Tormented: A Bully Romance Anthology Page 7

  My hands settle on her waist, resting not restraining. She tilts her head slightly and a tiny frown mars her lips.

  “You’re not full of hate. I don’t feel like you want to break me. Not like the others. Why do I feel safe with you when you’re the enemy? Why do you see me, Roman?”

  Her words are whispered against my lips, hot and honest and raw, and I’m struck so deeply that I reply before I can think.

  “Because I’ve been in love with you since freshman year.”

  Fuck. Fuck.

  I freeze, barely daring to breathe.

  Her eyes flare wide and she stares at me for several long breaths. Her lips part and I feel the wash of air over mine and it’s enough to make any man insane. So close to the person I want most, but with a world of pain and hatred between us.

  “No one’s ever said that to me before,” she whispers with a watery smile.

  Swear to god my heart explodes out of my chest at what I see reflected in her eyes, and I tangle my fingers with hers because I have to touch her or I’ll die.

  “I'm sure you've heard the rumors about freshman year.”

  Her gaze drops and my blood heats. I hate the idea that other guys have gotten to be with her, but I’m no saint. I know that it’s ludicrous to have different expectations for guys and girls.

  “You don't have to tell me. It’s not important now.”

  My pulse is pounding in my ears when she lifts her stare.

  “None of the rumors are true. Freshman year, a few of Jay’s friends suddenly started to pay attention to me. I’d never had a boyfriend before and it was...overwhelming. There was one that I’d always had a crush on. He was quieter than the others. Nicer? I guess I was...lonely. No one ever cared enough to see me and he made me feel special. He brought me flowers one night and we had sex. He said all the right words. I thought maybe I loved him?”

  Tears fill her eyes and the back of my throat tightens.

  “He took pictures. It was a game to him. There was a bet, I found that out later.” Her voice cracks and I try not to fist my hands. “Jay made a bet with his friends. Whoever I gave my virginity to, they got a case of beer.”

  A growl rips from my throat and my fingers tighten on her hips. The next time Luc goes after her brother I'm going to be right there, pounding my fist into his fucking face. Jules is his sister for christ’s sake. I gulp air into my lungs to try and settle the rage that is making my body shake.

  “Jules.” I reach out and cup her face. I know she can feel the way my hand’s trembles, but I need to touch her. Fuck how can she trust that anyone is telling her the truth now? “Nothing has to happen tonight, okay. Being here with you like this, fuck, it’s more than I ever hoped for.”

  I feel her warm breath against my wrist when she exhales, then my heart leaps out of my fucking chest when she tilts her head and kisses the palm of my hand.

  “It’s everything I’ve hoped for. For one night, Roman, I want to feel normal. I want to pretend that I’m a girl and you’re a boy and there’s nothing between us except for skin. I want to remember this as my first time, with you, because...”

  Her voice breaks and I give in to the urge and wrap my arms around her, pulling her against my chest. I know what she needs to hear and I’d give this girl the fucking world on a silver platter if I could.

  “Because I love you?” I whisper against her lips.

  She melts into my arms and nods against my neck.

  I almost burst apart when her lips trail over my skin, just under my ear. My body is urging me to slide down my sweats, lift her up and drive into her until she screams my name, but I need this to be perfect.

  More than anything, I want to give her everything she needs.

  I want to give her all of me because I’ve never had sex with a girl I’ve loved before. It’s already a hundred times better and we haven't even kissed.

  This is going to change everything because I already know that I’m not giving Jules up. Not for anything or anyone. She is mine and I am hers.

  I have to fucking graduate to go to college and the next couple of months are going to be hell, but I can survive it, because…

  “Come to California with me.”

  Her eyes go wide. “What?”

  “Chase and I are moving to Cali the day after graduation. No one knows yet. We’re going to Claremont in the fall. I want you to come with us. Please.”

  “Roman…”

  “I’m getting out of this fucking town, away from these fucking small people, Jules. I hate what my father does, what he’s raised Luc to do. I refuse to continue a legacy of hate, especially against you. I’m done pretending to hate you.”

  I cup her jaw and run my thumb over her bottom lip.

  “I’m just done pretending at all, Jules.”

  Her eyes are wide as saucers as she stares at me, but I can see the tiniest glimmer of hope starting to build.

  “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you ever again, baby.”

  Slowly, so she can stop me of she wants, I lean forward until there is only a breath between our lips. There’s no doubt I want her. I’m hard enough to bust through a brick wall right now. My jeans are so fucking tight that every time I shift, my dick aches.

  But this is all up to her.

  I hope she knows I’m serious about everything. That I’m not feeding her bullshit to get into her pants like the last dick that was nice to her did. Before I leave town I’m going to fucking pulverize her brother.

  Her gaze searches mine and she must see what she’s looking for, because my name comes out as a whisper and then her lips are on mine. So soft, so damn perfect that if I died right this second, I’d go happy.

  Her fingers slide behind my neck and then tangle in the hair at the back of my neck and I groan, low and long.

  “Touch me,” she says against my lips.

  I pull back enough to rest my forehead against hers, panting against her mouth.

  “Are you sure?”

  Eyes so fucking blue stare back at me before she shifts and then I’m staring as she reaches down and grabs the hem of her sweatshirt. Air lodges in my throat and by the time she’s tossing the shirt away, I’ve forgotten how to breathe.

  As soon as she’s bare to me, her gaze drops and she clasps her hands against her thighs. I slide my hands up slowly, until my thumbs brush the underside of each breast. She leans into my touch and her breathing hitches when I brush across her pebbled nipples.

  I suck in a harsh breath when her hips move and her center presses down on my dick.

  “Fuck, baby.”

  The growl is lower than I expected and I hesitate, not wanting to scare her away. Instead her fingers graze my waist, nails dragging up and over my pecs to wrap back around my neck.

  Her lips are braver this time, and when she slips her tongue between mine, I groan low in my throat and palm her breasts harder, roll her nipples between my fingers.

  I swallow her gasp and deepen the kiss when she rolls her hips, making me swell even more. My sweats do nothing to hide how fucking hard I am now. Carefully, I wrap my arms around her and go up onto my knees so I can lay her back down under me. I hover between her legs, most of my weight resting on one arm next to her shoulder.

  She’s so fragile, so fucking breakable, yet she hasn’t yet. Which means she’s also strong. And I love her that much more for it.

  Her lips are swollen and parted and there is just enough light to see the flush covering her skin. I can’t believe I’m here with her and reach out to touch, just to assure myself that she’s real.

  “You are so fucking beautiful.”

  Her cheeks color even more and I can’t keep from pressing my lips onto each one before trailing back to her mouth.

  “Can I touch you?” I whisper against it.

  She nods and I reward with a nip to her bottom lip.

  “Tell me if you want to stop. Nothing happens that you don't want to, okay?”

  I wait for her yes, then slant
my lips and kiss her like I’ve been wanting to since freshman year. Like I almost did in the library last week.

  Like she’s mine.

  Chapter Seven

  Jules

  I’ve never been kissed like this before.

  Like I’m the air that Roman needs to live.

  Like I’m the most important person in his world.

  I’ve thought about this, in the darkest part of night safely tucked in my bed. Where reality couldn’t intrude on my fantasies. Being here with him is nothing like dreamed.

  His lips are softer, his tongue like hot velvet, and I love the way he takes charge. I don’t have a lot of experience, but I hope that he feels as good as he’s making me feel.

  I slide my hands up his arms, over his broad shoulders and down over his lats where I dig my nails into muscle. He groans against my mouth and deepens the kiss. A low pulsing ache begins between my legs, where he’s nestled tight. There’s no way I can miss the slow roll of his hips that press his hardness against where it feels best.

  His bare skin against mine is incredible and I can’t help running my fingers along the hard ridges and dips that make up his back. With a harsh exhale he pulls away from my lips, only to drop his head and take my nipple into his mouth.

  I arch up against the feeling, sensations overloading my brain. I had no idea I could feel these things. Not only physically but so much deeper. I dig my fingers into his hair and pull him closer.

  “Roman.” I don’t know if I’m asking or telling or just saying his namer because it feels good on my lips. Never in a million years did I think I’d be here, with him.

  “Fuck, Jules. You taste so good,” he murmurs against my skin. His lips sear a path down the center of my stomach and come to rest just over the waist of the sweats. He nestles between my legs, his elbows on the inside of my knees. “Is this okay?”

  I nod because words have left me. Seeing Roman Heartland between my legs makes me speechless. He hooks the sides of my pants and slowly slides them down my hips, revealing my pale flesh an inch at a time.

  My panties are with my wet clothes, so there’s nothing hiding me from him when he gets them to my knees.

  “Fucking hell, Jules. You have the prettiest pussy.” He leans forward and presses a kiss right over my clit and I jump at the contact. Somehow my fingers are still in his hair and I urge him to continue with pressure to the back of his head.

  No one’s ever done this to me before and I’m both scared and excited.

  His warm chuckle only makes the ache worse. His light feathery kisses aren’t helping either and when he turns his head and presses his lips to my hipbone, I grunt in frustration.

  Which makes him look up, a devious quirk to his mouth as he slides my sweats all the way off. Now there's nothing in the way and he nudges my legs wider so he can get close.

  “You smell like peaches,” he says against my inner thigh.

  “It’s your body wash,” I manage to say around the tightness gripping my throat. Every time he touches me I lose my breath for a second.

  “No baby, it’s all you.” He swipes his tongue through my folds and dips inside, then sucks my clit between his lips.

  “Oh god.” Sparkling sensations ignite and I drop my hand to fist the comforter.

  “Rome.” He nips and sends a shock of pleasure straight up my spine. “I want to hear you say my name, baby.”

  When he slides a finger inside me and laps slow circles around my clit, I arch up and close my eyes.

  “Rome,” I moan, rocking my hips to create more friction. Tension coils in my gut as I fight to reach the peak. “Please.”

  His groan rumbles against sensitive flesh and instinct has me spreading my legs wider. He adds a second finger and I clench around him as he strokes a spot that I never knew existed.

  “I’m...you’re going to make me...oh god Roman, please don’t stop.”

  “Never,” he murmurs, sucking my clit between his lips, scraping it lightly with his teeth. It’s too much. It’s just right.

  “Roman.”

  My hands dive into his hair and I hold him tightly against me as I arch my hips and come. A long guttural moan escapes my lips as I spasm helplessly around his fingers. I can’t catch my breath, can’t focus on anything but the way I feel. The way he makes me feel.

  His fingers ease out and he presses a kiss to my hip before pushing up to his knees. I’m riveted by the way he slowly pushes down his sweats. He’s not wearing anything under them.

  My gaze flies from his very hard cock to his face. A smirk tilts his lips up.

  “You like what you see?”

  Who the hell wouldn’t. He’s beautiful. Tanned skin stretched tight over lickable muscles. And I can’t forget the obvious and I don’t care if he sees me staring. When I don’t answer, he winks, then leans over me to get to the bedside table.

  “It’s all because of you. You make me so fucking hard,” he whispers in my ear, then sits back and rips open a condom with his teeth. As soon as he rolls it on, he drops back down to pull my nipple between his lips. It’s so unexpected that I arch up and feel his hot hard length nestled between my legs.

  “Is this okay?” he asks, rolling his hips in a way that makes his cock slide up and over my clit.

  “God yes.” A deep groan rumbles in my chest.

  “And this?” He notches the head against my opening and pushes just inside. I hold my breath, waiting for more, but he only gives shallow thrusts, spreading me open but not filling me like I want.

  “Roman.” I dig my heels into his ass and try to pull him all the way in but he’s so much stronger than me. He keeps up the teasing rhythm until I am almost mindless.

  His lips trail up my neck, latch onto skin just under my ear.

  “What do you want?” he whispers hotly.

  “You.”

  “Say my name, Jules. Tell me that you want me.”

  “You Rome, I want you.”

  He lifts his head, eyes locked with mine, and we are only inches apart when he finally slides all the way in. He is thick and stretches me in the best way. I may have only done this once, but there is no comparison. This isn’t just sex, this is love.

  His forehead presses against mine, our harsh breath mixing between us. We are completely wrapped around each other, his arms around me, my legs around him, as he moves in and out slowly.

  I lock my ankles at the small over his back and rock my hips.

  He stares down at me, his eyes the darkest pools of adoration and hunger.

  “Fuck, Jules” he groans, lowering his mouth so that his lips skate over mine. He nips at my bottom lip, then runs his tongue over it before sucking on it gently.

  A low moan escapes my throat as the pleasure starts to grow. A tension unlike anything I’ve felt before coils low in my stomach.

  “Roman,” I whimper, digging my nails into his back.

  “I know baby. Just let go.” He buries his mouth in my neck, kissing his way up to my ear. The way he rolls his hips, the way his length slides in and out, is driving me crazy.

  I want more. Harder. Faster. I try to egg him on with my hands and feet, but he refuses to be rushed. My groans become more desperate. Every time he slides out, his dick drags back on a spot that makes my toes curl. It ratchets the pleasure, building me toward something I need and that scares me too.

  I clench around him, trying to stop the spiraling sensations, but every thrust just makes it harder to fight until it bursts over me in a crash of white light and pounding waves.

  “God baby you feel so good,” he groans, finally moving his hips faster.

  There is a desperation to his movements now. It feeds the fire inside me and soon I am crashing over the edge again. He greedily swallows my cries as I spasm around him, then I’m doing the same when he starts to pulse inside me.

  Finally we both pull back, gasping for air. His kisses are softer now until he leans his forehead against mine.

  “I’m done hiding, Jules.
Everyone is going to have to accept that were together and if they don’t, fuck them.”

  We lay like this, connected for a few more minutes then he carefully slips out and hops up to use the bathroom. When he comes back, he pulls back the covers and climbs in next to me, then I’m in his arms, pressed up against his side as he holds me tight.

  “I’m serious, Jules.”

  Soft kisses at my temple lull me and I close my eyes and trail a finger along his abs. I love the way his muscles jump under my touch.

  “What about your brother?” I finally ask. “And your father?”

  I can't even imagine what’s going to happen if Roman tells his family about us. It’s going to be a bloodbath. I push up onto my elbows and lean over him. “What if you don’t? What if we just keep this between us for a couple of months and then it won’t matter.”

  I make sure that I have his eyes on me before I press a soft kiss right over his heart.

  “We won’t have to worry about our family or the people at school. It’ll be our secret, and then after graduation, we can go to California. Together.”

  His fingers dig into my hip as he pulls me on top of him. Then I feel his arms secure me to his chest. His eyes are filled with so much emotion, it takes my breath away. I never dreamed anyone could look at me like this.

  “I don’t want to hide you. I finally have you, Jules, and I’m not afraid to show everyone that you’re mine.”

  My heart fills full to bursting and I can’t help but kiss where it thumps strong and steady under my touch.

  “ And I love that, I really do. But we’re so close and so much could happen.”

  Roman reaches up and pushes a lock of hair behind my ear, his gaze searching mine. “You’re worried about your family? About what they’ll do?”

  I swallow the lump of fear and nod. “If my father knew…”

  “It makes me want to fucking kill the people who hurt you. Not knowing this has been happening all along, fuck Jules, you can’t go back there.”

  “It’s where I live. And I know how to stay out of sight. As long as dad has beer in the fridge, he doesn’t pay much attention to me. And Jay is rarely home anymore. I’ll be okay.”