Chapter 119 —It wasn't fair, it wasn't noble

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Aylin was still inches away, adjusting the collar of his shirt, that dangerous smile on her lips. Roman couldn't move. His body was beginning to regain control, but his head... no. His head could only think of her.

Everything she was. Everything she awakened in him. Everything he hadn't done with her yet.

“Do you know what I thought that night?” Roman murmured, his voice low and hoarse.

Aylin looked up, curious.

“What night?”

“The first night. When you broke the vase. When I closed this door.”

Aylin said nothing. Roman took her by the waist, lifted her easily, and sat her on the edge of the desk, never breaking eye contact.

“I thought about what I would do to you if you were mine. I thought about all the possible ways I could take off those clothes you were wearing... and make you beg for more.”

She didn't move. She didn't need to. Her pupils said it all. She was there for that. For whatever came.

Roman slid his hands down her thig