closed behind me.
“You shouldn’t be in here right now. I’m not myself, and I don’t want to risk hurting you or doing something else.” I can hear the disgust in his voice. He hates himself for what he did that night and that’s what makes it so easy to forgive him. He isn’t like my father, he doesn’t enjoy hurting me, in fact I can see how it’s killing him right now, remembering what he’s done, it’s ripping him apart inside.
“You won’t hurt me. I’m not dumb. I trust you...I love you.” I walk over to the bed. He has his back to me, his head hanging low, his body still vibrating with anger. He whirls around on me, his hands gripping onto my upper arms. Even when he is trying to scare me, to push me away he is gentle.
Sadness swirls in his dark green eyes. “I don’t deserve you Sophie. That asshole is right. I fucking hurt you. I’m no better than your piece of shit dad. I’m no better than the man beating his wife or girlfriend.” He shakes his head, pain and fear flickering in his eyes.
“Shut up. You aren’t like my father and you know it. You saved me Roman. You took me in, instead of selling me, which already puts you above my father by a damn mile.”
Roman isn’t listening though, he doesn’t want to hear all the good things I have to say about him. Within seconds he releases me as if I’m fire in his hands. “Stop making excuses for me. I chose pills over you, over your fucking safety. I chose to ride a high instead of protecting you, and I let the biggest monster of all get his hands on you…me.”
I’m done. Done listening to him hurt himself. Done listening to him talk down about himself. I’m done having my heart break for a man that has done nothing but save me from all the evil in the world.
“You scared me to death that day. I was terrified, worried you would hurt me, break what we had, but even through it all I was more scared of what it would do to you. I knew acting the way you did would tear you apart…” I take a step closer, forcing myself into his space. “And I know that if you were like my father it wouldn’t have bothered you at all. You wouldn’t have went through detox and you wouldn’t be here right now in front of me, trying to push me away”
My words cause Roman’s gaze to lift to mine, and as I look at him I know he’s my perfectly broken angel. The man to piece all my broken pieces back together again, ensuring I’m whole again. He exhales a ragged breath, and then he’s on me, pressing his lips firmly against mine as if the air in my lungs will fill his.
I can’t stop my body from reacting to his touch, my fingers weave into his hair, pulling at the brown strands. I kiss him with every single ounce of love inside me. Love for him, love for us, for a future that I’m determined to have with him. His hands cup my cheeks, the intensity of the kiss changes and in seconds he’s fall back against the bed, pulling me down with him. I don’t care about anyone or anything else in that moment. There is nothing but Roman and I in this universe.
I pull away peeling my clothes off, tossing them to the floor, and Roman does the same, his eyes bleeding into mine as I crawl over top of him to straddle him. His cock is impossibly hard, standing at attention for me, and I’ve never wanted him so badly in my life.
“I don’t deserve you…” He murmurs against my lips as his cock slides between my slippery folds. I’m already turned on, hell who am I kidding? When it comes to Roman, I’m always turned on.
Always.
“Yes, you do,” I hiss, bringing his cock to my entrance. I lift my hips and then move down slowly over his length my tightness swallowing every glorious inch of his cock. I feel nothing but him...and the love he has for me. He places his huge hands on my hips to hold me in place while looking up at me through hooded eyes.
“I love you so much it fucking hurts, Sophie. Do you feel how much I love you?” Pistoning his hips upward, he sends me up