After dinner

The doorbell rang just after nine.

I was already flushed—sitting on the couch in my softest crop top and shorts, legs pressed together, my body humming from the anticipation I’d carried all day. My boyfriend glanced at me with a little smirk before getting up to answer.

I heard the door swing open.

And then I saw him.

Roman stepped into the room, and it was like the air shifted around him. He was massive—nearly seven feet tall, broad-shouldered, built like a statue with thick arms and a chest that stretched his tight black shirt. He ducked under the doorway, smiled when he saw me, and said, “So this is the pretty little thing I’ve been hearing about.”

My cheeks burned.

He walked over, slow and confident, his presence making the room feel smaller by the second. When he stood in front of me, I had to tilt my head up just to meet his eyes.

“You weren’t kidding,” he said to my boyfriend. “They’re even cuter in person.”

I bit my lip and looked down, my thighs pressing tighter together.

We all sat together in the living room—Roman on one end of the couch, my boyfriend beside me, his hand on my thigh. Roman’s laugh was deep, warm, and confident, like he already owned the space around him. We had drinks—just enough to loosen nerves—and the whole time, I could feel Roman’s gaze on me.

Every time I laughed or shifted or blushed, his eyes followed.

“So,” he said eventually, stretching his long arms across the back of the couch. “You ready for what’s about to happen, baby?”

I nodded softly. “Yeah. I want this.”

Roman leaned in, eyes locked on mine. “You sure?”

I swallowed. “Yes.”

That was all he needed.

He stood, towering above both of us, and held his hand out to me. I took it without thinking, letting him help me to my feet. He didn’t let go as he led me down the hallway, my boyfriend following behind.

The bedroom felt different now—warmer, heavier. Like it belonged to someone else.

Roman sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide. My boyfriend stood behind me, hands on my hips.

Roman looked me up and down slowly. “Strip for me.”

I didn’t hesitate.

I pulled my top off first, baring my small chest, my soft curves. Then my shorts slid down my legs, leaving me exposed, ****, and aching.

Roman’s voice was calm. In control. “Get on the bed.”

I crawled on, heart pounding, my boyfriend climbing in behind me.

I could already tell—

Roman was in charge now.

And I was ready to be taken.