Violet should have stopped, but a dark, naughty side of her rose up to the challenge. Roman thought himself to be the master of seduction, but she could hold her own too.
In a swift, daring motion, she wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him close until she could feel the unmistakable hardness of that shameless wolf. He groaned, a tortured, delicious sound that sent shivers through her. Yet Violet kept her face neutral, determined not to blush like the naive virgin she was. "You were saying?" she lifted a daring brow.
Roman let out a strangled laugh, "You little—fine, what a perfect position to have this conversation."
Violet’s cheeks burned, but she swallowed her embarrassment. If anyone walked in now, there’d be no mistaking what their position looked like. After yesterday’s incident, her reputation was already in shreds; what more did she have to lose? Moreover, with her plans, solid evidence would only fuel the rumor mill.
"Let’s begin this conversation then," he said, sliding his hand beneath her skirt, his touch warm as it glided along her milky, smooth thigh, sending tingles dancing across her skin.
"How was your night?" Roman suddenly asked, throwing her off course. She had been prepared to evade and tackle his probing question, only to be asked this instead. At the same time, she was painfully aware of his hand creeping higher and higher. Slowly. As if he was torturing her on purpose.
Yesterday’s anger returned and Violet told him, "You have quite the nerve sneaking into my bed last night amid my warning."
"You don’t seem to mind sharing the news now," he circled back to the earlier question with ease.
Fuck. Roman was pretty good at interrogation and dangerous. Daisy was right, she had to be extra careful dealing with this guy.
She purred, "Perhaps, I wanted to tell the truth to the whole world. To dispel the rumors that you’re some god in bed."
"Is that so?" Roman played along, "You’re disappointed there was no real action yesterday. You should have told me—I would have given you something and not lies to feed the poor, hungry masses."
He was now drawing slow, deliberate circles on her skin, sending a cascade of goosebumps racing over her body.
She challenged him, "They’d still be disappointed at the result."
Roman chuckled; however, his expression turned serious the next second. "Playtime’s over, honey, so tell me, what are you up to?" He pressed for details. "You never wanted me in your bed, and the next minute you’re insinuating stuff between us? That’s pretty suspicious to me, little purple."
Realizing Roman would not leave until he got something, Violet fed him just a morsel of the truth.
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