LOGINRoman leaned casually against the tall dresser, his arms crossed over his chest as his dark eyes followed Alana’s every move. He had already pulled on his trousers and a crisp button-down shirt, leaving the top few buttons undone.Alana smoothed down the fabric of her dress, catching his reflection in the mirror as she tried to fix her hair. "Are you just going to stand there staring at me?""Can you blame me?" Roman asked smoothly, his tone low and lazy. The corner of his mouth twitched into a slow smile. "Considering how we just spent the last couple of hours, I’d say I have every right to enjoy the view while you put your clothes back on."Alana felt a sudden wave of heat rush to her cheeks, turning around to face him with a narrow glare. "Roman, it's already past noon. We actually need to leave.""We will," Roman said, pushing off the dresser with an unhurried grace. He closed the distance between them, his hands reaching out to settle lightly on her waist. "Once we get back to
CHAPTER 116: “That was fucking amazing,” he said, his voice strained with a heavy, uneven edge. “But I am nowhere near done with you yet.”He shifted, withdrawing carefully before turning her onto her stomach with effortless strength. Alana pushed up onto her elbows, the cool air hitting her skin just a moment before his warmth settled behind her. Roman’s hands gripped her hips, tilting her up to meet him. When he drove back into her, it was one smooth, unhurried push that sank deeper than before, stretching her in a way that stole the air from her lungs.Both of them caught their breath, a shared moan vibrating between them at the new angle.“Fuck… even deeper like this,” Alana gasped.Roman leaned over her back, one arm braced against the mattress to support his weight while his other hand slid forward, cupping her breast. He picked up the rhythm again, long, powerful strokes that buried him completely inside her. The heat of his body pressed along her spine as Alana pushed back
Clothes came off between kisses and touches. His shirt hit the floor first. Her dress followed.Roman laid her down carefully and stretched over her. He braced most of his weight on his forearms. His length pressed heavy against her thigh. Alana’s hands ran down the strong line of his back. She felt the tension that still lived in his muscles even now.“I need you,” she said, looking straight up into his eyes. “Right now. No holding anything back.”He kissed her again, deeper this time. One hand slid between their bodies. His fingers found her pussy already slick and ready. He stroked her slow and thorough. Alana’s hips lifted into the touch on their own. A soft moan slipped out of her throat.“Fuck, you feel ready for me already,” Roman said against her mouth. “So wet and open.”“Mmh...” she answered, voice a little shaky. “Please, Roman. I want you inside me.”He shifted his hips and lined the thick head of his length up with her entrance. He pushed in slow. He gave her every inch o
Roman sat on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees. His eyes stayed fixed on the floor like he was still standing in the middle of those old years. Alana stayed right beside him. Her hand rested warm on his arm. She did not speak yet. She just gave him the space to resume talking whenever he was ready. “I left the syndicate when I was eighteen,” he said after a long breath. “Walked away from everything I knew and went straight to Mr. Beaufort.” He paused and rubbed a hand over his mouth. “His company was already on the edge of collapsing back then. His first son had made a mess that could not be cleaned up easy. He killed a woman who belonged to a dangerous cartel. That one mistake came back around hard. It ended up killing him.” Alana’s fingers stayed gentle on his arm while she listened. “Nobody outside the inner circle ever found out he was dead,” Roman continued. “Beaufort covered the whole thing. He let people believe his son was off traveling or laid up sick
Roman sat on the edge of the mattress, his fingers lightly tracing the cuff of his shirt. He took a heavy breath, his eyes staring blankly at the floorboards between them. "I will start with Kim," Roman began, his voice flat. "We knew each other since we were children. Her father worked as a fixer for my father, who was deeply involved in the mafia world. Her father was also giving our family information about a rival syndicate, which was how he became connected to my father's organization." "Whenever his business brought him to the estate, Kim came with him. Damien and I had no friends back then, so the three of us often spent time together." Alana kept her face turned toward the wall, but she listened to the slight rasp in his throat. Her crossed arms tightened over her chest, yet the rigid stance she had held all morning was slowly beginning to give way. She finally turned to face him. "Kim eventually became very important to me," Roman continued, a faint shadow passin
Alana woke up with a terrible hangover, her head pounding so violently that the room seemed to tilt. She lay frozen for a moment, her eyes squinting against the morning light while she tried to piece together where she was or how she had even gotten there. She eventually managed to drag herself out of bed, her muscles aching as she stumbled into the bathroom. She splashed freezing water over her face and rinsed out her mouth, trying to wash away the stale taste of whiskey. When she finally looked up into the mirror, she winced; she was still wearing the midnight-black silk gown from the previous night, and she looked like absolute crap.She stepped out of the bathroom, crossing the floor toward the exit to figure out whose roof she was under. The second she opened the bedroom door, she nearly collided with a maid in her 30s who was standing in the corridor, holding a silver tray with a steaming mug. The woman had her hand raised, just about to knock."Good morning, Alana," the maid
The weekend passed rather quickly in a blur, and Monday came. Like some forces could feel her dilemma and were offering to help out. Roman informed her that he would be gone for a week on a business trip. He had been completely different that morning, not his appearance, but his entire demeanor.Th
After leaving Roman's room, Alana went straight to the kitchen to make breakfast for herself.She poured cereal into a bowl and added milk to the bowl. Making herself comfortably on a stool, she began eating.A minute later, Erin entered, tapping on his phone. From his attire, Alana could tell tha
"Alana What are you doing here?!" Katherine asked, her shock and surprise on seeing Alana evident in her voice.Words seemed to have left Alana's mouth, as she stared at Katherine then Roman then back to Katherine again, dumbfounded.What on earth could her Mother's best friend; Katherine Haze, be
Putting her last pair of shoes in the her suitcase, Alana looked around her room to make sure she had packed everything. Seeing that there was nothing left, she zipped the suitcase and placed it aside before exiting the room. Her feet padded down the stairs, and she made her way straight to the si







