Shadows of Deception Ch. 03

The slowness of his pace was in itself a crime against humanity, but she couldn't help but revel in the twisted pleasure it brought, knowing the torture that this man was capable of inflicting on her. Also that he probably did this type of thing as a warm-up, the thought of this being less than an appetizer to him made her shudder.

He cruelly withdrew his finger and she whimpered in protest but then gasped sharply as his thumb replaced it, teasing her clit with expert precision. Her mouth opened and closed, as every word was a struggle, they all died on her lips and all that escaped was a string of broken syllables that maybe, somehow could be contorted to form his name.

His hot breath tickled her ear as his tongue and thumb worked in perfect unison, eliciting a symphony of moans from her blood-red lips. It was good, it was too good, but it couldn't last. Roman was no saint; he was the type of man who only gave pleasure with a sinister smile and always expected something in return, like a true mobster he'd give you what you wanted with a smile on his face, but there was always a cost. This was the type of man to edge a woman till she cried.

There was no escape from the prison of his body pressed against hers, and she trembled under his possessive touch. She braced herself for the relentless edging she'd expected, but to her surprise; he didn't stop. Instead, the sensations only intensified, driving her closer and closer towards oblivion. He circled his thumb over and over in a featherlight touch, leaving her panting and trembling against the wall.

"Kitten, be a good girl for me," he whispered hotly in her ear, she didn't know what he meant and she didn't care. He could have anything he wanted. "Come for me."

Her pleas turned into desperate moans as she gave in to the overwhelming waves of pleasure crashing through her body. "Oh my god...Roman...!" she cried out.

He grinned against her neck, savoring the sound of a woman desperate for release at his command. He loved it when he heard women say his name like that. Power coursed through him like a potent drug, and there was nothing that could compare to the thrill of sexual dominance. It was on a whole other level.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

The light and breathy sound of her moans filled the room, growing louder and more desperate as she gripped his jacket tightly before releasing it to tangle her fingers in his hair. With an unhinged determination, she was quickly pulling him off her neck and forcing her tongue into his mouth making a feral sound that shot bolts of lightning to his already painfully hard cock. Roman couldn't contain his own moan of approval as she devoured his mouth aggressively. Without hesitation, he plunged his fingers back into her dripping core, eliciting another unrestrained moan and a desperate buck of her hips against his hand.

His ministrations grew faster and more focused, he'd have her coming apart within seconds like he was trying to break a Guinness World Record.

He could feel it in the air, the moments just before an orgasm came crashing down, how their bodies shook and moans tumbled from their lips were the most delicious. Their lips trembled, mouths often hung shape as though waiting for a scream to finish loading, legs quivered and their bodies stiffened. The whole process, the whole series of gestures was a spectacular show and Roman loved it. He smiled against her mouth, sucking on her tongue while he felt her body go through the same series of gestures.

When it finally hit, her entire body convulsed and tightened around his expert fingers, sending her on a wild ride through the aftershocks of an intense climax. She dug her nails into the back of his neck and clung onto him as if he were a tree, her mind flooded with a surge of serotonin and dopamine that felt like a drug.

Roman continued to stroke her softly for a few moments as her orgasm began to ebb and fade, his fingers now gentle and soothing instead of frantic and demanding.

His hand slowed, carrying her through the aftershocks that coursed through her body and gradually he slowed to a stop. As the warmth of an orgasm faded, their lips slowed against each other until they stilled.

Roman released her thigh gently, setting her back on her two shaky feet, and removed his hand from between her legs, bringing his glistening fingers to his lips.

His eyes were now completely blown black with an abyssal desire, barely holding on to his composure. He brought his thumb to his lips to taste her but was taken aback when Belladonna instead sealed her lips over his digit, swirling her tongue in a seductive dance while holding his gaze with her own.

She couldn't believe what had just happened, but she also couldn't believe how she was left craving more.

His gaze narrowed into dangerous slits and his chest rose and fell in a deep and measured breath. One that suggested she'd just pushed him a little further than he'd expected. Just as he was about to yank his hand away, she released his thumb from her lips, only fueling the fire burning within him. He was sure that if she hadn't stopped he would have thrown her back against the wall and hiked up that ridiculously short dress to fuck her like he'd mentioned in her apartment.

Roman shook his head and ran a hand through his hair while an internal battle raged. Roman ran trains on women but never in his club. He'd ruthlessly tie them up and make them beg for his cock denying them the pleasure they craved until they were at his delirious with want. Relished in their cries as he withheld orgasms but none of that ever happened in his club. He was a stickler about that self-imposed rule, but he had to be. He prided himself on being in control, but this woman was testing his limits.

There were several seconds of silence where Roman warred with his impulsive nature and his discipline, and it was a close call. Her hands traveled up his chest and she kissed him once more, causing his self-restraint to falter slightly. He took over the kiss with ferocity and let out a low growl as her hands tugged at his belt -- he hated what he was about to do.

"Kitten," he snarled as he seized both her hands in his, pressing his erection against her. "Nothing would make me happier than to fuck you into oblivion against this wall while I make the whole club listen to your screams, as I wring orgasm after orgasm from your body till you can't stand." He punctuated the word orgasm each time with a not-so-subtle thrust of his hips. "But you'll take what I give you, and you'll like it."

She huffed out an irritated and borderline angry breath, nodding, and she stopped trying to touch him altogether. She didn't bother trying to change his mind, even though she was certain she could talk her way into a rough and hard quickie against the wall, despite the fact that Roman had said he wasn't a quickie type of man. All men had a breaking point and Belladonna was sure she could find it. But while her mind was racing to find the combination of words, tone, and gestures to get her what she wanted, the thought evaporated from her in an instant when he dropped down to his knees.

"Be a good girl and behave." He demanded, his eyes dark with dominance, slipping his gloves back on.

Her dress was still bunched up to her hips and he tugged it back down smoothing the fabric over her legs, her breath hitched in her chest when she felt his hands slip under the fabric, digging into her skin, his thumbs hooked into the side of her panties and pulled them down forcefully, placing a kiss on her thigh as he went.

He seemed to know what she was thinking and he shook his head at her in the same way an admonishing teacher might if they knew an unruly student was about to mouth off. With a cruel smirk, he slid her panties down her legs while never breaking eye contact.

When he tapped her foot, she stepped out of the garment and he slipped on each of her heels drawing his hands up her calves before he rose back up.

He stood up slowly, his fist tightly gripping her delicate black panties. A wild look came over his face and he inhaled deeply before snatching them back up and stuffing them into his jacket pocket.

"I'll have Mercer take you home," he purred, licking his lips, his gloved hand brushing against her cheek before giving her a final rough kiss. "Keep those legs crossed, kitten."