Pillow Talk

Elena knew who stepped into the room before her gaze fell on him in the mirror. She could feel the change in the air, how the tension moved and filled the place that was covered in white and pink babyroses. Everything was serene right until the moment he appeared. It was like a dark cloud fell over them, turned the atmosphere heavy, nearly electric. His tall frame leant against the doorframe, legs crossed at the ankles, arms over his chest.

"Nearly didn't recognize you looking so decent," he said as he removed his sunglasses. "Almost decent," he added on a second thought as his eyes roamed over her body. She only wore a white corset, lace panties, and matching stockings, the dress itself was yet to wrap around her. Her hair fell over her back in long wavey locks, tiny little pearls shone as rays of the sun brushed them.

"You weren't invited." Her voice was surprisingly calm even though there was a raging storm destroying her from the inside. She reached for her mascara and applied some on her lashes.

"Why are you doing this, Elena?" His voice was straight, she could hear the suprassed frustration in his tone and for a moment almost fooled herself to believe that he cared.

"Because I'm worth it," she replied and lightly placed the mascara back on the table before she reached for the light pink lipstick she chose. "Game over, Roman. Go away." She pursed her lips to get the colour everywhere.

"What is it with you and your stupid idea that this is a game? Just let it go, girl." He growled and pushed away from the door. She watched him slowly approaching her, like a predator closing in the distance between them. "This is not a game." He said firmly, pointed at her long mermaid style gown hanging on the rack before he pushed it over. She winced and swallowed hard as it fell on the floor with a light thud.

"And yet, I'm winning." A smirk played over the corner of her lips. Smile even though your heart is breaking was something her grandmother always told her, and she surely learnt the lesson perfectly.

"You think you are winning?" He snorted with a shake of his head as he stepped behind her. His tall frame towered above her and she crossed her legs instinctly. His thumb brushed over her bottomlip, smeared her lipgloss over her chin slightly. A gasp escaped from her, followed by a shudder. His intense gaze was set on her refliction in the mirror as his hand slowly travelled down to her throat.

"You almost fooled me to think you weren't a whore." His low voice was a perfect match to his hand around her neck squeezing just hard enough to lure a pathetic moan out of her. The tiny pearls of her necklace pressed against her throat as a reminder of how true his words were. "Look at you." He mused, his free hand slipped over her shoulders, down her chest, and under her white corset, kneaded her breasts firmly. "I bet you're already soaking for me, craving my cock on the day of your wedding day."

"Fuck you, Roman," she hissed through gritted teeth. Yes, she was wet for him as soon as she felt his presence but she was not ready to through herself at his feet just because she had an unhealthy addiction to him.

"As you wish, Elena." She had no time to process his words. He was too fast. Roman pulled her up quickly and pressed her front against the table, jewelleries, makeups scattered around on the floor as her body swiped them off. His hands fisted her panties and ripped them off with a swift move. A shiver ran over her spine as the air hit hear drenched middle. "I'm going to show you who you really are." He whispered with a rough voice as he leant over her and opened his fly. She was panting heavily, her skin tingled, her entire body was on fire. He pulled a condom over his cock and pressed against her middle. "You know what to say if you want me to stop." She did. Two letters. Two letters she was never able to use against him. His cock lingered at her entrance as he waited for her to protest for a couple of moments. Her entire being was shaking, she should open her mouth, she should tell him to fuck off, that she never wanted to see him again, that she regretted the day they'd met and yet, her lips remained sealed as they stared at each other in the mirror. Her hips moved back to him and it was his turn to smirk at her before he thrusted into her awaiting hotness with such strength, the table moved with them. Her hands pressed against the mirror and she closed her eyes. Her back arched as she pushed back to him eagerly. "Oh, no, no, girl, open your eyes. You hear me, Elena, fucking open your eyes and watch it." He growled in a deep voice. Roman touched her on a basic level, in a way no one else could, a part of her that no one else had access to. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up roughly. The tiny beads from her perfectly styled locks knocked against the hard wooden floor. "Fucking watch who you really are, girl." He groaned as he fucked her relentlessly, his cock touched parts of her she nearly forgotten were existing at all. Her eyes fluttered open and she gasped. Her cheeks were flushed, her green eyes were huge, and darkened with lust, her lipstick was smudged over her face. "Do you see this?" He breathed against her ear, his free hand sneaked around her throat and squeezed tightly. Her muscles contacted his cock and he growled deep in his throat. "This is you." He pulled her corset off her breasts, and slapped her tits repeatedly, turned her chest a matching colour of her face. She whimpered as his hand landed on her ruthelessly, her mind was shutting down, the sensations edging to overwhelm her. "This is the real you and not that fucking pastel Barbie that useless piece of shit is turning you into." She felt her chest tightening, unable to move her gaze from the mirror. There was something tragically beautiful as that beautiful man possessed not only her body but her soul as well. "Stop lying to yourself."