Lahat ng Kabanata ng His For A Night: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

MayaBy the time we stumbled through the front door of his place, I was dizzy with need, lips swollen, breath short, heart pounding like a drum inside my chest. Roman didn't speak—not that I expected him to. The silence between us buzzed louder than words ever could.And then he grabbed me—one smooth, commanding movement—and lifted me off the floor.I gasped, wrapping my legs around his waist, arms locking behind his neck. His mouth found mine again, rough and hungry, as he strode into the living room like a man on a mission.The second we reached the surface of the dining table, he knocked everything off in one sweep of his arm—papers, a glass, something that shattered on impact. He didn't care. Neither did I.I was too busy clinging to him, letting the sound of his rough breaths and the way his hands slid over the curve of my body feed the chaos unraveling inside me.Roman set me down on the edge, his body pressing against mine, his hand gripped my jaw as he forced me to meet his ey

Roman I pushed the door open and stepped into the guest room. The smell of blood still lingered in the air, mixing with the sterile scent of the bandages I'd used. My eyes landed on the pale frame lying in the bed, looking like a ghost of a man.Finally.The guy stirred, his eyelids fluttering before he forced them open, blinking a few times like he couldn't believe he was still alive. I leaned against the doorframe, crossing my arms loosely."You're finally up," I said, my voice flat, giving him no hint of sympathy.He struggled to sit up, his face tightening in pain as he moved. Every wince, every shallow breath was a reminder of how close he had come to death. His eyes darted around the room in panic, taking in the unfamiliar walls, the closed door, me.He opened his mouth to speak, but I didn't give him the chance. Dragging a stool across the floor, I set it down by the bed and sat, folding my arms across my chest and fixing him with a hard stare."I don't have time for bullshit,

MayaI felt lodged somewhere between my throat and the heat pooling deep in my belly. I shouldn't want this. I shouldn't want him. But damn him... he knew exactly how to push every one of my buttons.His knee pressed between my thighs, just enough to make my legs shift and squeeze, my body responding like it belonged to him. "Still silent?" Roman teased, his mouth hovering just above mine, breath mingling with mine like a sin waiting to happen. "I guess I'll just have to make you speak another way.""Roman..." I warned, but even I didn't sound convinced.His hands slid to my hips, pinning me harder to the wall like he knew I needed that pressure to stay grounded. I hated how much I liked it. My fingers twitched, traitorous and needy, before they lifted and found his chest. The warmth of him beneath the fabric, the hard ridges of muscle—I didn't think, just moved.I slid my hand down, found the first button of his shirt and started working on it. Alcohol and want blurred my judgment. M

MayaI paced the living room like a lunatic, my bare feet padding across the cold floor, arms folded, then unfolded—then back again. My chest tightened with every second that passed. Roman told me everything would be fine, that he'd handle it—but how could I believe that?Caleb posting that picture wasn't just reckless. It was dangerous. More as if he was trying to pass an information. Why did he broke our agreement? I attended that party because we agreed he will keep my secret. How could I have been blinded and trust him. After all he’s Damian’s brother. What if he told Damian everything?Worse—what if my father sent them?My nails were in my mouth before I even realized it, teeth digging into the already raw skin around the edges. I flinched when I heard footsteps descending the stairs."You'll eat up your nails if you keep chewing them like that," Roman's voice drawled from behind.I spun around, heart pounding. "What if Damian and Caleb come here to get me?" My voice cracked sli

Maya"I mean, did you see the look on Damian's face?" I said, practically bouncing as I walked beside Roman. "The audacity. Acting like I was some fragile thing he used to parade around at family dinners. Honestly, I think I handled him pretty damn well."Roman slid a glance at me, his hands tucked casually in his pockets. "Handled him?" he repeated, that slow smirk playing on his lips. "Sweetheart, your legs were shaking under the table."I stopped mid-step, my mouth dropping open. "That is a lie."He kept walking. "Mhm.""I was perfectly calm.""You were gripping the edge of the seat like it was a lifeline.""I was not!" I said with a dramatic gasp, catching up with him just as we walked to the kitchen. I nearly bumped into his back when he stopped abruptly."You sure about that?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder with a challenging grin.I glared at him, which only made him chuckle."Don't flatter yourself, Roman," I muttered, trying to squeeze past him, but he shifted slightly,