Roman Bianchi was touching Rose in places which had yet to be explored by anyone but her. She was like the virgin soil for which he was the conqueror. He touched her with great expertise, and made her reach heights she never knew existed.
Rose panted, breathlessly crying out his name in a hushed tone. His icy blue eyes, dark with desire, which were locked onto her face, almost looked tender, despite the wanton desire she could see in their depths.
There was something absolutely sinful about doing it in an office, the taste of the forbidden fruit never so delicious… Rose knew he was going to break her, to ruin her, and no other man would ever come close, but she couldn’t bring herself to care at that moment.
“Roman,” she choked on his name, as her hand played with her c**t…
Indeed,
