Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
"He didn't break me," I whisper then, feeling the truth of those words resonate in my soul. Damien didn't break me. He hurt me, but I was never his to break. I think I was Roman's even when I wasn't his. I think I have been since the day I met him. Tears burn in my throat and my eyes, blurring my vision.
Roman wipes them away, his big hands gentle.
"What if Tahani finds out?" I ask him when he rests his forehead against mine, his breathing ragged. "What if she never forgives us?"
He's quiet for a moment, thinking, assessing. "I won't let you lose your best friend, Mila. I won't let you be hurt. We don't have to have all the answers today. I know what I want. What do you want, baby? Are you all in?"
I know if I tell him right here and now that this is just sex and nothing else, he'll accept it. He won't like it, but he'll respect my wishes. He'll back off and give me exactly what I want. The choice is mine, and he's giving it to me, letting me decide if we pull back and settle for fucking, or if we move forward and explore whatever is really going on between us.
As I stare into his hazel eyes and see the gentleness and desire piercing through me, I know there was never a choice in the first place. With him, there never was.
I lean forward, pressing my lips to his.
"Yes," I breathe into his mouth, the only word that really matters. "Yes, I'm all in."
Chapter Twelve
Roman
The loud ringing of my phone jolts me awake. I throw my arm out, grasping for the noise to silence it before it wakes Mila. Her body is warm and soft against mine, and all I want is to silence the intrusion, roll her over, and slide inside her again.
When I finally get my hand on the phone and bring it toward my face, I curse. It's my daughter…not a call I can ignore.
"Hi, Daddy," Tahani says as soon as my cell is to my ear. "Did I wake you up?"
I roll over and glance at the clock to find that it's already after nine in the morning. I'm usually up with the sun, but my sleep schedule has been a little fucked up lately.
I'm not complaining. There's nothing better than spending half the night buried inside Mila.
She shifts beside me, searching me out. With my red sheets tangled around her, she looks like an angel in her sleep. Her blonde hair is a riotous mess, and her golden skin is soft and smooth. The covers have slipped, leaving one heavy breast and tight, dusky pink nipple exposed. My marks are all over her curvy body.
My heart rolls in my chest at the sight of them, my cock stirring.
"Daddy?"
"Yeah, I'm here." I close my eyes and shake my head hard, trying to clear it of the temptress still sleeping beside me. It's getting harder and harder to do. Ever since she told me she was all in on the beach a few days ago, I've become even more obsessed with her than I was to begin with.
I'm on her constantly, and it still isn't close enough. I want her incessantly, and it still isn't often enough. I've never felt this way before.
It's terrifying and exhilarating.
Is this what addiction feels like? The constant need? The endless fucking thirst? Is this what addicts experience?
"How's Mila?" Tahani asks.
Her question sends guilt whispering through me.
"She seems fine." It’s a damn lie. Mila is better than fine. The sadness that clung to her when I first got here is all but gone. She wears a smile all the time now, especially when she’s in my arms. But I can't tell my daughter that.
I can't tell her that I made her best friend scream my name. I can't tell her that I slipped my cock between Mila’s plump lips and fucked her throat. I can't tell her that I spent the night making her best friend ride my cock while I said filthy shit to her.
I'm lying to Tahani. I feel like I'm always fucking lying to her these days. And yet, I don't regret a single moment of what I'm doing with Mila.
I’m fully aware of how fucked up that is.
All I've wanted since the moment I found out that I had a kid was to be a good father. To do the right thing by her and make up for all the years her mother stole from us by keeping Tahani a secret.
For the last eight years, I've done exactly that. I know my daughter. And there is no fucking way she'd be okay with what's going on between me and Mila…but I can't stop.
Fuck. Why can't I stop when it comes to her?