It Should Have Been Like This (The Revised Version)

Chapter 86: Oh Boy

A breathless gasp fell from my lips as I threw my head back, my back arching off the bed in a deliciously desperate stretch. But Rominic didn't give me a moment to acclimate to the powerful wave of sensation that crashed over me. He began to rock his hips, plunging in and out at a maddening pace from the very start, driving me wild. My entire body burned with an insatiable heat that pooled tantalizingly in my abdomen, each thrust igniting a fever that coursed through me. I was quickly lost in the delirious bliss of our bodies colliding relentlessly, surrendering to the rhythm we created together.

Rominic hovered over me, his presence consuming, as he cuffed my hands to the bed above my head, rendering me beautifully helpless. He hardly slowed his pace; in fact, every time he felt my walls tighten around him, he responded with heightened urgency, relishing in my pleasure. I could barely obey any order he barked at me, my capacity for restraint evaporating under his relentless assault. At this point, all notions of control faded—he was in a state of no return, and so was I.

With a sudden thrust, Rominic pulled out of me, his dark, lustful eyes raking over the sight of my juices spilling across the mattress. It was both exhilarating and humiliating, a testament to the pleasure he had wrung from my body. In an instant, he shoved himself back inside, just as I reached the crescendo of my climax. I panted beneath him, struggling to keep up with the force and speed of his thrusts, each stroke pushing me closer to the brink again. He had a routine—a delicious, intoxicating routine—of sucking every last ounce of pleasure from me until he finally came inside me.

After the third mind-blowing orgasm, he buried himself deep within me, releasing his warm load, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through my already spent body. I was exhausted, my eyes barely open, yet the warmth pooling in my stomach ignited a sweet, consuming heat that spread across my chest and settled in my core, leaving me breathless.

"You did well, darling," his soft, sultry voice murmured in my ear, kissing my temple sweetly as if I were something cherished. "But I'm not done yet." His words sent a thrilling shiver down my spine, awakening a slight fear within me.

I peeled my eyes open with a flicker of defiance, prepared to voice my protest, but before I could utter a word, the door flew open with a bang, drawing a startled scream from my mouth, slicing through the tension in the room like a knife.

With instinctive reflexes, I pushed him off me, summoning a strength I didn't know I possessed. I hastily wrapped the sheets around my chest, attempting to shield myself, but I was acutely aware that he was still inside me. My heart raced as I glanced toward the door, panic rising in me as I pulled myself upright to break our connection. To my confusion, the doorway was empty, eerily silent.

"What…!" I shifted my gaze back to Nic, who had disengaged from me and was already climbing off the bed, muttering darkly under his breath. "Please tell me the person who kicked open our door wasn't our children," I implored, dread pooling in my eyes as a cold wave of terror washed over me.

Rominic quickly pulled on his shorts, his movements sharp and frustrated. "Beau, did you see who that was?" I asked again, my throat tight and dry, my gaze fixed on him as he approached the door. My body felt heavy; the idea of standing up to confront the intruder seemed impossible.

Nic hesitated at the threshold, gripping the doorknob tightly. He glanced back at me, and my heart tightened at the sight of sheer worry etched across his face, as though he had just received devastating news about someone he cared for deeply. "Rominic—"

"It was Rylee, and she was in tears," he said flatly, the words hanging in the air like a dark cloud before he stepped out, shutting the door firmly behind him.