CALISTA'S POV.
“Keep your hands right there.”
He growled, a low and commanding sound.
Roman's whiskey eyes were as dark as obsidian in the dim light. I wriggled my wrists that were tied above my head, trying to free my hands so I could touch him, his toned skin, his hard muscles, but stopped when he gave a sharp pinch to my clít
My back arched off the bed with a scream of intense pleasure.
“F…Fúck. That's so good.” I moaned in a slutty voice I didn't recognize.
Roman kept circling the swollen bud with his thumb. “You like that baby?”
I nodded, not trusting myself not to spew gibberish as he teased my folds.
I loved his roughness, the restrictions, the way he had me utterly at his mercy; he could do anything he wanted me to, and I wouldn't be able to stop him.
Yep, I'm twisted.
