The Villains Must Win-Chapter 143: (18+) Reid Graves 23

[WARNING! Mature Content Ahead!

"I think that . . . I’m beginning to like you . . ."

Roman paused, turning to face Gwendolyn. The moonlight highlighted the vulnerability in her expression, a stark contrast to the silent facade she often presented.

In that moment, Roman saw an opportunity—not just for distraction, but for connection. Leaning in, he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. She responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck.

The kiss deepened, and without breaking contact, Roman led her toward his car. The drive to his hotel was a blur, both lost in a haze of alcohol and suppressed emotions.

Upon reaching the hotel, they stumbled into the room, lips locked and hands exploring. Clothes were discarded haphazardly, and they fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs.

Gwendolyn reached up to yank down Roman’s zipper, freeing his cock from its confines. Fingers wrapped around her wrist as he growled low in his throat. "Not yet," he whispered hoarsely before crushing her beneath him.

They writhed and twisted on the bed sheets, tongues tangling like snakes while hands explored every inch of flesh. It was raw lust driving them forward – no apologies or inhibitions needed when you’re drowning in passion.

Roman dragged himself away from her mouth long enough to whisper against her ear, "I need you," before reclaiming her lips in a hungry kiss. Her body arched into his as he began to enter her, their bodies moving in perfect symphony.

Gwendolyn groaned loudly into Roman’s mouth as his cock plunged deeper, the sensation of being stretched to the limit sending shivers down her spine.

Roman’s thrusts grew more erratic, his body tense with excitement as he bottomed out inside her. The burn was intense, a sharp pain that sent sparks shooting through her brain.

"Ah, it hurts . . . ," Gwendolyn gasped into his mouth, her fingers clawing at his back as she struggled to cope with the intensity of it all.

He grunted in response, his hips pistoning against her like a well-oiled machine. The pressure built and built until she felt like she was on the verge of explosion.

And then . . . it happened. A wave of pleasure washed over her, cresting and breaking upon her senses like a tidal wave. Her screams were muffled by Roman’s kiss, but her body arched off the bed in surrender.

Roman’s cock pulsed deep within her once more before releasing its load in great thick streams. He groaned low in her throat as he climaxed, their bodies writhing together like two snakes entwined around each other.

Their bodies moved in tandem, the only sound being their ragged breathing and the creaking of the bedframe. It was a primal dance, one that left all inhibitions behind.

Roman’s fingers dug deep into her hips as he rocked against her again and again, their skin slick with sweat. She felt him come undone beneath her, his body tense and quivering like a bowstring stretched to its limit.

As they reached the peak of pleasure, Roman growled low in her throat and bit down on her earlobe.

The pain mixed with pleasure sent shivers coursing through her spine. Their bodies convulsed together, releasing pent-up tension like water bursting forth from a dam.

In the quiet aftermath, Roman hovered above her, his breath ragged, skin damp with sweat. Gwendolyn lay beneath him, flushed and dazed, her eyes half-lidded, hair fanned out like a halo on the white sheets, breasts jiggling as he took her hard. For a split second, everything felt still—like he had finally conquered the chaos burning inside him.

But then, it happened.

As he looked down, something in his vision twisted—distorted like a smudge on glass. Gwendolyn’s face blurred, soft features reshaping, morphing. For a terrifying, surreal moment, it wasn’t Gwendolyn beneath him.

It was Tabitha.

Her multicolored hair. That crooked, devil-may-care smile. The look in her eyes like she already knew all your secrets but didn’t care enough to judge you for them.

Roman’s breath hitched.

What the hell—

But it was too late. The realization surged through him just as another wave of release overtook his body. His heart thudded wildly in his chest—not just from the physical climax, but from the deep, raw confusion storming in his head. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

He collapsed beside Gwendolyn, staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of something he couldn’t explain.

What the hell was happening to him?

Roman lifted himself up onto his elbows, gazing at Gwendolyn, but all he saw was Tabitha staring at him with eyes that still burned with desire. "You’re mine," he whispered hoarsely against her skin.

She smiled up at him in a drunken way. Still couldn’t believe what they had done.

Roman’s fingers lingered on her skin, tracing the curves of her breasts before dipping down to cup them.

"You’re mine," he whispered again, his breath hot against her ear. "I’ll never let you go." He wasn’t sure who he was saying those words to.

Gwendolyn was right in front of him.

Her skin was warm beneath his fingers, her breath still trembling as she lay beside him—flushed, bare, vulnerable. He had just taken her virginity. This moment should’ve been burned into his memory for what it was. And yet . . .

He couldn’t shake it.

He wasn’t seeing Gwendolyn.

He was seeing Tabitha.

It didn’t make sense. It shouldn’t make sense. Gwendolyn was beautiful in every way. Innocent. Pure. Desirable. She was everything he thought she would be.

But the image in his mind refused to fade. That laugh, that swagger, that ridiculous confidence in a too-tight red dress hugging curves he hadn’t been able to stop staring at. Tabitha had lodged herself somewhere deep in his brain—and now, even here, even now, she was stealing the spotlight.

He swallowed hard, guilt and confusion crashing through him like a wave. Gwendolyn stirred beside him, but he couldn’t meet her eyes.

Because in the moment that should’ve been all about her . . .

He was still seeing someone else . . . Tabitha.

Groaning in frustration, Roman ran a hand through his hair, the tangled mess of emotions churning in his chest. Anger. Confusion. Desire. He couldn’t believe how much space Tabitha had taken up in his mind—enough to haunt him even in bed with someone else.

Without thinking, he leaned over Gwendolyn again, needing a distraction, a release—something to drown out the image of Tabitha’s smirk, her smile, her maddening curves.

He wasn’t even sure if it was lust or self-punishment anymore. Who knew that he had a thing with chubby women until she came into his life.

All he knew was that he wanted another round—anything to chase Tabitha out of his head.

Gwendolyn shivered beneath him, her body still pulsing from their intense coupling just minutes ago.

Roman’s eyes burned with an unquenchable hunger as he gazed at her. She could feel his cock stirring once more, tempted by the prospect of claiming her again.

"I want you," Roman growled low in her throat. "Make it clear to every man that looks at us that you belong to me."

Gwendolyn felt a thrill run through her as he pinned her beneath him. His teeth sank into her shoulder, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins. The pain was intoxicating, a reminder that she was alive and desirable, not knowing that it was Tabitha that Roman was having sex with.

As Roman sucked gently on the wound, she felt herself melting into him like wax before a flame. Their bodies moved in tandem once more, their sweat-slickened skin sliding together like silk.

The room around them faded away, all that existed was the primal rush of desire, the unfiltered passion that bound them together like blood and bone.

Roman’s cock thrust deep within Gwendolyn again, his body tensing as he released a low growl. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him close as they rode out the waves of pleasure together.

As they crested the peak once more, Roman’s eyes flashed with an otherworldly intensity. He bit down on her neck - hard - and she felt her world go dark for a moment before returning to reality with a gasp.

Roman’s body began to tremble, his cock swelling inside her like a piston in its socket.

"Oh, fuck," he muttered low in his throat. "I’m going to come, baby."

Gwendolyn arched her back, meeting him thrust for thrust as they rode the wave of pleasure together.

The room around them became a blur, lights flickering, shadows dancing on the walls as their bodies moved in perfect sync.

And then it happened, Roman’s cock erupted within her, pumping thick streams of cum deep into her vagina. She felt herself contracting around him, milking every last drop from his quivering flesh.

They collapsed onto the bed sheets, spent and exhausted. The world outside receded into nothingness, all that existed was the intense pleasure-pain coursing through their joined bodies.

As Roman slowly withdrew from her, Gwendolyn felt a sense of loss wash over her – but it was quickly replaced by a warmth spreading through her core. It was as if their combined energies had awakened something deep within her, and she was addicted to it.

He rolled onto his back, pulling her into the crook of his arm as she lay there, spent and boneless. The room around them fade away, all that existed was the soft hum of their ragged breathing and the gentle thrumming of their hearts.

Roman’s fingers wove through her hair, holding her close as they lay there in silence for what felt like an eternity.

And then he whispered something low in her ear.

"You’re mine," he murmured once more. "Forever." Tabitha.

Gwendolyn smiled up at him, feeling a sense of belonging that went beyond mere like or lust.

As Roman wrapped his arms around her tighter, Gwendolyn knew that she would never be free from his grasp. Not because he held her captive, but because she was lost within him . . . forever bound to him.

The darkness crept over them once more, slowly at first, but growing thicker until it enveloped them completely. It was as if night itself had swallowed them whole . . . leaving only echoes of their raw, primal passion to haunt them when morning came.