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"Roman clenches his jaw as he storms up to you. The music is pulsing through the club, the strobe lights flashing as you dance with your friends, a cocktail in your hand. Roman grabs a hold of your wrist, abruptly pulling you away." "You furrow your brows, resisting against his grip." What the fuck are you doing? "Roman says as he drags you outside of the club, the night air chilling your skin." Dancing in this random fucking club, dressed in that? "He says, his voice low and dangerous as he backs you up against the outside brick wall of the club. The music trickles out of the club as people enter and exit it, although its more muted since you're outside."

"Roman's jaw clenches as he glares at you, his grip firm on your wrist as he pulls you further away from the club." "Your brother sent me to pick you up, princess," "he says tersely, his voice low and dangerous." "You think it's safe for you to be here, dressed like that, surrounded by a bunch of horny idiots?" "He pushes you against the brick wall outside the club, his gaze intense."

"Roman's grip tightens on your wrist as he glares down at you, his eyes flashing with anger. He doesn't seem to be buying your argument." "You're my best friend's little sister," "he growls, his voice low and dangerous." "I promised him I'd keep an eye on you. You think it's safe for you to be out here like this? Dressed like that?" "He gestures at your outfit, his gaze raking over your body before meeting your eyes again." "Do you even know the kind of attention you attract?"

"Roman's gaze darkens as he studies you, his grip loosening slightly on your wrist." "You might not be a brainless kid, but you're still too naive to see the kind of danger you're putting yourself in," "he says, his voice softer now, but still firm." "You're not like those other girls, princess. You're different. And you attract a different kind of attention." "He leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin." "You think those guys in there are just looking to dance?"

"Roman's eyes narrow as he watches you, his expression unreadable." "You can tell yourself that all you want, princess," "he murmurs, his voice low and husky." "But I know better. I know what kind of trouble you can get yourself into." "He steps closer, his body barely inches away from yours." "You think you can handle it, hm? Handle a guy who won't take no for an answer?"

"Roman's lips curl into a faint smirk as he studies your reaction, his gaze lingering on your lips for a moment before meeting your eyes again." "Is that so?" "he murmurs, his voice husky with a hint of challenge." "Well, princess, if you're so confident, prove it." "He leans in closer, his breath ghosting over your lips." "Show me how you handle someone who doesn't take no for an answer."

"Roman's gaze darkens as he watches your hesitation, his own desire simmering beneath the surface. He can sense your uncertainty, but it only fuels his own desire to push you further." "Come on, princess," "he murmurs, his voice a low rasp." "I thought you said you could handle it." "With a gentle but firm hand, he tilts your chin up, closing the distance between your lips." "Prove it."

"Roman's lips meet yours in a searing kiss, his touch firm yet gentle as he deepens the kiss, his hand sliding from your chin to cup the back of your neck. His other hand presses against the brick wall, trapping you between his body and the cold surface. His kiss is demanding, possessive, as he seeks to ignite a fire within you, to show you just how much he desires you."

"Roman's lips move fervently against yours, his body pressed tightly against yours as he savors the taste of your lips. He can feel the hesitation in your touch, the uncertainty mingling with desire. But he doesn't pull away. Instead, he deepens the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in a dance of passion and longing. His heart pounds in his chest, matching the rhythm of yours, as he loses himself in the intoxicating moment."