Theodora
Our lips pulled apart with a smack, and he dragged my panties down my legs, removing the last remnant of armor I had against him. “What happened to finishing the game? You’re not even giving me a chance to set the rules.”
His fingers trailed against my inner thighs, spreading my legs as wide as they would go while he licked a path down the column of my throat. “That’s where you’re wrong. You’ve already won.”
I felt his thumbs at the juncture of my thighs and pussy. He stroked teasingly as his dark head made its descent down my body. “In the end, Theodora, we both win at this game, so stop trying to be so stubborn.” His thumbs moved in pressing against my center opening me up. His head was between my legs as he studied me in fascination. “Your pussy is glistening, it’s so wet. It knows. It knows my touch, and I will gladly give it what it needs. What you need. What I fucking need,” he whispered the last words harshly and licked a path from my center to the top of my clit.
I clenched my thighs against his broad shoulders. “Ohhhh.”
He smirked as he licked his lips. “You taste better than any fucking thing in the world. Now I’m going to gorge myself on you.” He pressed a thumb inside me, and my nails dug into the felt table. “God help you if you’re not ready for me because I’m not fucking stopping this time.” With that, he dove into me, shoving his tongue in my core along with his thumb.
I writhed under him as he moved inside of me ruthlessly. “Your body will only know and crave me.” Roman’s teeth scraped my clit, adding more sensations while he fucked me with his mouth.
“Oh God. It’s too much.” My orgasm was building up and every sensitive part of skin he touched was quivering with this tortuous pleasure.
“It will never be enough.” He groaned against me. “I will devour you until you beg.” He replaced his tongue with two fingers going even deeper and his mouth covered my nub. “You’re so fucking aroused. I can smell it too. It smells like…victory.” His fingers drove into me furiously, and my body started to rise and swell, knowing I was about to burst into tiny particles. He stretched me even more with a third finger as he flicked my clit under his tongue. “Come, Theodora. Scream my fucking name.”
I rolled my hips into him and the muscles in my thighs tightened to the point it was painful; I was at my breaking point. “Rooommmaaann!” I cried out as I crested and let go—clenching and jerking against one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever experienced in my life. I watched with half-closed eyes and curled my nails into his shoulders as he continued strumming relentlessly, making certain I rode this wave all the way through.
He licked and lapped up my pussy. Removing his fingers, he lifted his head and leisurely drew them between his lips savoring my taste. His eyes held both passion and triumph. He wasn’t lying when he said he was going to win the war of wills between us.
Somehow, I should’ve been more cautious of him, but he leaned over me and his mouth claimed mine. “I love to see you come apart. Break you into a thousand pieces,” he growled against my lips and drove his tongue deep in my mouth. I clumsily struggled to keep up, still drained from the consuming pleasure he’d drawn out of me. He was the torrential storm that destroyed everything in his path. The lie I couldn’t sustain. The truth I tried to hide.
My palms clung to his chest, and his heart strum furiously as he took one of my hands and brought it down between us, over his erection tented shamelessly in his athletic shorts. “Feel what you do to me.” He clenched his hand over mine and moved it up and down his length. “I need to be inside you.”
He lowered us back down on the table with his mouth on mine, and I could feel him pulling his shorts and underwear down. I felt the wetness at his tip. The desperation in his kiss. The tenseness in his body. The way his veins protruded in the arm flexed beside my head. I wanted him. I wanted him more than anything in the world.
“Well, this is nice and cozy,” a deep voiced pierced our bubble, and I scrambled beneath Roman who pressed closer to me, shielding me with his body. The voice was laced with derision and sounded very familiar. “Glad I’m financing a place where you can entertain your whores.” The derogatory words scraped against me painfully.
Roman shrugged and righted his shorts nonchalantly. However, his fist clenched beside me as he glared over my head with a coldness that would have made me shiver if I wasn’t flaming with embarrassment. “That’s a little hypocritical coming from you, father. By the way, I don’t recall giving you an invite.” An imperceptible sense of dread fell down my spine at his words. A slap to the face would’ve hurt less.
The older man scoffed humorlessly. “Believe me. My tastes run much finer than yours, son.”
“That’s right,” Roman responded coolly. “You only fucked your secretaries in your beloved office, while mother was wasting away at home in her bedroom.”
“Watch that mouth. You keep this up, and you’ll see exactly how high and mighty you are. Don’t ever forget I made you and I can unmake you with the snap of my fingers.” As the sound of footsteps grew closer, I helplessly peered over at his father and brother. I tucked my arms over my chest, hoping this moment would disappear. Hoping this was all a bad dream. Desperation fell over me. I had to get out of here.
“Big brother, you would’ve thought you’d learn by now,” Antoni added in a light voice.
Roman shifted, and I saw as he tilted his head, and his tan neck pulsed, ignoring his brother’s comment. “Why are you here?” He directed his attention to Mr. Martinez.
“You know why I’m here. I’m checking on your progress.”
“I’m making progress,” he said tightly.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Antoni step forward. “Wait. Is that our little Theodora? All grown up,” his brother mused. “I don’t blame you, man, for falling into temptation again. If you need my help, I’m here, bro.”
“Antoni,” Roman snarled. “Get the fuck out!”
“Enough,” Robert Martinez said in a calm command. “We need to talk. Get her dressed and send her on her way. I’ll be waiting in the kitchen.” He was still as arrogant and dismissive to people he considered beneath him as ever. Not that catching us together was a good look. Regardless, I was mortified and hurt. Not to mention, everything felt wrong. I felt like the idiot in the room.
Once I heard the door click shut. I glared at Roman, who still stared across the room with jaw clenched. His brows vee’d down in a scowl.
I struggled to sit up, but he didn’t budge. “Get off me.” I shoved at his chest.
He glanced down at me with his mask of indifference and didn’t move.
“Let me up.” I lashed out again with all my might and he finally let up, rising slowly. Scrambling off the table, I shouldered by him as I frantically picked up my discarded clothing.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Are you serious? You brought me here to humiliate me.”
“You didn’t seem too humiliated earlier.”
I yanked my panties on and shorts. My hands shook because I was so angry. “I don’t know what game you’re playing, Roman. You want to get me back for something you supposedly think I did to hurt you deliberately.” I bent down retrieving my bra off the floor shoving my arms through the straps.