The Contract of Desire

Chapter2

Bianca’s POV

Immediately I stepped foot in my apartment I was pinned to the wall, I dropped my keys and sucked in a breath.

Roman!

“What is your problem?” I grounded as I struggled to catch my breath again. He remained unflinching, his gray eyes smothering, I ignored the burning passion that rolled between us.

He didn’t say anything, just held me in that vulnerable position, I avoided his eyes. I didn’t want to see the image of my own clear want in his gaze.

“I told you to come straight home. Where did you go?” He asked me and I said nothing, maybe this was just my desperate cry for affection. Rebelling.

The realization that I would never be loved by him had set itself in my head and now I couldn’t shake it off. I looked back at him and he was also waiting for me to give a reason.

“I went grocery shopping,” I lied, it was a very weak lie, I knew that immediately I said it.

His gaze smothered again, and I swallowed as he leaned in. He smelt like he always did, like spice and what I imagined ‘male’ would smell like.

“You’re lying, I can always tell when you’re lying. First, that was what you told the receptionist you were doing and second, I don’t see any grocery in your hand and third, your lips are quivering Mouse, I know you better than that.” He said without breaking his glare from me.

When he didn’t call me Miss Rowlene, I never understood why he chose Mouse of all names to call me. He didn’t really explain the reason for the nickname and I have stopped trying to know.

“So now that you know I’m lying, what are you going to do?” I challenged him.

I was allowing my emotions to lead me astray.

Playing with fire, a fire that liked to burn without thinking twice.

He moved fast, pinning me to the door again and seizing my breath. I melted into his kiss and returned it with much passion and emotion. I had wanted to do it since I walked into the office that morning.

“You’re easily distracted,” I said against his mouth but he was too busy peeling my shirt off my body to answer.

I moaned as his lips touched the sensitive part of my neck, I felt my body go hot and I liked the sensation. I allowed my hands to go round his neck as I arched my back giving him an easier access to my jawline and cleavage.

We were always in sync, always had great s*x and in moments like this we were no longer boss and employee, we became one in the most sexy and beautiful way.

“I want you, now,” he muttered, and even then, even in the heat of the moment it sounded like a proclamation, there was no warmth in his tone. How he managed to sound so cold when he was doing hot things to me baffled me.

His mouth covered my breasts and sucked on my hard n****e, I moaned as his lips continued the hot exploration while his other hand found its twin.

His fingers caressed my n*****s and brought wetness to my midsection. It always seemed new, the glorious things I knew he could do to my body.

“Your turn,” I mutter, I couldn’t recognize my own voice.

I undid all of his buttons and teased him as I went down, there was a dangerous grin on his face as I pulled the shirt off his body. His body is tan and well built.

Roman was strict with his health, his schedule was straight forward activities of waking up, hitting the gym and eating his vegetables.

I was done with the shirt and I reached for the belt of his trousers and his hands left the crux of my neck and held my hands, I felt a tinge of something more and my hands found his.

“Let me do it,” he whispered and kissed the air out of me before undoing his belt. He allowed the clothes to fall around his legs before stepping out of it.

I noticed his bulging mid thighs and I swallowed at how large it was. I never got used to the size, I wanted to feel it, I wanted to taste it so I let my impulse move me.

I reached for him but in a very quick movement he held my hands together and drove it above my head, I released a wild gasp and struggled to catch my breath.

“Allow me,” he whispered again. I didn’t know where he had gotten the strap of my bra but he was now using it to tie my wrist together, I felt hot, scalding hot all over.

“Jeez I want you now,” I muttered and he smiled, he slid his hands into my wetness, I was trapped on the door, hands above my head and his hands, two fingers felt slid into me.

I let out a deep moan and moved my hips with the rhythm of his hands.

“I want you now. Deep and whole,” I said and it came out as a whisper, I saw the sly grin on his face as his hands continued to work wonders.

I knew he wasn’t going to hold back for much longer.

“Are you on the pill?” He asked me and I nodded, it was almost like a ritual and he always asked me everytime we made love.

Of course I was, mere having plans of disobeying meant I had even taken double of my dosage.

“Always. You keep on asking, why?” I said absentmindedly and he stopped his mouth and hands movements on my body. I wanted him to continue.

“Better safe than sorry,” he answered, allowing his eyes to meet mine to make his point known.

I wanted to yell at him to continue, to forget any thought running in his head.

“Just come in now!” I cried against him, my hands were still held hostage over my head and only my hips and lips could express how much pleasure he was giving me.

He didn’t bother to respond, his hands went in one last time and my hips swayed as I felt his hardness against me. He looked at me and I kept my eyes on him as he slowly slid in, right there and then we became one.

I rocked against his whim, gasping for hair and he pulled my hair backwards, holding him close to me.

“You’re so beautiful!” He announced as we came together, basking in the euphoria of sweet love making.

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“I hope you’re prepared now for the trip?” He asked me and I groaned.

We lay on my bed after a series of lovemaking. Brian hadn’t returned home and I was grateful for once that he didn’t.

He had the greatest hatred for Roman and I didn’t quite understand why.

“You’re talking like I have a choice.” I answered and he didn’t say anything, as cold as normal.

“Mouse, you know you have to be there.” He said casually and I was even more angry.

“Yes, because I’m your PA. You can’t do anything unless I’m there,” I said, intentionally deviating.

“Well, it’s not a lie but you do know you can’t do without me as much as I can’t.” He teased and it was the truth.

Addicted, I was addicted to him.

Who was I even kidding, I was in love with him!

“I hate you,” I whispered and he chuckled, the only emotion he had shown that night.

“Let me change that conception for you,” he laughed and pulled me closer to him, his hands exploring once again.

I moaned and his hands were on my lips, I was so weak and vulnerable in his hands.

“Don’t think of anything else,” he ordered and I nodded, gasping for air once again.

Maybe the trip wouldn’t be as bad as I thought.