ILLICIT DESIRES | 18 +

Chapter 49

ROMAN

Busted.

Getting caught red-handed, I immediately let go of him. I don't like scaring her, which I have done enough today with my outburst in the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" she asks me hesitantly as her lawyer coughs — spouting his last bit of defiance — filling his lungs with oxygen. His face still drained in red, his eyes looking at me as if he had just died.

"Nothing, your attorney came to get his payment for his lost case, and I told him I'd pay him his money soon," I smile, looking at her lawyer who was still coughing. "Right?"

"Yes, I decided to pay you a visit to remind you about my payment, but Mr. Esposito and I already sorted the matter out among us," he says, getting up from his seat.

"We were done anyway, and I was about to leave. Thank you for your time again, Mr. Esposito, I wish you a great day." He chuckles nervously, his posture unhinged by me.

He turns to her. "Ms. Rita, I wish you all well," he mutters, then walks past her and leaves my office — running from me, running from my deadly hands.

"Why are you here, little flower?" I ask her after he leaves. 

She looks at me with pleading eyes before saying, "Don't hurt him, Roman. He helped me to save you."

"I know he helped you save me, little flower," I tell her with a sigh, trying to bottle up my anger. "Don't worry, I wasn't going to kill your lawyer."

"It didn't look like that, you were choking him, why were you choke him?" she asks me with a frown, walking closer to me. 

Hell, she is beautiful.

"He called you Mrs. Volkov, and it's easier to blame others for my fucking mistakes than taking the blame," I reason, showing full integrity, as I don't want even subtle secrets between us.

"I am Mrs. Volkov." She reminisces. "And you should be grateful. This name gave you all the power. Besides my maiden name."

"I know." Still, I abhor to be reminded of her last name — especially by her. "But call me a bastard. Call me greedy. It's not sufficient. I desire you. I desire to call you mine. Mrs. Esposito."

My confession leaves her gaping for a fleeting second before she gathers her composure, shaking her head, muttering with her eyes cast down, "You won't get me back by taking your anger out on others — first the poor maid, and now the lawyer."

"Then tell me what I have to do. I want to fix this mess. I want to fix us. And I want to destroy these... hands that left you at my enemies' mercy," I grit out, madly, feeling like I'm at a dead end without her.

"I want to break my hands every time you flinch when I touch you!" Getting up from my seat, I look at my hands. "I want to break those hands."

And I start breaking the hands that hurt her. I clench my fists before hitting the table countless times. My hands get bloody and the table starts to crack, but I don't care — those hands must be punished for hurting her. She begs me to stop, but I keep going until she kisses me.

I sigh, stopping my self-inflicted punishment and kissing her back. I missed her lips. I missed everything about her. Being greedy, I want to taste her more, but she pulls back, and I let her. I don't want to force her.

Her eyes glisten with tears. "Stop... please... please stop hurting yourself, I can't bear this violence anymore... don't force me to trust you... I need time..."

"You can trust me. I won't doubt any fact you tell me. If you tell me you will grow a dick, I'll believe you this time, and I'll still love you," I tell her, reminiscing how she told me about her growing dick when we first met, as she was drunk.