Unjustified Demands (Filthy Florida Alphas Book 2) (21 page)

“Roman,” I whisper, unable to drag my eyes away from his cock.

“You’re so beautiful, pet. So fucking beautiful.”

I can’t hold back anymore. Despite his command for the opposite, I slide off the couch and onto the floor. I crawl to him like a tiger stalking her prey. His hand stalls on his cock and I know I’ve surprised him.

“Ana,” he starts, but his voice is gruff. My tongue comes out to lick along my lips as I watch the head of his cock and the way his pre-cum drizzles down the shaft. When I reach him, I put my hands on his knees and slide my body between his legs.

“Let me suck you,” I beg, dying to just dive in and do that. I’m already going against his orders though and I want Roman to need this as much as I need to give it to him.

“Pet, always pushing me. What am I going to do with you?” he asks.

Unable to resist, I flatten my tongue against the base of his cock and lick up the throbbing vein that runs the length of his shaft, gathering his pre-cum on my tongue as I go.

“Fuck.”

The need in his voice gets to me more than anything. Roman is so controlled and intense, I love pushing him and making him let go of that. I suck just the head of his cock into my mouth, humming against it, as my tongue dives in to seek more of him, needing more of his taste. His fingers tangle into my hair and I take that as approval, whether it is or not. I widen my mouth and hollow out my jaws and slowly sink down on the length of him. I don’t stop until he’s at the back of my throat. My hand comes up to roll his balls, kneading them. They’re hard and firm and so fucking warm. Slowly, I back off his cock, keeping my lips locked tight around it so that when I release him completely, the wet popping noise echoes. His entire cock glistens now with a combination of my mouth and his own juices. I lock eyes with him, licking my lips and breathing hard, not trying to hide how excited and turned-on I am. I want him to see it.

“I love the way you feel in my mouth, Roman. I love to feel your hands tighten in my hair as you demand I take you all the way back.”

“Pet…”

“Fuck my mouth, Roman. I don’t want gentle. I need you to take charge,” I tell him.

His fingers tighten in my hair, flexing back and forth as he watches me. “You’re tempting the beast, Ana.”

“Good,” I say simply, lowering my head down. I slide his cock back into my mouth and Roman’s fingers tighten in my hair, knotting in it. I slide down his shaft slowly, my pussy clenching, my breasts tingling, the nipples tightening with need. I feel electrically charged and so fucking turned on I might die if I don’t have him. Roman reaches down, his fingers dancing across the soft skin of my breast. He kneads the skin, causing me to moan, the sound muffled and needy, barely coming out around the mouthful of cock that I’m sucking on. Roman’s hand leaves my breast, traveling down my stomach and stopping at my pussy. His hand moves between my legs. Maybe I should be embarrassed by how wet I am, but I’m not. I like that he can feel how wet he makes me, how much this excites me. I lean towards him, up on my knees, trying to tempt him into moving his fingers deeper inside of me.

“You’re so fucking wet, Ana. Do you want my cum, pet?”

I can’t really answer him with words because my mouth is so full of his dick, but maybe he can tell by the way my desire pools around his fingers right before he thrusts them deep inside of me. He growls his approval right before he takes complete control. His hand pushes my head up and down on his cock, fucking my face hard and fast. He curls his fingers in me, hitting that mysterious spot that men before him have never even gotten close to. My orgasm pushes through me, my hand holding his balls and manipulating them as he uses me. I can feel them tighten beneath my fingers. I know he’s close as I fight my gag reflex to give him anything he wants.

He pulls me off of him and I cry out at the unfairness of it. I earned his cum. It should be mine. Before I can argue, the first spray jets across my face, splashing on my lips. His hand holds my head in place as he jacks his cock, aiming for my face and shooting stream after stream on me until it’s dripping down my neck, running between my breasts, and sliding down my throat.

I’m covered in…
him.

“I thought you were taking the week off,” Ana questions, pouting.

It should annoy me, but it does the opposite. I’m glad she doesn’t want me to leave. I can’t tell her why I’m leaving, even if I think this will help her brother, and though I’m doing it for her, I doubt she will understand. I don’t have a lot of experience with worrying about how a woman reacts. I’ve never given a fuck. I have a suspicion that Ana would not be pleased with my plan, however. I lock my hand on the side of her neck and pull her face to mine. She stretches up off the mattress to meet my kiss. Just the touch of her lips soothes me.

“You’ll barely notice I’m gone, pet. I’ll be back by evening.”

“Trust me, I’ll know. Plus, you’re leaving me here with Broom Hilda, the wicked witch of the…”

“I thought she was treating you better?” I ask, immediately pissed off. I warned Mayra to treat Ana with respect. Ana is a permanent fixture in my life. I’m not letting her go. I will, however, fire the maid.
Easily
.

“She is, around
you
. She waits to show me her distaste and hate when you’re in another room.”

“That’s unacceptable. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Really, Roman. It’s not a big deal,” Ana says.

“It is. I told you to fire her if she kept disrespecting you,” I complain, upset this has been going on without my notice.

“She’s been better. I’m rarely alone with her. Besides, it doesn’t matter. I’ll deal with her. It won’t be long until…” she trails off as her face heats up.

I think about what she said, and any way I choose to finish her sentence displeases me.

“Until
what
, Ana?” I growl this time, my voice dark.

“Roman, let’s not get into this right now. You’ll be late,” Ana says, refusing to meet my eyes.

She’s right, I will be. I don’t give a fuck. Something about hearing the woman you are obsessed with talk as if your time with her is limited has a strange effect on a man.

“Ana, we’ve gone over this shit. Do you not get that I’m not letting you go?”

“Roman…” she trails off for a second, her eyes looking down at her hands instead of me.

“Ana. Eyes, now,” I order, and her face snaps up and her eyes sparkle with displeasure, but fuck that, she needs to understand this. “You are going nowhere.”

At my words, some of the anger leaves her, but there’s another look on her face now, one I’m not sure how I feel about. It almost looks like
hopelessness.

“Let’s just take it one day at a time, Roman. If I’m still around in a month, I’ll handle her…”

“Mayra!” I yell, my voice loud enough to shake the rafters in the ceiling. I’ve had enough of this shit. Ana must know because she pulls away, jumping at my tone. She pulls the sheet tight around her body and now there’s fear in her eyes. My dick pushes against my jeans because caring for Ana or not, I’m still a bastard. The sight of her fear makes me want to control and conquer her that much more.

“Mr. Anthes?” Mayra says from the door. I turn to watch her freeze as her eyes go to Ana lying in my bed. Her dislike shows on her face clearly before she hides it and raises her eyes to mine.

“I told you, if you didn’t respect my woman, you were finished. Apparently you didn’t take that to heart.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Mr. Anthes.”

“Ana says you’ve been disrespecting her in private.”

“Roman,” Ana starts, but I ignore her. The controlled mask on Mayra’s face slips somewhat.

“I’ve been doing my job, Mr. Anthes. I don’t have time to cater to the whims of some—”

“My woman. That’s who she is, Mayra. She’s mine. She’s staying. I will have my ring on her hand and my child in her belly. She will be around for a long fucking time. A lot longer than you will.”

“Roman,” Ana gasps.

“Mr. Anthes,” Mayra starts. I ignore them both and instead pull off my jacket.

“Pack your things, Mayra. I want you out of this house in thirty minutes. Robert will drive you back into town. I’ll mail your severance pay. I’ll be generous though; it’s more than you deserve.”

“You can’t be serious!” Mayra protests, her face now full of hate, but now it’s not all directed at Ana.

“Deadly, and now you have three less minutes to pack than you did before.”

“Bastard!” Mayra spits at me. I grin. She looks at me, and then back at Ana. “You’ll regret it,” she snarls and then stomps out. I grab my phone and call the security detail that is on duty in the guardhouse by the gate to my estate.

“I’ve just released Mayra Baxter from employ. She has thirty minutes to leave. Have Robert waiting on her and a man on her as she walks from the house to the limo please.”

“Got it sir,” I hear right before I hang up. Ana is sitting up in bed, her face full of shock.

“Roman, I don’t think… I mean… Why would you… What are you doing?” she stutters before finally getting the only question that matters out.

“I can’t leave until Mayra is gone,” I tell her, unbuttoning my shirt. Ana’s eye watch my every movement.

“About that, there’s still time. Maybe you could talk to her and get her… Roman! What are you doing?” she asks again, her back going straight as I unzip my pants.

“You have thirty minutes to make me forget.”

“Make you forget what?” she asks as I kick off my shoes and discard the rest of my clothes. When I’m completely naked, I walk to the other side of the bed. My dick is hard and leaning towards her. Bastard knows what he wants.

“That you thought for one minute you were leaving me,” I tell her.

“Roman.”

“Shut it, Ana,” I tell her. I palm my dick, stroking it once, slow and hard. I pull her on the bed by her leg until she’s lying crosswise. She doesn’t fight me; I think she’s still in a sort of shock. “Spread your legs wide, Ana.” I order.

She hesitates for just a second, and then slowly opens her legs wide, bracing her feet on the mattress. Her pussy is glistening.
Perfect
. I line up with her entrance and slam home, not even bothering with gentle. I don’t have that in me right now.

“Mine!” I growl like a fucking caveman. Ana’s arms go around me, her nails biting into my back as she stretches to find my ear so I can hear her moan of approval—and then her whisper.

“Yours, Roman. I’m yours,” she reassures me. The words calm the beast inside of me.
For now.