Worse for Better- Book #1 in the WF Series

Chapter 52: Action Movie

♡ Alaiya's POV: ♡

Roman's lips swoop me upwards and I gasp at his tongue entering and interlocking with mine, making my knees and entire body go fully weak and under his control. His arms pick me up at the speed of light and before I know it, his body falls on top of mine with his lips still intact on the couch.

His lips kiss me so softly while my legs are wrapped around his torso. The power of his mouth sucks on my tongue, making a throaty moan come out as I feel my body falling apart. He sucks on it one last time before pulling away and kissing me.

"Give me your hand," Roman requests me while we're on the couch.

I look at him with a confused and breathless look playing on my face, but let go of his hair and put my hand in his palm. He flips it around softly and moves it to my upper chest. His eyes glance up at me as I'm watching what he's doing anxiously, but the smirk shows that he has a plan.

His eyes go back to where my fingers are moved which is slowly down to my cleavage, and then right over my right breast. He then moves more downwards and I become more nervous as his hand leads me to the waist of my shorts, making me grow a little uneasy. He watches every second of my hand traveling downwards with lust, and the tension with the butterflies that are punching me so harshly almost make my body explode.

My hand goes underneath my shorts and then under my underwear, brushing over my front to the left and right ever so gently with the top of my fingernails.

I forgot how to breathe.

"I've never...." I shake my head just as a warning for him with my face full of humiliation. "Carson didn't let me," I admit to his face of confusion.

His hands stop on top of mine right as he hears that.

"He didn't let you touch yourself?" he clarifies with anger in his throat.

"He said it was kind of like cheating on him." I shrug, making his eyes widen a little.

I didn't even know how to do it when he told me not to so I never had any experience before either.

"You're not doing or following any of the shit he told you to do with me," he says promisingly.

I give a small thankful smile and nod at him. His eyes return to my hand, and right as I feel him making promises to me, the next statement just slips out because my honesty obviously doesn't have its limits.

"I know about you and Sabrina," I blurt out.

What is seriously wrong with me?

"Who?" he questions with an eyebrow raised and taken back by the change of the subject. His hand also stops.

"You don't have to pretend you don't know. We weren't together." I shrug, but his expression doesn't change.

"Who the fuck is Sarah?" he asks still confused and even gets the name wrong.

Is he serious?
He doesn't have to lie this much.

"Sabrina," I correct a little annoyed.

He shakes his head no, giving me a face that says go on

"Coach's daughter." Right as those words roll off my tongue, his face goes from an 'Oh' to an 'I'm offended' face.

"You think I fucked that leach!" he exclaims.

Leach?

She doesn't look like a leach. She looks like a freaking model who every guy would want and every girl wants to be, but not a leach. Why would he say that about her?