Chapter 39: Let me suck your tits

Ivy’s pov

Five months and ten days until my father hands over the company, and what was I doing?

While my shoes crunched on the gravel of the Winslow Estate as I approached the entrance, my phone screen glowed with pictures of the bane of my existence all over the company’s Instagram account.

The page seemed like a shrine dedicated to my stepbrother, flashing his slimy smile and teeth with the directors in Berlin and basking in the glow of my restructuring plan. The comments section filled with people praising the "Kingsley’s brilliant son."

"Morning, Ivy,"

"Morning, Donna," I called back to Donna as I walked past the kitchen down to my room.

My thumb swiped across the screen to take away Jake’s stupid photo when another news headline screamed at me.

Senator Alan Wood Found Seriously Wounded After Being Missing For Five Days. He Was Last seen at the Starlight Ball.

The picture displayed was quite brutal; the distinguished politician was a mess of bruised flesh and swollen eyes.

That was terrible. How did anyone get to a man that protected? Especially at the Starlight Ball. I had been at the party, and the security was top-notch; I had no idea he was even missing-

My phone buzzed, cutting my train of thought.

Kai: It’s past eight. Your jiggling ass is going to get whipped since you’re late; I’d bet you would like that.

Heat, stupid and traitorous, pooled between my thighs.

Jackass, it had been so hard to have an orgasm last night after he hung up on me; I almost went insane. And Angel throwing a fucking tantrum in my room last night also killed my mood.

I had thrown him out of my room and slammed the door shut in his face. He had a baby mama to hover around, I didn’t need him acting like a rabid dog after what he did to me.

Ivy: I’m not a dog, you asshole.

I hit send, a surge of pure defiance propelling me out of the room after I had changed into my uniform.

I stormed to the storage to get the cleaning cart, and instead of going down to his room, I stalked towards Roman’s room instead, wanting to keep Kai on his toes.

Oh, he would be furious, but he deserved it for planting a spy cam on me in the first place. Who the fuck in their right mind does that?

Roman’s door was unlocked, the golden handle gleaming at me. My fingers wrapped around it, turning it open, and I slipped inside.

His room was bathed in a soft, hazy morning sunlight. Roman was asleep, a tangle of tan limbs and sun-kissed blonde curls on his massive bed, barely covered by the white sheets.

He looked peaceful, almost angelic, and compared to Malachi, he really was one. A soft gentleman- my eyes trailed over his exposed, naked torso, and my mouth went dry- who was piping fucking hot.

The tattoo of a bird with its wings spread apart gleamed on his chest, reeling me in. Then remembered what happened the last time I had ogled one of the Knight brothers in bed, how embarrassing that had been.

I couldn’t have that happening, so I figured I would quietly do my job instead before I woke the beautiful beast.

I moved to his dresser to rearrange them when my eyes caught on the slightly ajar top drawer.

Curiosity had me peeking. Tucked in the corner was a photograph of three boys and their parents. Roman and Malachi were quite unmistakable even at eight years old, grinning at the camera with identical, gap-toothed smiles.

Did they even lose their tooth at the same time? How could two people who were so identical be so different?

Gideon stood behind them, much older, his gaze fixed not on the camera but he was looking up at their parents.

All I knew about their parents was that they died ten years ago, and it was that year the Knight devils left Wisteria after causing much havoc and still causing much havoc even after they left. Why did they return? They were running their company just fine without being in Wisteria-

"Oh my," A deep, raspy, melodic voice called behind my ears. I jumped, air stolen from my lungs as strong, warm arms wrapped around me from behind.

Roman’s body was a solid wall of heat against my back, his chin hooking over my shoulder. He was naked. His cock, already thick and hard, was a searing, heavy weight pressing against my ass through the thin fabric of my uniform.

"What a wonderful view to wake up to."

"R-Roman," I stammered, dropping the picture, swallowing as his scent, the heady, intoxicating smell of cinnamon, filled my head.

"G-Good morning,"

"Hmm," he hummed, the sound a low, melodic rumble that vibrated through my chest and straight down to my clit.

His elegant hands began to roam over my body, sending ripples and shivers of pleasure streaking through me. "Hi, my soft Vivi."

"I’m kind of in the middle of something," I laughed nervously as his long fingers slid up my waist, tracing the curve of my ribs before cupping my breasts, kneading them possessively through my maid uniform. The friction of my dress and bra molding against my tits was maddening.

"You can clean later, Vivi. Right now, I have a much better mess for us to make."

"I have work to do," I protested, but the words were weak, breathless things that did nothing to stop the flood of arousal gushing between my thighs.

"Work on me," His fingers found the zipper of my dress and dragged it down with a hiss.

"Roman, I really-"

"Shhh, beautiful. Let me worship you." His lips found the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, and his tongue licked a long, slow stripe against my skin, the wet heat making me shudder.

He sucked gently, pulling the flesh into his mouth, and my head lolled back against his shoulder, a soft moan escaping me. The scent of cinnamon and lavender filled my senses, clouding my judgment.

The dress sagged open, and his hands slipped inside, pushing the fabric down to bare my breasts to the cool morning air.

"God, look at you," he breathed, his voice thick with pure awe.

I whimpered when he palmed my mounds, his thumbs brushing over my cherry nipples, which instantly pebbled into tight, aching peaks, desperate for more of his touch.

"They’re so lush, sweetheart." He gently grabbed my jaw, turning my head towards the mirror on the dresser. "See what I see? See how fucking breathtaking you are, Vivi,"

My own reflection stared back, with flushed cheeks, parted lips, and eyes dark as desire flooded my veins. Roman stood behind me like a golden god of sun and sin, his hands on my body like it was his most prized possession.

He held my plump breasts, lifting them, pushing them closer to my lips.

"Think you can suckle them for me, sweetheart? Part those pretty lips. Good girl. Open up for me."

He pushed one breast up, angling it towards my mouth. The request was so dirty, so intimate, I felt a fresh gush of wetness soak my panties, the fabric becoming damp and slick against my skin.

"Please, Vivi, I want to see you suck your tits."

Now who on earth could say no to the passionate look of yearning on his face?

Hesitantly, I leaned down and wrapped my lips around my own nipple; the sensation was both foreign and electrifying.

Roman groaned, a sound of pure, pained pleasure that shot straight to my core. His hips ground against my ass, his thick cock sliding between my cheeks, the friction through my uniform making me dizzy with need.

"That’s it, my good girl," he praised, his voice strained as he watched me suck on my nipple.

"Coat them for me. Get them all wet and glistening for me." I moaned, obeying, my tongue swirling on my nipple as I lapped the pink areola surrounding them.

My tit glistened with drool, making my skin shine.

He pushed my second tit up, and my mewls were muffled from sucking both tits. I sucked until I was panting, arching back against him, seeking more pressure, more of his hard body, his cock.

He released my breasts gently and reached down, hooking his fingers in the hem of my dress.

He yanked it up, baring my ass and the flimsy lace of my panties. His cock slipped under the lace strap, the hot, velvety skin rubbing against my cheek as he humped me slowly, a delicious, teasing rhythm. One hand slid around my front, dipping into my panties.

"Oh, Vivi," he groaned, his fingers finding my slick, swollen folds. "So soft. So wet and flowery. I need to taste you."

He teased my entrance, circling my clit with a feather-light touch that was pure, exquisite torture. He was gentle, but he was teasing me, pushing me higher and higher until I was a whimpering, aching mess, my body trembling uncontrollably.

Precum leaked from his cock, coating my ass cheeks as his grinding grew faster, more frantic. Then, with a guttural groan of frustration, he pulled away.

"No, oh no, Ro, come back," I whimpered, my body feeling suddenly cold and empty.

He spun me around, and I let out a sigh of relief when I saw his hazel eyes were now a fiery amber with lust as he pinned me against the dresser.

My mind was a fog of lust and confusion, trying to rationalize, to make excuses for what was happening, but he dropped to his knees, and it wiped every thought away.

His curls brushed my legs as he lowered his head, pushing off my slippers and pressing a soft, reverent kiss to my big toe, his warm lips sending a jolt straight up my leg.

No one had ever... what was he doing?!

His tongue darted out, tasting my skin, and I couldn’t stop the gasps spilling from my lips. His kisses climbed up my legs slowly, up the inside of my ankle.

His hands gripped my calves, squeezing gently, his thumbs stroking my skin as he licked a path up my shin. When he reached my knee, he sucked the sensitive skin there, his teeth scraping lightly, making my knees buckle. I had to grab the dresser to stay upright.

"Ro," I breathed, my voice trembling.

He looked up at me from the floor, his hazel eyes glowing amber, full of expression, pure adoration.

His hands slid higher, massaging the backs of my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh as he nipped and licked his way towards the place I needed him most.

"Open up for me, beautiful," he whispered in a honeyed rasp. His breath was hot against my lace-covered, dripping-wet cunt. "Let me worship you properly."