Chapter 171
LIVIA-
We were back in Roman’s Mustang, finally having some privacy now that everyone else had already left. Luckily, after Roman’s confession, the fighting between him and Luca had come to a halt. Neither man had gone at each other a second time, and I was relieved about that. –
Roman’s hand was currently on the wheel.
I couldn’t get his confession out of my mind. I never thought he’d say it there in front of everyone, and that surprised me the most. It felt like he wanted to finally get it all off his chest, especially with Luca and Nico watching.
“I didn’t think you loved me,” I finally admitted.
He stared at the windshield. “I’m sorry I haven’t shown it. I’m sorry it took you possibly marrying Nico for me to say it.”
I bit my lip, blushing. “You turned me down the day I confessed I was in love with you.”
“I still kick myself for that day.” His voice was rough. “And a lot of other days that I did shit. I don’t know how I’ll tell Ethan. Until then, I will not hurt you again.”
We both gazed at each other and I could feel the tension between us.
Without warning, he reached for me.
I gasped as he picked me up like I weighed nothing and pulled me over until I was straddling him in the driver’s seat, knees around his hips, my skirt shoved up by the movement, his forehead against mine.
The steering wheel pressed into my back. I did not care. I could feel him already hard under me.
“I missed you so much,” I whispered.
“I missed you more than I can even say. Every second of every damn day. Sorry it took me so long to reach out; I’ve been sorting things out. I had to officially sign everything to end the PR relationship. I’m also in the process of removing my parents as my managers so they can’t plan interviews without my okay. That’s a lot more complicated, and they’re pushing back, but I’m confident I can get past it.”
He’d gotten rid of the fake relationship? I tightened my hold around him and soon enough I was rubbing myself all over him, like I couldn’t get close enough.
The heat between us took over immediately. I felt his hands on my waist, gripping like he was afraid I would climb back to my seat and take back the words with me.
Mine in his black hair, pulling. We kissed like the confession had only been the start-slow first, almost careful, then not careful at all.
His tongue in my mouth. A groan in his chest that I swallowed. My hips pressing down against the hard line of him until we both made a sound that fogged the glass.
He bit my lower lip. I gasped. He sucked the sting away and did it again, harder, then dragged his mouth
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down my jaw to my throat and bit there too.
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moaned, loud in the car, and he made a broken noise against my skin like he had been starving for that exact sound.
He touched me slowly at first. Under my shirt. Palms over my breasts, thumbs circling, then pinching until my back arched and I cried out into his hair.
I touched him the same way-jaw, the blood at the corner of his mouth, his chest, the button of his jeans that I popped with shaking fingers.
The car was too small. We did not care. He shoved my underwear aside, freed himself, and I felt how big he was against me again, the way I had on the beach, except this time there was no rule left and no house full of family and no never.
He rubbed the head of his cock through my wetness, once, twice.
I whimpered. He sucked my nipple through the shirt and then yanked the fabric up so he could get his mouth on skin, teeth, tongue, a growl when rolled against him.
“Olivia.” A warning and a question. His forehead on mine again.
“Yes. Roman-please-”
He pushed inside me in one deep, stretching thrust.
I screamed. I didn’t care that the crew could possibly hear me. All I cared about was Roman inside of me. He was gentle at first and I bit down on his shoulder, begging him to move.
He cursed and started his motion. In and out. Slow and fast. I was losing my mind.
The Mustang rocked. My hands hit the window as we changed positions, palms flat on glass, as he held my hips and fucked up into me hard.
The stretch burned and then turned into something that made my thighs shake. He was so big I could feel him everywhere, filling me, dragging out, slamming back in. The seat creaked. The car moved with us. He sucked my throat and drove into me until I was shaking, wet, taking all of him, red hair falling around our faces.
“Fuck. You feel-” He broke off and thrust harder. “Tight. Fuck. Olivia-”
I moaned his name. Then louder. Then I could not make words at all. He bit the place where my neck met my shoulder and sucked until I knew there would be a mark, a claim, something I would have to hide and would not want to.
His hand gripped my ass and pulled me down onto every thrust so I had no choice but to take him completely. I screamed again when he hit the spot that made my vision white.
“That’s it. Let me hear you.” His voice was hoarse against my ear. “I love you. I love you. Fuck—”
I came with my forehead on the glass, crying out, clenching around him so hard he cursed and bit down harder.
He followed with a groan that sounded like it hurt, buried deep, hips locked, spilling inside me while the
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car trembled around us.
elt every pulse. I held his hair and shook through it, still moaning, still full of him.
We stayed like that, breathing hard, his mouth still on my skin, his cock still inside me, the windows fogged and the world outside the Mustang pretending it did not know.
“I love you Roman. I love you so much.”
And for a minute there was no wedding, no Ethan, no interview. Only him inside me and the mark he had left on my throat, and the wet heat of us where the last rule used to be.
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Dex Morgan
Dex works to elevate each story with clean writing, emotional balance, and thoughtful flow for readers.