Intense by C.M. Steele
Chapter Two
Amelia
Did he just toss a sexual comment at me? Or was that his way of trying to shut me up? Either way, it worked. My pussy hasn’t stopped soaking my panties since he stormed up to me with vitriol in his eyes, but I didn’t miss the way he made sure to linger on my chest. For someone who doesn’t want me around his dad, he did enjoy the view.
“So how long are we graced with your presence?” I lace my words with sarcasm. A rich bastard with a superiority complex; I’m going to love pushing his buttons until he leaves.
He tosses me a scowl that only adds to his sexy face. “For as long as I please. How long have you lived with my dad?”
“A month, but I’ll be off to college in less than two weeks, so it’s not like I’ll be staying there long.” A low growl comes from him. “Is that too long for you?” I bite out, hating how much he dislikes me. When his father showed us his many pictures and proud articles about Roman, I got a schoolgirl crush on the man. He’s everything dreamy, at least on paper.
I didn’t know what to expect, but I hoped he’d fall madly in love with me. I almost laugh to myself. What a childish thing to think, just because he looks like a handsome prince. He’s really not. He’s an ass that I can’t stop stealing glances at. He’s tall, rugged looking for a man in an expensive, perfectly tailored suit to fit his well-sculpted body, and I ache to run my hands over his jaw.
“No. I won’t be here that long. Where are you going to college? My dad footing the bill for that too?”
“Actually, Mr. Judgmental Jerk, I’m on a partial scholarship with the rest of the tuition payments coming from the money my father left for me when he died.” I lost my father four years ago to a boating accident. He’d been an avid fisherman and a storm kicked up, he hit his head, and he fell into the ocean. They lost him in the waves. It took a day to find him and by then, there was no saving him. I miss him because he was the best dad I could have ever asked for.
He freezes, and I know what's coming next. I put up my hand and stop him in his tracks. "Stop. Don't bother saying sorry. It's not like you're really sincere. Besides, by the time our acquaintance is over, you'll have racked up plenty more."
"Well, Princess. I had no intention of apologizing for shit, and I'll make a note to save myself the trouble. Since I'm no gentleman, get yourself in the car." He walks around the front of the vehicle that I hadn't noticed was in front of us already. I pull open the passenger door and climb inside without another word to him. I smile, knowing I've pissed him off again. The next few days are going to be great.
He catches me smiling and gives me a scowl before putting on his seat belt. "Any time today, Princess." Oops. I click mine into place and stare out the window.
We drive in silence, and it’s killing me. I steal a glance when the light turns red, only to find him looking at me. “What?” I toss out bitchily.
“Nothing.” The light changes, and he goes without another word. I can’t tell if he’s tense because of me or just around women in general. I don’t know much about his past other than his dad said his mother ruined Roman’s relationship with women. He has a clear disdain for them.
I bet he’s a fuck-them-and-leave-them kind of guy. He seems so angry and intense that I bet he’s broken a lot of hearts even if he doesn’t mean it. I don’t care because I’m not going to fall for him. I repeat that lie to myself. For a month, I’ve had images of Roman in my head.
“We’re here,” I call out like it’s complete torture to be trapped in a car with him.
“Yeah. I know.” He turns off the car and steps out with his long legs in his suit. I waltz to the door.
“Amelia.” I turn around to see my date, Jake. “You’re home.” He gives me a wide smile that I wish came from my stepbrother. Jake’s a cute boy, but he’s still a boy in my eyes. We’re both going to school in New York, which is a super coincidence. I like him, but for some reason, I don’t have any interest in seeing him again.
“Yes. We got kicked out of the hospital. I’m sorry about tonight.”
“No, it’s cool. I’m just glad Mr. Edwards is okay.” He looks over to Roman, who is suddenly interested in our conversation and moves right next to me. Fuck, he’s practically standing in front of me. “Oh, hello, Mr. Edwards.”
Roman only nods. “No, she can’t go out tonight,” Roman says. I want to tell him that it’s none of his business and that Jake’s probably not even thinking that, but when I look at Jake, he’s actually disappointed.
“Goodnight, Amelia. Call me tomorrow. We can plan something for the weekend.”
“Sounds nice.”
“Amelia, inside,” Roman orders, gripping my hand and tugging. A jolt of electricity shoots through me, so I yank my hand free like I’m annoyed and not turned on. This is going to be a very long and intense visit.
“Goodnight, Jake.” I wave at him and then walk past my stepbrother, who is a walking example of intensity. The man needs to chill.
“What’s up your ass?” He does realize that I don’t have to listen to him, right? Hell, do I even realize it?
“Watch your mouth.” I walk up to the hallway mirror and stare at myself like the smartass I am. It’s a big mistake because he’s on me in a second. My back is pinned to the wall, his hands pressed against the off-white surface, bracing my head. “You’re a little brat who needs a good spanking and to stay away from little boys who only have one thing in mind.”
“What if I want that one thing? What are you going to do about it?”
“Don’t tempt me to show you, little girl.” He steps back.
“My mouth is fine, by the way. Or at least that’s what Jake says,” I lie. We’ve never even kissed. Why am I trying to get Roman worked up?
“If you’re trying to rile me up, it’s not going to work. I don’t like loose women or girls.” He winks and walks away.
“At least Jack knows how to speak to a woman,” I shout out, realizing my gaffe immediately.
“Can’t keep your boyfriends’ names straight?” Damn it. I’m getting more worked up than he is. This plan is quickly backfiring.
“Fuck off,” I yell, raising my chin up at him.
“Oh, I plan to. I’m going to take my grown-man cock and fuck off to thoughts of what that smart mouth is going to get you. Now, go to bed.” I only do what he says because I’m afraid I’ll ask to watch him stroke his cock. Damn, is he trying to push me away? Or not?
I try to dash up the stairs, but like a klutz, I fall up them. I bang my shin so hard that I’m doing my best to fight back tears. It’s going to leave a bruise. Groaning, I attempt to stand when I find Roman with his arms around my waist, lifting me up like I weigh nothing. His firm body presses hard against mine. We both stay still, absorbing the moment when I notice he’s stiff and huge. “Are you sure you’re an adult?” he attempts to tease, but his voice has thickened.
I roll my hips back and let him know that I know. “Adult enough to feel your cock against my ass,” I sass, turning my head to glare at him.
“Keep it up, and you’ll feel it on your tongue.”
“Thanks, but no thanks. I don’t fuck assholes or suck their large cocks.”
“One day you will, Princess. After you’ve grown up, I’ll have you on all fours.” He swats my ass and cups my pussy. “I’m so fucking right and wrong. Go to bed and lock your door.”
“Don’t trust yourself?”
“No, suddenly I don’t.” I’m surprised by the honesty in his voice and the look on his face. It’s a mix of fear and confusion. I don’t even complain that he just groped me because I wanted him to rub me some more. Now I’m going to have to fuck my own hand tonight. The asshole.
“Goodnight, Roman.”
“Goodnight, Princess.”
I rush into my room and close the door, locking it instantly; it’s not because I’m afraid he’ll sneak in, but because I might creep into his room. I strip down and slip into the shower. As I lather up my body, I remember the feel of his strong, firm hands around my waist. I thought fantasizing about the guy was easy before; now I have an actual memory to add to it.
What if he’d flipped me over on the stairs and pinned me as he ground his cock against my soaking wet pussy? It throbs as he dares me to come. He knows I want to and if I push a little more, he’ll give me just what I’m asking for. I cry out, hand rubbing my clit, and press my head back against the wall as I come with Roman’s name on my lips. After I finally make it to my bed, I find Roman back in my brain and all thoughts lead to trouble.
“Shit. My phone.” I should go get it, but I’m not going to because I’ll be tempted to poke the bear and see how far he’ll take it.
