'On your knees princess.' The order keeps replaying in my head as I scramble to kneel up in the bed.
"Hands up." He orders. When I obey, he slowly pulls his shirt off me leaving me bare to his hungry eyes.
"Fuck." He says while running his hands through his hair in almost frustration.
I fight the urge to shield my less-than-adequate breast with my arms. I move to cover up while blushing furiously but Roman stops me with a hand on my wrist.
"Don't ever cover yourself from me, because you're fuckung perfect." Roman says forcefully as if he truly believes that if he says it forcefully enough, maybe I will believe it.
Roman leans down to my face level and places kisses just on the side of my lips, teasing me till I'm hungry and willing to beg just to experience the feeling of having
