The White Lily

Chapter 10 **WARNING*

**WARNING NSFW BLOOD GORE**

I had avoided talking or even seeing Roman for the rest of the day. That night, my thoughts kept going back to the kiss we shared, how he made me feel. I had never felt like that with anyone that I was willingly with, or even with my victims.

I grabbed the necklace from the club and set it on the table. I smiled. I didn't see him wearing the comm diamond studs, but a girl could wish.

I lay on my bed and took a deep breath. Why was I so nervous? Was I anxious that he would hear me and walk in? Was I afraid of the things he would do to me if he found out what I was about to do?

I slipped a hand down the pants he loaned me. I was throbbing. All I wanted was him, he consumed my thoughts tonight and it made me beyond mad.

I remembered the way his gun felt on my forehead and I softly moaned. "Roman," I moaned into the quilt. I touched my breast and imagined it was his hand. This continued for a few minutes before there was a knock on my door.

I froze. Shit, was I too loud? I got up, slipping my hand out of my pants. I walked over to the door, opening it slowly. "Sorry," I mumbled, not checking who it was, assuming it was his mother or someone else.

A large hand was on my throat, pushing me back into the room and pressing me against a wall. He shut the door without his gaze leaving mine and I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my lips. Roman.

His hand tightened around my neck and I almost snapped. I wanted him to break me. I wanted to know what his pain felt like. "You little succubus," he growled in my ear, his other hand on my waist.

I smiled and opened my mouth, my tongue coming out, as if inviting him in. His breath hitched and he swallowed hard. "You are a temptress," he groaned. His hand slowly went up my waist to go under my shirt, cupping one of my breasts.

I moaned at his touch. It felt like fire on my skin. I wanted him to touch me with his gun to my head. I wanted to feel the thrill. "Your gun," I moaned.

Roman moaned and it was sweet music in my ears. "For fucks sake, succubus. You are insane." He nipped my ear. "I fucking love it."

I smiled against his neck. "You are a nasty little sobaka."

His hand left my body and he hefted me up, my legs going around his waist. "I want things I can't have," he said, pushing me against the wall, his hands under my ass, still feeling me up.

"I want everything. I can have anything."

He sucked in air through his teeth. "What do you want right now?"

I looked into his eyes, a silent question in them. "You."

He growled and threw me on the bed, climbing on top of me, his knee between my legs. "Who am I to deny that want?"

I smiled as he slowly pulled my pants down, realizing I wasn't wearing any underwear. To be fair, I didn't have any to wear anyway. He moved down my body and groaned into my pussy. "You smell beautiful." He kissed my pussy and moaned again. "Fuck, Winter. I don't think I can hold myself back."

"Then don't," I moaned breathlessly. My fingers wound themselves into his hair and pulled him into me.

He nipped my bud and proceeded to feast on me. I had never felt this way before, the pleasure and pain, the perfect mix I had been searching for. I wanted to give him something in return but I knew...he would never allow me.

Without breaking his feast, he pulled his gun out from his pant's band and placed it on my stomach. My organs flipped as I moaned. I covered my mouth. I didn't want him to know how much he was affecting me.