Rachael stayed on the bed exactly where he had left her, the unfinished ache still throbbing between her legs.
When Roman turned toward the door she moved fast. She lay back against the pillows, lifted both legs high and wide, knees bent, the soft inner flesh of her thighs fully exposed.
Her shorts were still on but shoved aside; her bare p***y glistened, the lips puffy and parted from everything that had already happened.
“If you leave,” she said, voice clear and sharp, “I’ll scream. I’ll call my father and tell him you tried to take advantage of me. He already hates you for being rich, for being popular, for having everything he always wanted. He’ll believe me. He’ll destroy you.”
Roman stopped. He turned fully to face her. The quiet intensity in his eyes did not waver, but somethi
