“Enough.” Xander stands, oozing power and control. Clearly he had enough of the bullshit taking place in front of him. “Roman go calm the fuck down. Hero, sit down and shut the fuck up.” Hero eyes Roman one last time before listening to Xander and taking his seat.
Roman grits his teeth, slamming his fists onto the table once more before walking out of the room. I start to move toward him, when Ivan’s hand clamps down on my shoulder halting my movements.
“Maybe let him be alone for a while? He’s kind of out of control. I don’t think he would hurt you, but he hasn’t been himself lately.” Red hot rage surges through my veins, and pulses in my ears. How could he be so rude? This was his fault…I shrug his hand off my shoulder.
“Your brother’s not abusive Ivan. I know abuse. I lived it, breathed it, and watched it happen every single day of my life. Yes, he scared the hell out of me, but he’s never hit me or physically hurt me in any other way. He made a bad choice. There’s a difference, and I won’t let you make him think so badly of himself over it.”
Ivan doesn’t say anything, and even if he did I wouldn’t stand around and listen. My body is already moving, my feet running across the floor. I don’t care what anyone in that room thinks of him. The only thing that matters to me is him. I’ve seen him in his weakest, darkest moments. Even when he was high on those pills he was still worried about me, he still wanted me and cared for me. I run up the huge staircase and down the long hallway until I reach the door to our room. It’s partly ajar, and nervous anxiety washes over me as I push it open the rest of the way and walk inside. I don’t know what state I’ll find Roman in, but I know whatever it is, it’s one he’ll need me to get through.
All I hear are Roman’s heavy breaths and I shut the door, letting it click closed behind me.
“You shouldn’t be in here right now. I’m not myself, and I don’t want to risk hurting you or doing something else.” I can hear the disgust in his voice. He hates himself for what he did that night and that’s what makes it so easy to forgive him. He isn’t like my father, he doesn’t enjoy hurting me, in fact I can see how it’s killing him right now, remembering what he’s done, it’s ripping him apart inside.
“You won’t hurt me. I’m not dumb. I trust you...I love you.” I walk over to the bed. He has his back to me, his head hanging low, his body still vibrating with anger. He whirls around on me, his hands gripping onto my upper arms. Even when he is trying to scare me, to push me away he is gentle.
Sadness swirls in his dark green eyes. “I don’t deserve you Sophie. That asshole is right. I fucking hurt you. I’m no better than your piece of shit dad. I’m no better than the man beating his wife or girlfriend.” He shakes his head, pain and fear flickering in his eyes.
“Shut up. You aren’t like my father and you know it. You saved me Roman. You took me in, instead of selling me, which already puts you above my father by a damn mile.”
Roman isn’t listening though, he doesn’t want to hear all the good things I have to say about him. Within seconds he releases me as if I’m fire in his hands. “Stop making excuses for me. I chose pills over you, over your fucking safety. I chose to ride a high instead of protecting you, and I let the biggest monster of all get his hands on you…me.”
I’m done. Done listening to him hurt himself. Done listening to him talk down about himself. I’m done having my heart break for a man that has done nothing but save me from all the evil in the world.
“You scared me to death that day. I was terrified, worried you would hurt me, break what we had, but even through it all I was more scared of what it would do to you. I knew acting the way you did would tear you apart…” I take a step closer, forcing myself into his space. “And I know that if you were like my father it wouldn’t have bothered you at all. You wouldn’t have went through detox and you wouldn’t be here right now in front of me, trying to push me away”
My words cause Roman’s gaze to lift to mine, and as I look at him I know he’s my perfectly broken angel. The man to piece all my broken pieces back together again, ensuring I’m whole again. He exhales a ragged breath, and then he’s on me, pressing his lips firmly against mine as if the air in my lungs will fill his.
I can’t stop my body from reacting to his touch, my fingers weave into his hair, pulling at the brown strands. I kiss him with every single ounce of love inside me. Love for him, love for us, for a future that I’m determined to have with him. His hands cup my cheeks, the intensity of the kiss changes and in seconds he’s fall back against the bed, pulling me down with him. I don’t care about anyone or anything else in that moment. There is nothing but Roman and I in this universe.
I pull away peeling my clothes off, tossing them to the floor, and Roman does the same, his eyes bleeding into mine as I crawl over top of him to straddle him. His cock is impossibly hard, standing at attention for me, and I’ve never wanted him so badly in my life.
“I don’t deserve you…” He murmurs against my lips as his cock slides between my slippery folds. I’m already turned on, hell who am I kidding? When it comes to Roman, I’m always turned on.
Always.
“Yes, you do,” I hiss, bringing his cock to my entrance. I lift my hips and then move down slowly over his length my tightness swallowing every glorious inch of his cock. I feel nothing but him...and the love he has for me. He places his huge hands on my hips to hold me in place while looking up at me through hooded eyes.
“I love you so much it fucking hurts, Sophie. Do you feel how much I love you?” Pistoning his hips upward, he sends me up and down on his cock, causing the air to leave my lungs. I press my hands against his firm chest, feeling the feverish beat of his heart beneath my palms.
His skin is so warm, the smell of soap, and sandalwood washes over me, and the way he holds me to his body with his cock secured deep inside me is enough to make me weep. This man is everything, and I’ll be damned if I don’t prove it to him one way or another.
“You make me whole...you make me feel love when I never thought I would. You keep me safe, you worship my body like it was made for you and I won’t let you go. No matter what you do, no matter who you kill, no matter what choices you make, I will not walk away from you Roman,” I whisper breathlessly against his lips. Keeping my eyes on his, I move up and down his length slowly, so slowly that it almost kills me. It feels like our hearts our fusing together, the connection between us tightening, and our bodies tethering, becoming one. Roman’s eyes are bright, and they never waver from mine, not even as I start to bounce up and down on his length needing more. My nails pierce his flesh and he hisses through his gritted teeth as he lets me control the rhythm.
“Damn, Sophie,” he rasps. “Fuck my cock baby…ride it…” His hands grip onto my hips with bruising force as he starts to move me, forcing me to take him deeper, and harder.
“Right there baby, yes, fuck…”
I bite my bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed stifling the deep moan of pleasure that threatens to rip from my throat. The sound of my skin slapping against his fills the room followed by our deep pants and moans. I never want the moment to end...never.