The White Lily

Chapter 13 **WARNING**

**WARNING NSFW BLOOD GORE**

Roman drove me back to base, the entire car ride making fun of the various officials from the ball.

He pulled in, parking his sports car in the base garage. He opened my door for me, holding out his hand for me to take.

I took his hand and he helped me out of the car. I brushed down my dress and smiled at him. I found it hard to believe that someone melted my cold heart. Him, of all people.

He held my hand as we walked through the base. I let him lead me.

He led me to a room, opening the door for me and closing it behind us.

I looked around us, realizing it was a small office. The Hungarian flag hung behind a desk, little personal mementos littered on the desk. Photos of Roman, at various stages of his life, hung on the walls. A large portrait of his mother and father hung to my left. I realized it was his office.

I turned to look at him, leaning against his desk. "I had no idea you had an office, sobaka."

He chuckled and walked up to stand in front of me, putting his hands on the desk on either side of me."You never asked."

"To be fair, I didn't care to ask. I hated you when we first met."

"I hated you too. But past tense, printsessa?"

I blushed and looked away. "I--"

He hooked his finger under my chin and pulled my face to his. "Don't play games, Succubus."

I couldn't handle it anymore.

I grabbed his collar and pulled him to me, kissing him deeply.

He stood there, his body still, kissing me softly. "Winter," he said softly.

"I want things I don't deserve to have," I said, quietly, leaning into him, enjoying his warmth. I looked into his beautiful gray eyes. "I want you."

I saw the moment his self control snapped. He flipped me around, pushing papers off his desk and bending me over, kicking my feet to either side with his own. I was so turned on I couldn't speak. He pulled me up, my back flushed with his chest, and ran his hand up from my stomach to my throat, wrapping his hand tightly around my neck. "Say it again," he growled.

"I want you."

His hands trailed down my waist, slowly pushing my dress to the side, my bare ass exposed. "Again."

"I want you."

He smacked my ass, gripping it hard. "Should've started with that instead of we started when we met."

I laughed and he leaned down to bite my ass. "I think we had different priorities when we met. I wanted to kill you."

He stood up and I heard the sound of his belt being undone. It fell to the floor and he began removing his pants. I felt cold metal against the back of my head and a click. His gun. "Roman," I moaned.

He pounded me hard against the desk, his gun against my head. "Moan louder, love. I want the world to know what I'm doing to you. How only I make you feel."

He felt so good, with his gun against my head, making his desk rock, the computer fighting to stay upright. "Scream my name, Winter. Let everyone know who does this to do."

He pounded me so much harder and I had no choice but to scream his name in pleasure. I wanted more.

"Come with me," he whispered in my ear as my legs shook. My release was pure pleasure, rocking through my body in tremors. He finished inside me, shuddering through his own release. He held me for a while, setting his gun down on the desk next to me, grabbing some article of clothing off the back of his desk chair to clean me up. He let my dress fall back into place and grinned up at me.