I stumble back into my room, wondering why I had not resisted the urge to find out what was behind the locked door.
Roman keeps stalking toward me and with no sense of direction, I fall to the ground, only managing to get on my knees before Roman stops in front of me.
Roman looks at me with a self assured smirk adorning his face, cradling my head in his palms he says, “I must say, princess, I love you on your knees before me."
I try to scramble away but Roman refuses to let me go, he tightens his fist around my hair, pulling me into him until I'm eye level with his growing bulge.
“Let me go, Roman.” I seethe.
“Beg me, princess. Make it believable.” Roman says with a sharklike grin that turns my insides into a quivering mess.
Not willing to spend another minute on this damn floo
