Loving Becky

Chapter Sixteen: A Wolf in Sheep Clothing

     Something about the sound of chaos is just so sweet to me. Walking through the halls, watching them run and scream for mercy makes me feel accomplished. The same cops that tried to ruin me that night, are all the same ones that will die in my story. Mikeal opens the cell for me. "Hey, little one." She looks like a damsel in distress, cuddling against the corner of the wall. Her body is shaking and tears are falling from her eyes. "I got this one. You just make sure the bombs go off in time." Mikeal leaves us alone, clearing out the halls while he's at it.

"Ray'becca, I'm disappointed in you." I get down to eye level with her. "They made me do it. I swear." That excuse would never hold up. Even if I hadn't watched her witness statement, I wouldn't believe her. "They made you leave without saying goodbye too?" Her head drops in her hands. Just like the rest of them, she starts apologizing and begging for forgiveness.

My eyes fall on the gun in my hand. I want to kill her. But there's still that part of me that hopes we can get past this. "You broke my heart. I wanted us to build a fucking empire together. Leave it for Mikeal then live like the couples in romance novels. I wanted you to be the one for me so damn bad."

"I was too blinded, that I couldn't even see this coming." She finally looks at me. It hurts to see that it's in pity. "Roman, we have to go?" Francis yells from the doorway. The sound of shots going off makes her jump. 

"Back to the basement, princess." I grab her by her hair and drag her out. Bec screams and tries to fight me off, but my grip is too strong. Soon she realizes she'll get dragged the whole way if she didn't stand. "Good girl." I praise her once she starts to walk with me. I throw her in the SUV first when we make it. "Give us ten minutes before you blow it," I tell Mikeal. Within seconds, everyone is inside. And exactly as I asked, within ten minutes the police station explodes. 

"I hope Granite was in there," I announce. "I made sure she was," Francis replies, that shit made me smile. "Good work guys." I grab the rag from the duffle bag beneath the seat along with a bottle of chloroform. 

"Roman, please don't. I would rather you just tie me up and blindfold me or something." She pushed her body against the door. "We're way past that, baby." I put the rag against her mouth, holding her still as she squirms in my arms. "I need a fucking drink," I mumble.

        It was the breeze brushing across my skin that woke me up. My head starts pounding at the brim of my consciousness. My lips and mouth are dry. Upon shifting I can feel how sore my body is from the hard surface. I try to wipe my eyes but the recoil of my arms reminds me of where I am. "Oh god. No, no, no." I start to panic and free myself but I can't even reach my other arm. "Roman!" I scream. My throat is so dry that it comes out hoarse. 

"Roman, please?" I don't even know why I bother. He can't even hear me. And if he could I know he's not listening. "Fuck me." I hiss. I deserve this. After breaking his trust like that, I'm just thankful that he didn't kill me. 

I can't help but think about what he said to me in that jail cell. Doing that to him wasn't easy. I only did it because I knew it would be enough motivation for him to finally kill Granite. He even exceeded those expectations by destroying the only solid evidence they even had against him.

I smile at the thought. Even if he hates me for the rest of our lives, or if he decides to kill me, I'll die knowing I helped him take our enemy down.

My head turns at the sound of the door opening. "You were out for a while." Even confined in his basement I still felt everything I always have in his presence.  Roman has a blanket over his shoulder and a tray of food and water in his hand. He sets the tray down before unlocking my wrist. He then drops the blanket on my lap. Desperately I pull it over my body, shivering slightly. It's so cold that I can see my breath. 

To my surprise, Roman sits beside me. "I thought about what I wanted to do with you." He grabs the water bottle from the tray and opens it. "Eventually I settled on giving you another chance. Amid my anger, I couldn't see that you helped in some way."

He brings it up to my lips to slowly pour some into my mouth. "But, if you ever pull some shit like that again, I will kill you next time." He assures me. I don't reply, instead, I lay my head on his shoulder and he wraps his arm around me. 

"Eat for me, then I'll draw you a bath and you can sleep with me tonight. Okay?" I nod to him. I scoot closer to his warmth. Feeling him hold me tighter made my eyes water. "I love you." My lips moved before I could think about it. 

"I love you too, Bec."

         The night went better than I expected. After I ate, Roman bathed me. It was the most relaxing thing ever.  I had never felt so loved by him until then. I couldn't fathom the way he washed my hair and dried me off. Especially after what I had done.

My head falls to the side and my eyes close. His soft hands press firmly into my shoulders. He rubs out every kink I had from sleeping on the floor. "You're too good to me," I mumble. I pull my robe past my shoulders, just high enough to cover my bare chest. 

"I know." He places a kiss on my shoulders before he moves off the bed. Roman kneels in front of me. "I missed you," I tell him. My eyes fixate on him as he grabs my ankle. I let out a breath when he begins massaging my feet. 

I was the one who nearly ruined everything he built, yet he's catering to me. He kisses my ankle, then my knee. My hands grip the mattress and my heart starts racing as I watch him slide closer. The tightness in my chest falls between my legs when his lips make their way up my thigh.

"Are you okay?" He laughs. "You're breathing hard." He pulls my leg over his shoulder and kisses my inner thigh. "I'm okay. You're just turning me on." I admit. His hand slides up my other thigh to my lower stomach where he pushes me back. "You want me to taste you?" He pulls my hips to the edge and before I know it both of my legs are over his shoulders. 

Seeing his head between my legs made me wet. Knowing that he'll do a good job made me even wetter. "Please?" I squirm when he places wet kisses just inches near my heat. "You can do better than that. Beg." I whine at that. "Roman, can you please do something? I need you right now." He smiles in satisfaction. 

"Of course, princess." I suck in a breath t the wetness of his tongue against my clit, "Oh god." I fist the sheets in my hands. At this point it was obvious. Neither of us can deny the burning passion we have for each other. The same passion that made me turn to Granite was the same one that lead him between my legs. Just that alone was enough. It's all we need to make our love last.

I run my fingers through his hair. Hearing him moan at the way I ground my hips into his mouth made my pearl pulse. "Roman." I whimper. My climax is right there but I don't want to cum yet. My head falls back in awe when his fingers push into me. They curl to hit my spot and his tongue caresses my clit as he sucks me right up.

"You taste so good, princess." His fingers never leave my entrance as he stands over me. "Then why'd you stop." I smile up at him. "I couldn't breathe." I laugh at his tone and pull him in by his shirt. Our lips connect in a slow rhythm. His fingers slow down to match it. I could only imagine how his erection would feel in me instead. Penetrating me in slow deep strokes, maybe he would rub my clit with his thumb to make me feel it even more.

I moan at the thought of that, throwing my head back and grinding rapidly into his hand. "I wish you would fuck me." He smacks my breast making me hiss. "Not tonight." Roman then takes one in his palm to knead it gently. "For now, just cum on my fingers, like my good little slut." I can feel him watching me. The intensity of his gaze makes my skin hot. 

My eyes shut tighter and my legs close around his hand when the brink of my climax hits. "There you go baby." He didn't let me stop him. Instead Roman fingered me until I was too sensitive for him to keep going. Wetness pooled between my legs and even dripped down my but.

"Fuck." I huff as I fall back. "I'm glad I waited to do that." Hes say before sucking me off his fingers. I watch as his hand brushes over his hard on while he stares at the mess between my legs. I'm almost too tired to ask him if I can at least feel the tip. "Can I see?" I smile in question. 

"Take your horny ass to bed." He slaps the side of my butt, making me laugh. "Fine."