Negotiation: A Mafia Love Story (Triple Threat Book 1) by Kit Tunstall, R. E. Saxton

you come to me anyway. So I decided it would be a test of self-control. I would make you touch me, but I wouldn’t let myself touch you. I planned to use you to get off, to remind us both that this is what our deal is.”
    Sarah swallowed the lump in her throat, surprised by how much his words hurt even though she’d expected a variation of them. “That’s hardly my fault, Roman. You don’t have to be so mean or cruel to me.”
    One of his hands moved from her breast to her face, moving with confident assurance even in the low lighting, and he found just the right place to curve his hand a second later. “I know, and it was terrible thing to do. Don’t get me wrong. Part of me wants to use you, to consume you until there’s nothing left, and mold you into someone designed solely to please me. But I won’t do that to you. You’re innocent, and you don’t deserve to be crushed under my heel.”
    There was a hitch in her breathing, and fear filled her. “Are you canceling our contract?”
    He hesitated for a moment, before giving her a single word. “No.”
    She sighed her relief.
    “I should. I should have known this was madness, and I’m only going to ruin you, but I can’t let you go. Even knowing what I’m going to do to you, and what I want to do to you, I can’t make myself do the right thing here.” His hand tightened again on her breast, sending a sharp pain through her even as her folds flooded with new moisture. “I can’t let you walk away.”
    “I’m not asking to,” she said after clearing her throat. “I knew what I was getting into when I made the agreement.”
    Roman laughed, and it was a dark sound. “I doubt that. If you had any idea how I want to fuck you and control you, you’d probably be screaming right now and begging for mercy. You’d be on your knees pleading with me to cancel the contract.”
    She cleared her throat again. “I’m a big girl, Roman, so will you let me make that decision for myself?”
    “I can’t, because I’ve already made it for you.” His hand drifted from her breast down her stomach, moving forcefully between her legs as his other hand from her cheek to her hair, which he wrapped around his fist several times and dragged her neck back to expose it.
    A second later, he bit her almost savagely at the bend of her neck, and his fingers shoved into her wet pussy, three of his fingers filling her with no preparation. “I’ve decided to do everything I want to you, Sarah. I know I’m going to destroy you, but I’m not a good enough man to let you avoid that fate.”
    After the initial flare of pain from his unexpected intrusion, pleasure took over, and she began to pump against his hand. “I’m stronger than you think.”
    “You’d better be, or you’ll never survive me.” A moment later, his mouth touched hers, not just kissing her, but devouring her. His tongue pushed through her lips, shoving into her mouth, and he bit hard on her tongue after sucking it into his mouth. The taste of copper blossomed on her tongue, and she winced from the pain as Roman continued to roughly finger her still slightly swollen pussy. It hurt, but it also felt good, and she was soon contracting around him as she came.
    As soon as her juices coated his fingers, leaking over both of them, he pulled out of her aching pussy with a small popping sound, and then his fingers delved between her buttocks, one probing insistently at the taut rosette hidden there.
    She gasped, going rigid as he began to push his finger into her anus. “I’m not sure—” His mouth returned to hers, his kiss rougher than ever as he swallowed her sounds of uncertainty.
    She knew she could turn her head, put some distance between them, and assert her right to say no, and he would have to listen. It was in the contract—but she was amazed to find she didn’t really want to do that. She was enjoying his dark touch, and it became even more pleasurable when he moved between her legs to guide his