All Chapters of Maddest Temptation : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Roman “Never intentionally.”“Yes, intentionally.” She rolls her eyes. “You said she lied to you. And dragged her into your bravta messy business, Ana’s not like that.”Adrenaline surges through my veins. Did the key to finding Ana just drop itself into my lap?“I know. I made a terrible mistake.” I pinch my brow and eyes close and look down, hoping it’s close enough to an expression of regret.“You did. She’ll never forgive you.”I nod in somber agreement. “Still, I want to apologize for everything, but I don’t know how to get a hold of her. Do you know....?”“Bella,” she supplies. “Bella Collins” She looks at me with distrusting eyes, her thoughts moving across her open face like a mixtape of emotions. Sympathy. Consideration. Mistrust. I hold my breath. Finally, she sighs. “No. Sorry. I don’t know where she went.”She’s lying. She knows something. I tick her name away for later. I’m not going to wring her neck to get more information from her here in the middle of dinner. I

AnaI think I did manage to piss Roman off. He hasn’t requested a private meeting in a week. Part of me is still riding high, but the other part is sinking back into the normal life that I'm living in this quiet town .I can’t stay here, and I can’t afford to leave. I’m beginning to realize that almost everyone in Rockhaven is in the exact same situation.The Camming app pays on a 30 day basis. By a month or so, I’ll be able to move on, but for now, I have to pray that Bella Collins keeps her mouth shut and my hours don’t get cut at the gas station.I’m working late tonight, but at least it’s something to do. My boss called me when he was out drunk. He told me to lock up at midnight and take the key home with me. He’ll come by for it tomorrow.Even though it’s a Saturday night, the town is empty. The only customers tonight have been two guys my age looking to buy energy drinks and the cheap single cigars they buy to roll blunts. It’s good they were high as kites and incapable of d

There’s no way I can reach it. Roman taped my wrists and elbows. I can’t even try to get it with my teeth. I can’t breathe; blood pounds in my ears. I’m going to suffocate inside the trunk of his car. I’m going to slowly lose consciousness to the quiet thumping of the bass beat coming from the sound system of the car, and then I’m going to die. He’ll probably shove my body in the golf bag. The trunk vibrates from the music. He’s blaring the radio, and we’re going fast. He’s enjoying himself. There’s something about the idea that calms me down, lets me think. I have enough air right now. I’m uncomfortable for now, but I’m okay. I can plan my next move. The Odds are he’s going to take me back to his place. Roman’s a loner, and his home is his safe space. He’s angry. He wants to play with me. He’ll want to be on his own territory. That’s good. I know every inch of that penthouse. I never wasted the rare opportunity when Roman was not around, or when he went to a meeting downt

Knowing how much it would piss him off, I’d woke up this morning putting everything behind me and ready to face the day.Not long after, he found me in the pool, doing topless laps to music.As per his usual, he was dressed to the nines. His tailored dark blue suit lovingly fit his broad shoulders and lean hips. His sunglasses made his hotness catapult off the charts.He always looked flawless—except on those occasions when I could muss his hair. He picked up the remote, turning down my tunes.“You and your clothes, Rome. How much did that suit cost?”“In U.S. dollars? Ninety or so.”I gaped. “Thousand?”“A Dormicui suit doesn’t come cheap.” He jerked his chin at me and said, “I always pay for quality.”Thanks for the reminder. He was as hot and cold as ever, but his overall mood deteriorated with each day.So why did he want me with him if he can process emotions?Though I was thinking more clearly today—he’d decided I could use a night’s uninterrupted sleep to figure him out—I coul

His cock pulsed against his leg just before he slapped the other side of my ass. The sound echoed off the tile.“Look at your ass moving with my strikes.” Again, he massaged me, generating that fervent heat. “For days, this ass has begged to be hit.” A harder slap. More massaging. “I can see how wet you’re getting. You were made for this.”I was beginning to think he was right. That bloom of heat spread from my ass to my thighs and pussy, to low in my belly.With his next slap, I turned my head and moaned against my arm. He massaged me so perfectly.“If you make me jealous, Ana, you play a dangerous game.” Slap. He was breathing more heavily. “When those men looked at you in that thong, I had the impulse to tear off that thong with my teeth and fuck you in front of all of them—so they’d know who makes you scream.”His jealousy hit me like a train. I shivered.“I am fucking you. No one else. I alone own your body.” Slap.I should be outraged by what he was saying; I could listen to