Free Web NovelChapter 83: Chapter 83 Felicity.
You shouldn’t be here, I thought as I stepped into Roman’s bedroom.
You didn’t have to be an avid viewer of CSI or NYPD Blue to know that mobsters didn’t let strangers into their inner circle, let alone their bedroom. But here I was, holding Boston’s most notorious crime boss’ hand while he looked at me like I was the only woman in the world.
And what had happened back there at the club anyway? Wasn’t this guy supposed to be some kind of massive scumbag murderer? So why was it that I felt more safe and secure around him than I did around Dante or any of the other girls?
Why was it that I felt like I’d been swept off my feet by a complete gentleman, rather than feeling like I’d just been bought like a sex slave?
“White or black?” Roman asked. I realized I’d been so lost in my own thoughts that I hadn’t noticed Roman had led me across the room to an enormous bathroom that looked like something fit for an emperor.
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"White or black," he repeated, motioning to several hanging robes. "Seeing as how your outfit for tonight was all black, I vote for white."
"White’s good," I agreed.
Roman reached up and I saw the enormous muscle of his bicep stretching against the tight fabric of his black dress shirt.
He was like a towering force of power, pure masculinity, and I felt the same feelings I’d felt that night on the museum steps come flooding back to me as the anxiety and shock from what had happened back at the club began to subside.
He took the robe down and set it on a small side table beside me.
“I’ll let you change," he said, moving towards the door. But again, for some reason, I couldn’t let go of his hand. It was like an invisible chain had wrapped around our fingers. He looked at me and I saw a look of surprise in his beautiful brown eyes.
God, look at that chin, I thought as a heat began to bloom between my legs. My heart was racing, but this was a gorgeous man, and I couldn’t ignore that. "You-you don’t have to," I told him.
“No?"
"I mean...I hate this outfit, but it would be a shame if I put it all on for nothing,"
What are you saying!?
My words surprised even me, and Roman as well. The feeling had just come out of nowhere and forced the sentence out of my lips. Now that I wasn’t at the club, feeling pressured into doing something I didn’t want to do, and wasn’t surrounded by vicious girls and threatening men, I was aware of my own femininity.
When Roman looked at me, I felt...sexy, which was something completely new to me.
After all, I had zero experience with men (aside from last night on the museum steps).
The only boyfriend I’d had was back in middle school and the farthest we’d gotten was a quick kiss on the lips in the hallway leading to the gymnasium one afternoon between classes.
But now, for some reason, I felt like stripping and revealing myself completely to Boston’s most feared man.
“Yeah...” Roman said slowly as a smile crossed his face. "I guess it would, wouldn’t it?"
The lights above were bright — too bright, and I looked at the wall next to me and slid the dimmer down until we were almost in darkness together.
My heart was racing, but this time from excitement, not fear.
I took a step forward and touched against Roman’s chest, felt the strong muscles, then pushed him gently back a few feet from me. His eyes gleamed as I slowly took the helm of my crop top and lifted it over my head and tossed it aside.
He shifted slightly and the heat inside me grew when I saw the obvious bulge in his pants.
He’s liking this...
No, he’s enjoying it.
I remembered what Dante had told me about how to move, but something told me that Roman wouldn’t be into that, so I thought back to my days as a real dancer and did something I was more familiar with.
I lifted my left leg slowly, pointed my toes and twisted them out, then took hold with my left hand and kept lifting until it was aiming straight up at the ceiling like I was doing a standing split.
Roman’s eyes went wide, and I gave him a tiny, teasing smile as I curled my leg back down. I planted my foot and kept bending at the waist, pushing my hips back suggestively as I unclipped my stocking and slid it
off.
I threw it at him, and he caught it like a hungry man. Keeping my eyes on him, I did a slow split and bent over my right leg as I took off the other stocking and threw it to him, leaving myself in nothing but a G-string, garter belt, and bra.
The bulge in his pants had my body aching for him. His face was hard, chiseled, and strong, but his eyes held a glow of kindness that I was pretty sure he never let anyone else see.
I found the clasp on my garter belt, undid it, and tossed it aside.
The G-string was so tiny it barely hid anything, and I knew that he could see the moist spot that had formed in the thin fabric as sure as I could see the bulge in his pants.
With one arm over my breasts, I reached around and undid the clasp on my bra and let the straps fall down across my shoulders. Roman shifted, reached down, and popped the top button on his pants.
I was on fire for him, doing things I’d never thought I was capable of doing, and it was only because of him. If I was doing this back at the club, I’d be mortified, on the verge of tears, ready to break down in panic.
But in front of Roman, I felt empowered, sexy, and desired by a worthy man.
“You’re incredible," he said softly, his voice filled with a low bass and powerful desire.
"I have to show my gratitude," I replied. “Don’t I?"
Maybe that was a little corny, but it was the spur of the moment and Roman didn’t seem to mind.
In fact, he seemed to like it.
He stepped forward and slid the zipper of his pants down more, exposing his white Calvin Klein briefs.
"Don’t I get to see anything?" I teased, barely covering myself with my bra that was ready to fall to the floor if I simply moved my arm.
Roman’s lips curled into a smile, and he began unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his powerful chest.
His skin was slightly tan, like warm caramel, and I felt myself get even more wet, and when he revealed his abs to me, I couldn’t stop myself from gasping.
“You like that?” he asked with a cocky smile of a man who already knew the answer. So, I didn’t bother responding. I just moved my arm and let my bra fall away. freewebnσvel.cѳm
Roman groaned as he lay eyes on my breasts, and the way he looked at me made me feel like the sexiest girl in the world.
“Babe," he growled. I thank God, I rescued you from that filthy strip club. But if you had actually danced there, you would have made a fucking fortune.”
My pride swelled and my arms began to tingle as he got down on his knees before me. My mind flashed back to the museum steps as he moved towards me.
Our lips touched and it was like a thousand roses bloomed in my chest. My body went tight, and as he slid his tongue into my mouth, I threw my arms around him with desperate desire.
I wanted him.
I needed him.
My savior. My protector. The man who made me feel like the only woman in the world.
The loud, terrible bleating of a cell phone rang out like a morning alarm clock, shattering our quiet moment and causing me to jump.
"What the fuck!?" Roman growled as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Whatever he saw on the screen worried him, and he quickly looked to me.
“I have to take this, angel," he apologized. I deflated as Roman kissed me on the forehead and let out an obvious sigh. He stopped at the door and smiled at me.
"I’ll be right back. Don’t you dare move."
