The Perfect Stroke (Lucas Brothers #1)(144)

“Is this what you want, Ana? Did you come here like a dog in heat needing my cock?” he growls, his words wounding me while at the same time sending my desire up another notch. There’s nothing I can say to him that will reach him. I understand that now. So be it. If this is the end of whatever we were to each other, there’s nothing I can do. So I give him the only words he wants from me.

“Fuck me, Roman,” I tell him.

He doesn’t answer, not with words. He growls out at me. His voice raw and untamed like a wounded animal and I can hear what he thinks I don’t. I hear the hurt and anger mixed in it. It’s not my imagination; it permeates the air around us. I did that. I betrayed Roman. I swallow down the wave of sadness inside of me and concentrate on the here and now. He thrusts me down on his cock, slamming into me with so much force that it feels like he might tear me apart. Fear hits me for a moment. I want him, but I can’t let him… I grab his hand from my hip and pull it up my side and to my breast. I knead my breast with it while rotating my hips and grinding my * against his dick. Soon, his other hand joins in and he’s holding both of my breasts while I ride him. I’m tightening the muscles of my * against his shaft, moving up and down on him and riding him in a way I know will bring him the most pleasure—in the way he taught me to ride him.

“You feel so good, Roman. I love the way you fill me, so big and wide I can taste you when you’re inside of me.”

“Shut up, Ana,” he growls, his hands punishing my breasts in a way I know will leave bruises.

“I need you, Roman. I’ve been so lost without you,” I tell him, my head going back against his shoulder as my body rides him faster, twisting my hips to the side so he rakes against the soft walls of my *. He’s so warm and hot, filling me so tightly that I swear I can feel the ridges of his dick inside me, scraping every nerve ending I have.

“You just needed f*cking. Any dick would do, Ana. It’s just sex.”

“I’ll never have anyone but you inside of me, Roman,” I answer him honestly. “Oh, God, baby. I’m going to come.”

“Goddamn you, Ana,” he groans, but I can feel the way his muscles tighten. He’s getting ready to come too.

“Please, Roman, give me your cum. Unload it all in me. Give me enough to keep me warm even after you send me away,” I cry beyond the point where I can feel shame. Giving him honesty is so much easier when I don’t have to see him and can just let go and stare straight ahead, losing myself in the sensations he’s drawing from my body.

“Fuck,” he moans from behind me, his hands leaving my breasts to slide down my sides to my hips. One goes even further, not stopping until his fingers find my clit. He manipulates it and I cry out his name on a low, whining moan as my climax thunders through my body. I can feel myself coming all over his shaft as spasm after spasm shakes me to my core. My hands are biting into the arms of the chair as I lose myself. I hear Roman’s roar a moment later and then feel the first hot splash of cum inside of me, followed by another and another. I continue riding him through his own orgasm, unable to do anything but feel.

“I love you, Roman. I love you,” I whisper. “I’ll always love you.”





She’s destroyed me. I thought she had before, but I had no idea. As I’m left sitting here with Ana resting against my chest and the final aftershocks of my orgasm finishing, I know now. She’s destroyed me. The cries of her telling me she loved me are still echoing in my ears. What the f*ck am I supposed to do with that? I give myself a couple moments before I pull her off of me. I can’t breathe. I need to distance myself from this. From her. She stands, almost falling. I stand up, zipping up my pants and needing to get away. Needing to get away from her body… Fuck, I’m choking on the scent of her.

“Roman?”

I can’t look back at her. I can’t. “I can’t do this, Ana. I’m not giving you an opportunity to betray me again. I’m not a man who does love. That doesn’t exist. The only instinct that matters is survival,” I tell her when I reach the door, my back to her.

“Let me in, Roman. I promise you I’ll make sure you never regret it. Please, don’t shut me out.”

My hand trembles with the need to give in. She’ll never know how much I want to do exactly that.

“Goodbye, Ana.”

“Goodbye, Roman,” she says, her voice hoarse with tears. I hear them and I feel like a bastard for being the cause of them. I am a bastard. I’m pushing her out of my life. When I found out about her betrayal, something inside of me broke. I’ve always managed to be detached in life. Ana stopped that. Her betrayal nearly brought me to my knees and that is unacceptable. No one will have that control over me again. No matter how much I may wish it was different.

I walk out of the room and keep going. Allen stops me at the door, I know he’s worried about his sister, but I can’t talk to him. Right now, I don’t think I can talk to anyone. If I did, the only words I’d want to say would be begging Ana not to leave.

“Take your sister home, Allen. Make sure she doesn’t come back,” I growl, opening the door. When the night air hits me, it does nothing to drive away Ana’s scent. I have a feeling nothing ever will.

It’s over.