❤︎ let's all take a deep breath....... this chapter contains a warning x
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He closed the door behind me as I was eloped into the darkness of his house. Without a word, he walked up the stairs and I followed, the feeling of tension lingering between us. As we entered his bedroom and he closed the door, I finally decided to speak.

"I came to check up on you. Everyone said you'd left." I began and looked at his back as he still faced the door.

"I'm fine." He sighed.

"Roman –"

"I said I'm fine, Sienna." He cut me off and turned back around. I watched as he shrugged off his suit jacket and hung it on his desk chair before undoing his tie and unbuttoning the top buttons of his dress shirt.

"I'm here if you want to talk. Is it about Emily and Chad?" I offered. He didn't look too in the mood for talking, however.

"I don't want to talk about it." he said and placed his tie by his jacket. "I suspected she had a thing with Chad anyways, they were practically eye-fucking the entire night. Plus, I heard them when I went to find her."

"Then why didn't you call her out? You let her treat you like shit."

"You told Skye you weren't going to the dance." He stated out of the blue. I was taken aback slightly by his harsh tone.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

He shook his head and laughed bitterly to himself. "Nothing. I'm going to take a shower. You can hang here for a bit if you want, I'm gonna make some food after anyways."

"Are you mad at me?" I couldn't help but ask. I couldn't see why he would be, but from the way he was acting towards me, I couldn't help but think for the worst.

"Why would I be mad at you?" he began to unbutton his shirt all the rest of the way down.

"I don't know, you see to be." I shrugged frustratedly. "And me going to the dance was a last-minute decision, I didn't think you needed to know."

He gruffly hummed, obviously bothered by something.

"Okay, what the hell is up?" I huffed and placed a hand on my hip.

"Did you have fun dancing with that new kid?" he asked. The randomness of the question took my aback again. What?

"His name is Oliver and yes." I answered as-a-matter-of-a-factly.

"Were you planning on having sex with him afterwards too?" he took me aback once again.

"Excuse me?" I blinked, slightly appalled by the invasiveness of what he had just asked. What kind of a question is that?

"You heard me, were you planning on letting him drag your pretty ass into his car and fuck you over the back seat?" his voice turned low and menacing as he walked towards me.

I couldn't even believe what I was hearing and pushed his chest, so he stepped back. "You're an ass." I snapped, hurt.

"I'm just asking a question."

"No, you're being an ass." I argued. He didn't look amused. "What? You can dance and have fun with Emily, but I can't dance and have fun with another boy?"

"That's not the point –"

"No, that is the point!" I exclaimed before coldly laughing to myself, running a hand over my hair. "You know, I really didn't pin you as this kind of guy."

He scoffed, "What kind of guy?"

"The jealous kind." He didn't answer. "You're acting like I belong to you or some shit. Well, newsflash, dipshit, I can do whatever the fuck I want!" I stalked towards him. "We're not together!" I pushed his chest. "And you're not my boyfriend!" I went to push him again when he grabbed my wrist tightly and stared down at me, eyes blazing like lighting. "Let go on my wrist." I commanded.

He only stared at me for longer, "Let. Go." I gritted through my teeth, and he finally did, yet still kept staring into my eyes. I huffed and turned, walking to the other side of the room. "And you act as if you weren't doing the same with Emily. Did you enjoy dancing with her, hmm?" I turned back around to face him.

"No." he bluntly answered.

I rolled my eyes, "Oh please, you must be crazy."

"You make me crazy!" he burst. I stilled. What? "Christ, for the past few months all I can think about is you! But you're so fucking confusing I don't know what you want, and I've been driving myself insane by it! You are madness, complete and utter recklessness, but you're my recklessness, and I'd dive right into that fire of yours if it was the last thing I could ever fucking feel."

When the words fell from his lips, I found myself unable to breath. Every part of my body froze on the spot as if each letter of the numerous words latched onto me like weights, and all I could do was look at him.

"I'm gonna take a shower." He eventually sighed and shook his head when my time to respond was up. "You can wait downstairs if you want." He shrugged before opening his bathroom door, slamming it so the noise left lingering echoes crawling amongst the darkness. Once I heard the echoes of shower raining on the floor mix in, I finally managed to breath.

   "You're my recklessness."

His.

He said I was his.

I let out another long breath and pressed the back of my hand to my forehead. God, I felt dizzy now. Whatever he had said, it consumed me. Every word, every syllable, it wrapped me up in strands of attentive warmth, roughy whipping me around, plunging me deep in oceans of emotion before gently placing me on my feet in unknown territory.

I realised I was standing in complete darkness as I looked out of the window and decided to turn the lap on by his bedside. A calming, soft light dimly lit the room, highlighting the shadows lurking all around me.

I should go wait downstairs. I began to walk to the door. He said I should wait downstairs.

He also said you were his.

I stopped and braced my hand against the doorframe.

He also said I was his. His recklessness. I closed my eyes and listened to the noise of the shower. I wondered what he was thinking. Was he thinking of me? Was he thinking of what he just said? Was he thinking about what I was thinking?

I turned my head back to focus on the bathroom door. "But you're so fucking confusing I don't know what you want," what did I want? I tried to empty my mind of everything and focus on that one question. What did I want?

I liked it when he called me 'his'. The feeling of it tingled around my body in small explosions of happiness. Happiness.

"When somebody looks at you like that – like the way he does – sweetheart, that boy would take you to the moon and back, all odds against him, if it would make you the happiest woman on earth."

Roman wanted me to be happy. He's always wanted me to be happy.

I turned around fully and looked at the bathroom door.

I realised I had never felt my happiest than when I was with him. He made me happy.

Slowly, I began to walk towards the door, resting my hand on the handle, lightly pressing my forehead against it. He made me happy. Being his made me happier.

I turned the handle and walked into the steam clouding up the room. I took in a deep breath and walked further in, feeling the hotness tickle my skin. Gazing in the large mirror, I let only one sentence ring in my mind.

"You're my recklessness."

His.

I reached back and unzipped my dress, letting the silk scarlet pool at my feet. Without any hesitation, I slipped out of my underwear and stared at myself in the mirror. I swallowed hard before collecting all my confidence and stepped behind the curtain to the shower.

Roman's naked back was to me, his muscles contracting in the steaming hotness of the shower. I let out a shaky breath and placed a hand on his back, splaying my fingers. In an instant, he turned around and looked down at me. His eyes widened in subtle confusion.

"Sienna? What are you doing?"

"I didn't want to go to the dance alone." I confessed. He stayed silent. I traced my hand over his chest till it rested at his heart. "I wanted to go with you."

It felt like forever before he spoke, "You told Skye you weren't going to the dance."

"I was scared." I admitted. "I was scared and insecure... and I was wrong. I-I wanted you to ask me, I wanted you to buy me a stupid bouquet of flowers and ask me in the cheesiest way possible. I wanted you to buy me some ridiculous corsage that went with my dress, I wanted to drive there in your car, walk in hand in hand... and... a-and dance and have... h-have fun. I wanted that. I wanted it all." I swallowed the lump in my throat, but tears welled up in my eyes as I looked down at my feet.

His hand cupped my cheek, thumb resting under my jaw to tilt my head up to look at him. "I was going to ask you."

My eyes widened. He was going to ask me. He was going to ask me. What happened?

"Why didn't you?"

"Because you told Skye you didn't feel the same." Skye. Dammit.

"I... I lied. I wasn't thinking clearly. I thought..."

He furrowed a brow, "You thought what?"

I took a deep breath and continued, "I thought you didn't need anymore complications in your life. I was scared of messing your life up even more." I began to look down at the floor again, but he lifted my chin up to look at him.

"You're not a complication, you're a constant." His eyes shone in vigorous determination. "You're an endless, Sienna."

"Your endless?" I gazed up hopefully.

He nodded, "My endless. My reckless endless."

A smile took over my lips as I gazed up at him. "I'm still sorry about Emily though. She was so horrible to you."

"How did you find out about her and Chad?"

"I found them fucking in the middle of the halls." I replied and he chuckled softly.

"And then?"

I sighed, "I yanked her hair, slapped her across the face, called her a shallow piece of shit and a bitch." He chuckled in response. "Too much?"

"No." he shook his head, still smiling. "I wouldn't expect anything less." He turned back to dip his head back under the water. I kept my hands on his chest and reached for the soap, pouring a decent amount in my palm before spreading the suds over his skin. I reached from his shoulder all the way down dangerously low on his stomach. He watched me attentively, eyes following every path my fingers carved between the soap and his skin.

Without warning, he spun me around, so my back pressed against his front, and he grabbed the soap, spreading it across my stomach with both hands. I let out small giggles as his fingertips tickled their way along my navel.

They stopped as they reached my chin and turned my head to look back at him, "It was torturous watching you dance with another guy." He confessed. "D'you know how many times I had to control myself not to go over there and kiss you, run my hands all over your body, show everyone how much you mean to me. When I saw you – god – I almost fell to my knees. You're stunning, Sienna. So fucking stunning I can't even breath when I look at you."

"It was torturous watching you dance with another girl too."

He smiled softly and caressed my cheek with his thumb, "We're really making a mess of this, aren't we?"

"Yeah." I chuckled sadly, pulling out of his embrace to stand directly in front of him. "And... I-I don't know what this is... I just know that... that I don't want to lose you."

"You won't."

"And I don't care what consequences comes our way tomorrow. I want to live now... with you." I felt my eyes glaze as I looked up at him.

"Just promise me one thing." He whispered.

"What?" I cocked my head to the side.

"Don't break my heart."

I stood on my tiptoes and brought my arms up around his neck and ran my hands through the back of his hair. "I won't. As long as you don't break mine."

"Never." He shook his head and pressed his forehead against mine. "If you give me your heart, Sienna, I promise to never let it break, I promise to cherish it till the day I die... a little after that too." He whispered against my lips.

The tiniest of smiles captured my expression as I felt his hot, minty breath brush my skin. "Then tell me one thing." I spoke.

"What's that?"

I looked up at him, every ounce of emotion seeping through his eyes. "Tell me I'm yours."

He cupped my face with both hands and whispered, "You're mine, pretty-girl. You always have been. You just keep denying it." And with that, he planted his lips on mine.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, every ounce of passion residing in my body melting into his, burning like a thousand flickering flames, dancing up my bare flesh as his hands pressed hard against my back, pulling me closer to him.

He stumbled back slightly so I was submerged by the water, his hand trailed up my back to grab the low bun my hair was tied into and press me closer as our lips captured one another.

He bent down further to trail his kisses down my neck, biting and sucking on the naked skin as my pulse hammered hard, vibrating across my entire body. I ran my hands through his hair, tugging lightly until his lips worked back to mine, kissing them gently, letting them linger on each other before his hands cupped my ass and picked me up to wrap my legs around his waist. I held onto his shoulders, my hands moulding into his muscles as one of his hands lied steady on my back as the other found my cheek to caress with his thumb like he always did.

I couldn't get enough of him. There wasn't enough of him for me to calm my craving. There would never be, and I'd be needing him for the rest of my life.

Our mouths fought in a battle of tongues and teeth, kissing like it was our last time. He turned us around, so my back hit the shower wall and I wrapped my legs around him tighter. His erection pressed against my stomach and my arousal grew at the hot, throbbing sensation. Lazily, I dropped my hand, teasingly letting my fingertips skim over his chest before grabbing him, stroking him slowly.

His groans rippled against my lips and his kisses got deeper, harsher as I worked him gently, swirling my thumb over the precum leaking from the tip before spreading it down his length.

I didn't want to rush. I wanted to be slow. I wanted to get lost in every moment of it.

In a second, he grabbed my hand from his cock and slammed it over my head, intertwining are fingers as he began to grind his hips against mine. The feeling of his bare, scorching flesh rubbing against mine in the most tantalising way possible sent my head tipping back, biting my lip as the steam of the shower began to cloud us in our own world.

A breathy moan fell from my lips as he took his cock in his hand and began to press it over the part I needed him most, nudging my clit, rubbing his precum all over it as I grind my hips up and down him.

"Roman..." I moaned, gripping onto his shoulder tighter. I only managed to spend seconds gazing up at him to see the longing desire clouding his eyes, sending me into a spiral of desire.

He captured my lips with his once more, "Sienna..." he whispered against them, brushing the wet strands of hair falling from my bun out of my face. The look in his eyes. Fuck. The look in his eyes meant everything.

Without saying a word, he pulled me up him further, so I clung to him, burying my face into his shoulder. He shut off the shower and stepped out, leading us out of the mist of steam, kicking open the door to the soft, tender light of the dimly lit bedroom.

I felt the soft sheets of his bed hit my back before I even registered I was on the bed and within seconds, Roman was in top of me, cupping the side of my face as he kissed my lips once more, leisurely rolling his hips against mine.

A moan escaped my throat as his lips latched onto the hardened pebble of my nipple, sucking and biting the bud whilst the other hand massaged the other one, rolling its nipple between his fingers.

"Roman." I moaned. His lips kissed down my stomach and my back arched in need for more. He reached the bottom of my stomach, nestling his face between my thigh, and panted a long kiss on my inner thigh, biting it slightly causing me to gasp at the stinging yet insanely pleasurable sensation. Once his lips met my core, I bucked off the bed in ecstasy.

His tongue skilfully swirled and worked my clit in its warm wetness, flicking it before sucking it into his mouth.

"Yes..." I sobbed at the heavenly feeling. Every flick of his tongue sent me to places I didn't realise existed. I arched my back further when he hooked my legs over his shoulders and thrust his tongue inside me. "Roman." I moaned and shut my eyes tight. He always made me feel so good. So fucking good.

I was gasping by the time he stopped, and I whimpered at the loss of contact, begging for a release. My hands immediately reached out to bring him to me and he instantly climbed back up the bed to kiss me deep and hungrily. I ran my hands through his hair letting them fall to his back, my fingertips dancing across his hot, hard skin. His erection pressed into my stomach and the desire to have him inside me only grew stronger.

"Roman..." I moaned. "Please."

"You're stunning, Sienna. God, I can't get enough of you." He groaned against my skin. Carefully, he grabbed his cock and pressed it again my core, gazing into my eyes to check for an 'okay'. I silently nodded before feeling him fill me completely, the girth of his cock pressing against my walls as he slowly pushed himself inside.

A mewing sound erupted from the back of my throat and my back arched into him at the perfect pleasure pulsing around my body.

"Sienna." He groaned harshly and buried his face into the crook of my neck. "Fuck, I love the way you feel."

My hands ran across his back, his muscles contracting at my sheer touch, feeling the rise and fall as he breathed heavily as if to try and control himself.

"Move." I begged. "Please."

Gently, he began to thrust in and out, rolling his hips perfectly against mine, both our chests touching in a need to get closer. My head tipped back against the velvety pillows whilst he moved in and out of me. at the most taunting pace that could possibly exist. He pulled his head up to look down at me, something different flooding his eyes.

It was a different look. The look. Never once had I experienced the look but now, as he slid in and out of me, bringing me to the most insane heights of pleasure, all I wanted for the rest of my life was for him to look at me like that. Maybe a little after too.

"Does that feel good?" he murmured.

"Yes... yes..." I gasped. He kissed the side of my head, placing a hand on my breast to massage and pinch the nipple between his fingers.

"D'you feel me? D'you feel how deep inside of you I am?" he kissed the same spot again. I nodded hastily, whimpering, begging for him to go faster. "I want to take my time. I want your body writhing against me, pretty-girl. Can you do that for me?"

"Roman." I begged.

"Shhh." He whispered, bringing a hand up to cup my cheek, caressing the skin