Roman paused outside the house for a moment after he closed the door.
Why did he feel like this was the last time he would see Evelyn?
He’d thought they had come to an understanding after last night. Evelyn had been...
He closed his eyes and fought the hardening of his body. Even after showering, he could still feel her, and he could still hear her cries. She was exquisite. Her smell, the taste of her, everything.
They wouldn't reach those heights if Evelyn didn’t completely trust him to take care of her during and after. He supposed the romantics would claim she was made for him. Made to please him. Made for him to do every single deviant thing he wanted to her body.
That’s why her declaration that she was still leaving had felt like she’d brought a hammer down on his head.
It was just sex, so it shouldn’t matter to him, but the thought of her leaving... The thought of her doing all these things with someone else made him want to kill someone.