Beneath Her Bastard Boss

Chapter 46

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The fear of nearly losing her had wrapped around him like a vice, choking him. But now, with the danger momentarily at bay, something darker, deeper clawed its way to the surface, a need so raw it made his fingers flex involuntarily at his sides.

Blair looked up at him, her eyes wide, searching his face. “Roman… Sir-”

He was on her before she could finish, his mouth crushing hers, swallowing whatever words she had been about to say. His kiss was not gentle. It was desperate, punishing, a silent claim that bordered on possession. She gasped against his lips, her fingers clenching in his shirt as he backed her against the wall.

“Tell me you’re okay,” he demanded, his breath hot against her skin as he trailed his lips down her jaw, nipping at the delicate flesh of her throat. “Tell me you can take this.”

Blair’s pulse hammered, but it wasn’t fear. It was anticipation. The raw hunger in his voice, the way his hands gripped her hips like he was barely restraining himself, sent liquid heat pooling low in her stomach, wetting her clean panties.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice breathless. “I want this. I want you.”

A growl rumbled in his chest, primal and possessive. Without another word, he lifted her, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist as he carried her toward the bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind them, setting her down only to rip open his shirt, buttons flying. His gaze burned into hers, his need stark and unrelenting.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Blair,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. His fingers traced up her arms, his touch both reverent and possessive. “I need to fucking mark you. To remind you who you belong to. Today was too close.”

Her breath hitched at his words, the heat between them crackling like a live wire. “Then do it.”

A muscle in his jaw ticked. “Be careful what you ask for.”

held his gaze, unwavering. “I know exactly what I’m asking for.” And she

on.

yanking it open before removing it from her body. He ran a possessive hand down her spine

move,” he ordered, his voice dark and

the length of her spine, his touch soft in contrast to the brutal need in his

beautiful,” he murmured, leaning in to bite the curve of her shoulder, just hard enough to make her gasp.

hands slid down, gripping her hips in a bruising hold. She heard the zipper come down, the noise loud in the silent room. Then he was ripping her panties off her. Holy hell. She wasn’t scared, but still, this Roman was almost… desperate in his need. Which only helped

he drove into her, a guttural groan

arching at the force of it, the sheer intensity stealing her breath. Roman didn’t hold back. His thrusts were punishing, raw, a desperate need to

her skin as if he needed to brand himself into her. Each movement was

me so damn well. I

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that last time. She trusted him in a way she, deep down, never trusted

into her again. She whimpered, pleasure crashing over her in relentless waves. He was everywhere, his scent, his heat, the overwhelming force of

breaking as he thrust deeper, hitting

to him. “Let them hear you. Let them know who you belong to.” The house didn’t have any neighbors close, but he did

white–hot and blinding. Roman followed seconds later, his grip tightening as he thrust deep one final time, his groan reverberating through her as he

with sweat, their breathing uneven. Roman pressed a kiss to the

in his arms, cupping her face as