I grabbed at his shoulders, nails digging in, my mouth running even as pleasure fogged my brain. "Yours? Bold words for a man who's supposed to keep his hands off the boss's daughter. What would Daddy say?"

He hesitated for a second then he cursed.

"Fuck what he says." Roman's voice came out strained, his fingers curling inside me, stroking that sensitive spot until my thighs shook. "You are driving me insane, Dahlia. Now you're going to take what you started."

He dropped to his knees between my spread legs, yanking my hips to the edge of the bed.

His mouth descended on my pussy like a man dying of thirst. Hot, hungry lips sealed around my clit, sucking hard while his fingers kept thrusting.

I moaned loud, hand flying to his hair, gripping those dark strands as his tongue flicked and swirled.

He devoured me, licking every drop of my arousal, groaning against my folds like I tasted better than anything he'd ever had. No gentleness, just raw, obsessive need.

He ate me like he'd been starving for this, for me, his free hand gripping my thigh hard enough to bruise.

"Roman...oh fuck, yes..." My voice broke, hips bucking against his face. The pressure built fast, coiling tight in my belly.

His tongue pushed inside me alongside his fingers, then back to my clit, sucking with filthy, wet sounds that made my cheeks burn.

I was so close, teetering right on the edge, my whole body trembling as he worked me closer and closer to shattering.

A sharp knock echoed through the bedroom door.

My eyes flew open. Roman froze, mouth still pressed to my dripping pussy, his fingers buried deep inside me. The knock came again, louder this time.

"Dahlia, are you in there?"

Shit.

My father.