In Bed With Her Shithead Boss (By Ellie Wynters) novel Chapter 46

Chapter 46

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.”

She held his gaze, unwavering. “I know exactly what I’m asking for.” And she did. This uncontrolled side of him was a turn-

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That was all it took. Roman spun her around, pressing her against the bed as his hands slid up her thighs, gripping the fabric of her robe before yanking it open before removing it from her body. He ran a possessive hand down her spine before gripping her wrists, bringing them behind her back. Blair gasped into the cover. Shocked but thrilled at the same time.

“Don’t move,” he ordered, his voice dark and commanding. “Stay just like this.”

Blair trembled but obeyed, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. He traced a finger down the length of her spine, his touch soft in contrast to the brutal need in his movements.

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

“Yes, Sir.” She felt the heat of his bare skin behind her, the way his breath fanned against the nape of her neck before his 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 to fuel her own.

Then, without warning, he drove into her, a guttural groan ripping from his throat.

Blair cried out, her body 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 claim and possess.

His hands gripped her harder, his fingers digging into her skin as if he needed to brand himself into her. Each movement was deliberate, merciless, his control hanging by a thread.

“Fuck, Blair,” he rasped, his voice ragged. “You take me so damn well. I love the feel of you around my bare cock.”

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He wasn’t using a condom, and she didn’t care. Hadn’t cared that last time. She trusted him in a way she, deep down, never trusted Dan.

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

“Ro….Sir” she gasped, her voice breaking as he thrust deeper, hitting that perfect spot that had her toes curling.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he growled, one hand sliding up to wrap around her throat, not squeezing, just holding her there, tethering her to him. “Let them hear you. Let them know who you belong to.” The house didn’t have any neighbors close, but he did have staff. Her cheeks heated, but it didn’t cool her blood.

The tension coiled tighter, burning hotter, until it finally shattered. Blair cried out, her body locking as pleasure tore through her, 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 found his own release.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their breathing uneven. Roman pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, softer now, his hands tracing soothing circles over her skin.

Slowly, he turned her in his arms, cupping her face as he looked into her dazed, sated eyes. “Are you okay?”

Blair gave a soft, breathless laugh. “More than okay.”

His lips curled into a smirk, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. “Good. Because I’m nowhere near finished with you yet.”

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