Chapter 6
1302 Words
Natalie felt her head spinning as she locked her gaze with Roan's. Her heart rate increased rapidly, and her mouth went dry instantly. She never expected him to be home so early that night.
Roan's lustful eyes took in her appearance, and he could swear he felt his c**k twitch at the sight of her.
He had always imagined what she'd look like without clothes on. And even the forbidden night they had never allowed him to see what she was truly made of. But right now, he knew he could kill to make this woman his.
"What are you... I mean... Come on in," She swallowed, trying her best to sound as calm as possible as she stepped aside for him to enter the house.
"Natalie..." His voice was husky and dangerously low. He slowly stepped into the living room, his eyes never leaving her body. She was carefully molded by the goddess of temptation herself. f**k. He thought.
"I am sorry. When I saw the car, I thought it was Ashton," she offered a polite smile, eager to leave his presence.
Natalie felt a rush of adrenaline kick in, and every part of her rational mind screamed at her to run far away from him, but her body never wanted to obey. She found herself rooted in the spot. Her legs felt too heavy to move.
"You look edible, Natalie..." Roan's husky voice complimented her as he took a few steps close to her, but she took some steps away from him.
"I'll... I'll be in my room," She avoided his gaze, reaching for the stairs, but she felt a strong, muscular hand pull her back with a slight force that she collided with his broad, hard chest, making a gasp escape her lips.
"Not so fast, Natalie. You should stay..." His tone dripped with longing and desire that it made her shudder. His eyes had become a dark pool of lust as they peered into her very soul.
"I'm sorry, Roan, but this is wrong. You have to stop it..." She whispered, almost as if she didn't want anyone else to hear them.
"No one has to know... I swear... It'll be just between me and you... For now..." He whispered so sensually into her ears that it made a moan escape her lips.
She bit down on her lip; her fingers clenched into a fist as she tried to fight the feelings that were clouding her senses.
Roan's hand still held her firm in place, with his other hand tracing slow, sensual lines along her exposed cleavage.
"Roan..." She moaned, the ecstatic feeling taking over her as her eyes closed halfway, giving in to his advances, "Please... Stop..."
She had been s*x-starved for a long time. She couldn't frown at herself for responding this way to another man's touch.
He leaned closer to her, his lips so dangerously close to hers that she could feel his fresh, minty breath fanning her face.
"You are like a f*****g addiction, Natalie. I am addicted to you," He held her slender waist and pulled her gently to himself, "I want to do things to your body no one else would do."
She gasped when she felt the huge bulge in his trousers, "Roan... We can't do this. This is wrong..." Her weak plea fell on deaf ears as she felt his warm, wet tongue trail soft paths against the crook of her neck.
Natalie felt her juices seeping down her lingerie as she rubbed her thighs together to lock them in.
Roan smirked at her reaction, his hand finding her smooth thighs, making its way dangerously close to her center, "All I did all day was picture you naked in my arms..."
Natalie felt tears sting the side of her eyes. She knew how wrong this was, but she couldn't even muster up the courage to say no.
Roan is the s*x god he thinks he is. He was making her tremble with his mere words. Whatever he sought to achieve was actually working, and she couldn't resist it.
She licked her bottom lips. Her eyes closed, anticipating a kiss from him. But he wasn't done teasing her yet.
He brought his lips so close to hers, whispering straight into her face, "I'll wait patiently until you need me. I'll always be here, Natalie." He said, stepping away from her as he watched her reaction.
Natalie snapped back to reality immediately, opening her eyes. She felt embarrassment wash over her.
She gulped a lump in her throat. Was he just teasing her?
Roan smirked, his eyes still a cloud of dark desires as he strode toward the stairs, leaving her in the living room.
Natalie's embarrassment and disappointment knew no bounds. How could she have allowed herself to fall cheaply for his tricks?
Just then, she heard a car driving into the parking lot. She knew it was her husband. She felt relief wash over her as thoughts of Ashton satisfying the need Roan had stirred up in her made her face lit up a bit.
She quickly adjusted herself, leaving no trace of her stupid act on her as she made her way to the door. She tried her best to act normal.
She pulled the door open, revealing her husband, Ashton. He looked tired... Not just tired but drunk, too.
"Ashton!" She called when he staggered and fell into her warm embrace.
"I'm sorry I'm late, babe. I had a meeting to attend to. It was urgent. I tried calling..." His voice trailed off as he kept blabbing on and on, making his way into the spacious living room.
Natalie felt twice as disappointed as Roan made her feel. She'd gone the extra mile to look sexy for the very first time in a long time, and she wasn't even going to get a glance from her husband. It hurt.
"I've been waiting to have dinner with you, Ashton. Why didn't you..." She started but paused, trying to control her emotions.
"Stop being dramatic, Natalie. You can go ahead and have dinner already. It's not a big deal now, is it?" He said with a wave of his hand, ascending the stairs.
Natalie watched with tears in her eyes while he staggered away.
She slowly climbed up the stairs, her core still aching from her arousal. She stopped in front of Roan's door, looking at the locked door.
She stared at it for a moment, fantasizing about the many sinful things he could do to her body right now that she craved it. She bit back a moan at the thought of being trapped under his huge, masculine body while he did many pleasurable things to her body.
As if the universe took pleasure in mocking her all night, the door to Roan's room pulled open in one swift motion, making her jerk back to reality. Her gaze met with his dark, intimidating ones, making her cheek flush with embarrassment.
"You need something, Natalie?" His tone was calm, but they held an edge that made Natalie's core ache even more.
Her eyes took in his almost naked form. He was putting on nothing but his briefs. His shoulder blade tattoo on his left hand and the upper right of his sturdy chest glistened with drops of water. He was fresh out of the bathroom.
The muscles on his ripped abdomen moved swiftly with every move he made. She gulped a lump, her long lashes fanning her eyes as she blinked rapidly. God! He was pure sin.
"I... I am sorry. I just..." She stuttered, not being able to stand his piercing gaze. Thankfully, this time, her body acted just like her head instructed as she felt her legs moving faster than they should in the direction of her room.
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