Good evening dear all, as I said before I am posting the new chapter of this story and I really hope you'll enjoy it! I want to thank you for how you welcomed this new story and for your amazing messages and comments: THANK YOU from my heart!

Let me know what you think of this chapter, because you'll see...quite an emotional intense chapter... well, let's see about it :-)

A quick note, if you find Roman's English rather strange or robotic, that's how I wanted it, ok?

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ENNA POV

“Enna.” His voice said with firm and deep tone, his eyes fixed one mine, sending shivers down my spine. “You are beautiful, like an angel.”

An angel.

He said I was beautiful like an angel...no one ever told me that.

They said I was more attractive than girls, more feminine and gorgeous than them, that I was stunning and yes of course, that I was beautiful too. But never been told like an angel. And it wasn’t about his words, but about the way he said them, with his eyes locking mine in a breath-taking gaze.

“An angel..” I murmured studying his face and the dark lines of his eyebrows. He had such strong facial features, but so attractive. His gaze had some sort of influence that unleashed a new Enna and of course that new Enna had no idea of thinking before speaking. “You are not disappointed that I am not a girl?”

“Disappointed?” He asked, probably not getting the whole meaning of the word.

“Do you mind I am not a girl?” I asked differently and his eyes completely struck me there.

He twirled the strand of my hair around his finger as if he wanted to pull my head closer to his, my lips closer to his and I just stared at him in silence, leaning towards his hand. I had no idea why I was feeling in this way, but I wanted to feel his hands on me and I wanted to hear his voice speaking and telling me everything about him.

He laughed in a very sensual but also dark way and brought the strand of hair close to his mouth and then let it go.

“Enna, I saw at first you are a man. I did not know angels are male and so beautiful...” I was completely spellbound. I wasn’t wrong before; this man here really understood I was a guy and not a girl and so the word beautiful really meant something entirely different for him. “You have very sensual body and how to say it in English? Your first look can confuse, because you do not seem a ...”

“A guy?” I interrupted him and then quickly looked away feeling rather childish for acting in that immature way.

He chuckled softly and felt his finger under my chin, turning my face to his.

“No, you do not seem a human. You look like a pure creature, an angel. Enna, you are a man and I know it.”

For I don’t know how many seconds I just stared speechless and breathless at his eyes; his hand left my face, but caught another lock of hair.

“Thank you, Roman.” Something quickly travelled his face when I said his name. I stared again at his eyes and felt again that commanding pull. “Your eyes have something that ... I don’t know how to properly explain it, but have me impossible to move and look away.”

He smiled and his hand moved to my face and then oh dear me, I shamelessly lingered in his touch like a cat, feeling my whole body literally burning.

“What is that man name?” He asked out of the blue and his green eyes suddenly darkened in frightening way.

I felt almost trembling under that threatening glare and he must have realized, because he shifted them away a moment and when he looked back he offered me again that sensual smile, while his hand slipped on my neck. I had never let a stranger touch me or take so many liberties and here I was, being a complete different Enna and not even considering the thought of backing off. I liked his touch; I wanted his touch. And even if it all screamed “shameless”, well, I could not care less at that moment.

“I am sorry, not my business.” He apologized and thought about something. “That was not first time, correct?” I nodded at his question and again his eyes darkened, as his entire handsome face. “You think tonight he will come back?”

I had no idea about that and the mere thought had me freezing on the spot. I already saw Michael like before, like tonight, even if it happened only very few times and those few times it hadn’t been pleasant and easy at all, and once I really thought he was going to hit me or worse. I had been lucky that once I was with Cillian, but had to stop my friend from acting out of impulse and temper. Roman saw my expression and he leaned closer, but not touching me, only intoxicating my sense with his scent.

“It happened again, like tonight, yes?”

“Yes.” I simply said and he groaned and I couldn’t understand why he looked so angered. We had just met.

“You do not need to worry, Enna. I will make sure that man tonight will not be a problem for you. You have my word.” I liked how he pronounced my name; it held a subtle note of something that had my soul vibrate at the sound of it.

“You don’t need to do that, really...even though I appreciate it and...” I bit my lip and breathed out. What was I saying here? I was going insane; of course I was going insane, but even knowing that, I didn’t stop my words. “Thank you, I can’t explain you the reason because I do not know it myself, but your words make me feel protected and safe, thank you.”

He stared me in silence and again something crossed his face. I wondered who he was and what was doing here in Dublin, because he sure had not the typical tourist’s look and I don’t know why, but deep inside my instinct told me he wasn’t of here and not just because of his accent and broken English. I wanted to ask him many things, but it seemed wiser to keep the questions for me, at least now.

“Your friends will worry for you now?” He asked fixing his stirring stare on me, again lingering on my lips. Oh dear me, this man had a scary effect on me.

“I think not now, why? Maybe you need to go?” At that last question Roman quickly looked at his side as if assessing the surrounding around him and then turned his eyes on me and I thought he would say yes, that he had to go.

“No, no need to go.” His deep voice said with a rather inviting smirk. “And you? Need to go to your friends?”

“No, not now anyway.” I simply answered.

He took his glass and sipped his cocktail and I did the same, and while I gave him a rather mischievous and intense look, I lingered my lips on the straw a moment longer than necessary. His eyes flashed on my mouth and a shiver ran down my back at the desire burning in them; he suddenly seized my glass and placed it on the counter and my eyes widened when he came so close to me that I felt his body almost caressing mine. His whole presence was compelling and overwhelming and had me breathe deeper, while my heart raced faster along with my blood. I felt his strong aura wrapping my body and his arm went on the counter beside me, brushing mine lightly. Then his fingers lightly stroked my skin; I tiled my head to better stare at him and for some irrational reason my hand went on his bicep and I let my fingers momentarily trace the line of his muscles. He wasn’t a very bulky man, but just feeling his arm had me know he was made of solid and strong muscles and I swallowed down the sudden wave of overwhelming desire.

“Do you want to dance?” Roman asked and I smiled and nodded, slipping my hand and his and taking a step to the dance floor. He stopped me and I turned giving him a questioning glance, but he simply took a step ahead of me, his hand firmly on mine, and led the way, opening a path in that overly crowded place.

It surprised me that I didn’t feel offended by his action, because normally I didn’t like when guys or men thought they had to treat me like a girl simply for my looks; it did not offend me, because it felt different for him. He was not treating me like a girl, but he was simply taking things in his hands. Roman was without doubts a strong and dominant man, but not in a negative and scaring way.

What he said before about Michael, should have scared me for how serious he sounded, but he just had me breath-less and wanting to be closer to him.

We stopped at some point of the dance floor and stared at each other a moment and the music wrapped around me and so I scrolled my hair back and laced my hands behind his neck. His hands rested a moment on my hips and then slipped on the small of my back and in a quick pull I found myself almost pressed against his body. And dear me I of course only moved closer and let the music guide my movements, feeling his hands and arms around me, having my blood pulsing faster.

EXTERNAL POV

Roman dragged the beautiful creature he had in front of him closer and let his scent and his pure beauty dazzle and drug his senses and rationality.

He should have been waiting for that man, Mikhail, and see if tonight he was coming or not; he should have avoided contact with normal civilians and let them live their lives; he should have minded his business.

Yes, he should have done all of these things and more, but he had in fact done none. He couldn’t resist the pull towards this angelic man and towards his smiling and inviting blue eyes and when that low-life dared to lay his hand on him he felt a storming wave of anger coursing in his veins and a sudden and unknown feeling of wanting to protect that man, to make that bastard pay for his insolence.

To be fair, Roman had wished to kill that man or at least to give him great physical pain, but Enna had stopped him and he felt the need to follow his wish.

And now here he was, feeling his sensual and provoking body moving on his; his slender arms around his neck and his fingers locked in his hair. Roman drew him closer and fought with all his will and strength the need and desire to taste those glossy lips, the burning desire to deep his tongue in that mouth and ravage it for hours, drinking from it, getting drunk from the taste and the sure to be alluring moans.

Yes, Roman felt the primal urge to have this man in front of him moan and writhe in pleasure issued by his own very hands and mouth.

Enna was dancing in such a seductively way that he felt the thirst to possess him entirely; but he knew he could not act out of impulse. Enna was a pure and angelic being and reminded him of the snow, while Roman was a dark and dangerous demon, with a tainted soul.

Enna moved closer following the slow but entrancing rhythm of the music and his blonde and long hair moved behind him, while his tempting lips smiled that mischievous smile; Roman slowly traced his back with his hands and did not miss the way the eyes of Enna flashed and his back arched at his touch.

If you would have the chance to look at them dancing together, you would simply have stopped on the spot and let go of whatever you were busy with. Your eyes would glue to their sensual bodies dancing at the same rhythm and following a music they only knew, and you would have felt the air thick with electricity, primal desire and destined love.

It was as if they belonged to a different world.

Roman had his arms firms and slightly possessive around Enna’s back and his fingers were hungrily tasting the candid skin of the man through the thin top, while Enna had his fingers locked in Roman’s hair and his eyes alluring the man in front of him to dangerous paths.

They were both luring each other towards dangerous and unknown paths, but none of them knew it that precise moment.

The only thing they knew was that they were staring and dancing with someone that they could not resist and felt as if their souls called for the other person.

ENNA POV

We kept dancing longer and his hands on me were driving me almost completely feverish and I longed to feel them all over my body. As if hearing my rather embarrassing thoughts, Roman travelled his hands down on my back, slowly as if he was savouring my body with his fingers, and then rested them on my hips.

In that moment I grinded on him more decisive and he pulled me completely on him. There was no mistaking on how both of us felt and the smirk on his face had me almost purr in his ear.

“You dance in a rather dangerous way, angel...” He murmured on my ear, almost brushing it and leaving me frustrated for the lack of touch.

“What do you mean?” I asked in kind, almost grazing his earlobe with my lips and tongue.  What has gotten into me tonight? I had never behaved in this way and now I couldn’t control it, but the problem was that, I didn’t want to control it.

I felt his grip on my hips tightening and then his lips traced my neck and then I really could not restrain any longer the breath coming from my mouth and let it out on his ear. He sort of groaned and then moved me back.

“Forgive me.” He said and smiled in a sad way that had me feel pain deep inside.

My hands moved on his face and I brought it closer to mine.

“Forgive you for what? You have done nothing, Roman.” Again something went on his face when I spoke his name and now I couldn’t keep my questions quiet anymore. “Who are you? I will not say your name if it bothers you; I am sorry.”

He closed a moment his emerald eyes and then surprised me by suddenly burying his fingers in my hair. Oh that felt too good and I had to restrain my body from showing it.

“Please, do not say sorry. It is not a problem or a bother, yes? I cannot tell you who I am. Just Roman is ok.” I nodded and instead of letting go of this dangerous-looking stranger and leaving him there for good, I slipped again my fingers in his hair and now our lips were barely a breath apart.

My heart was about to jump out of my mouth and my entire body was shivering in burning desire. We just stared at each other without saying a word and then someone touched my arm and I almost jumped.

I turned my head and saw it was Priya, looking at me in a rather reprimanding way. I rolled my eyes and gave her a what-look, but she rolled her eyes in reply and crossed her arms in front of her chest. Roman softly chuckled and set my body free from his touch.

“Priya..” I tried, but she just set a hard stare to me and then to Roman.

“I take you are doing well, right sweetie?” I sure did not miss the sarcastic tone in her question and I knew she was only worried for me, so I didn’t snap or anything.

“Yes honey, I am doing more than well, why? You were worried?” I asked with a playful tone.

I smiled and she snorted probably, since couldn’t hear it with the music and then clutched my wrist. Roman stepped right beside me and his hand went on the small of my back and when I looked up at him, I almost gasped. He had sent a rather threatening glare to my friend, but what mostly shocked me was my reaction. I smiled at him and he relaxed stance immediately, understanding why my friend had acted in that harsh way.

“What is it, Priya?” I inquired once more.

“Is everything ok, Enna? Your sister is tired and wants to go home. I think she just wants to spend the night watching some ridiculous and stupid show on TV with her friends; they were talking about that earlier. For some magical reason, I managed to distract Isabel from telling her what happened before.” I mentally thanked her for that, because Ciara could go overly hyper sometimes.

“What did you tell her?” I asked.

“That you found someone to talk to and she said it was about time, so fine with that. Now, you guys are joining us at the table or what?” I shifted my eyes on Roman and I knew he wouldn’t like to socialize with some hyper girls.

“I think...” I was about to answer, but Roman interrupted me and answered for me, probably sensing what was my friend’s worry.

“If it is ok for you, I will make sure Enna arrives at home safe. You have my word.” Priya planted her inquisitive eyes on him and studied his face and weighted his words, which to be honest left little to no room to doubts about their sincerity.

“If you will do as much as break one hair, I will find your sorry ass wherever is and make you pay and regret for that painfully. You hear me, mister badass-looking guy?” My friend was going out of mind and I looked at her with wide eyes and wishing to almost poke her nose for her words, but I knew she said that only because she loved me. I was anyway afraid Roman might not take that well, but he surprised, again.

“I know that, Priya, the name correct?” She nodded and seemed surprised too. “No need to worry; Enna is safe with me, you have my word.”

My friend studied him longer and then nodded again.

“Fine, but only because I love my friend and I trust his judgement and instinct and if Enna feels he can remotely trust you to keep here alone with you, it means I can trust you too. And you helped him before.” She then stared at me. “You are ok with this?”

“Yes, sweetie, I am not a kid.” I almost rolled my eyes, but I refrained from that.

“I know you are not a kid, silly. But you are too honest and kind-hearted.” I took her hands in mine and smiled at her tenderly; I shifted closer to tell her something only for her to hear.

“Thank you. I think I know what I am doing, don’t worry.” She thought about that and then hugged me.

“I’ll call you tomorrow. Send me a message when you are home; if you don’t do it, I’ll call the Garda and send them to your place.” I giggled and hugged her back.

“Promise, babbu.” She kissed my cheek and then said bye to Roman and after another glance, she left us there.

“You have good friends.” He said now staring at me with a look I could not comprehend.

“Yes, she’s one of my best friends.” He nodded and circled me again with his strong and muscular arms.

“What do you want to do, Enna?” I felt a shiver of thrill ran down my spine at the deep sound of his voice.

“Dance another bit.”

“As you wish.” I drifted closer at those words and slipped my arms around his back. He really had defined muscles and I could feel them even through the fabric of his shirt.

Around two we decided to leave the place and he simply said to wait; Roman retrieved my jacket for me and then called a taxi and we waited outside, since I needed fresh air to quiet down my mind and body.

“Do you mind when I do this?” He suddenly asked studying my face. He meant his taking care of things and no, I sure did not mind it.

“What? You being a perfect gentleman? Of course not; I am a guy, but I sure appreciate and like these little attentions.” I hoped he understood every word I said, because I realized he spoke simple English.

“That is good then.” He smiled and waited with me for the taxi to come.

The air was really cold and I snuggled more in my jacket and scarf and noticed how he was just wearing a simple short black coat over a shirt and how the coat was left open. He sure didn’t mind this freezing and windy air.

“You are not cold?” I asked him with honest curiosity.

“No, I like the cold and I like the snow.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“What is it?”

“Where are you from? I hear you have a rather strong accent, even though is very sexy on you.” I shut my mouth and looked away. Dear me, I was really going crazy here. He didn’t answer immediately, but then caught again a strand of hair in his finger having me luring closer to him.

“I am from Ukraine.” He simply said and then he gazed at the street. “Your taxi is here.” He then thought about something. “That man from before, he knows where you live?” I nodded. “I will come with you, but do not worry, just want to see he is not at your door. I will leave after that, but if you do not want me to..” I placed a finger on his lips and his eyes slightly blinked surprised.

“Thank you, it’s perfectly fine for me. I wanted anyway to ask you that, not for Michael, but simply to talk more to you.” And that was right, because I had no idea if I were going to see this man ever again.

He seemed to reflect on my words and then the taxi stopped right beside us. He opened the door and let me get in first; he sat beside me and I told the driver my address. The taxi-driver was a rather chatty and cheerful man probably around fifty years old and was eager to talk to fight the boredom of working late at night; so we discussed about the usual things and then I felt Roman’s hand on my hair and when I turned my head to look at him, my breathing stopped. He had such intense and piercing gaze and again I felt the burning desire to taste his lips and I unconsciously moved closer, but he smiled and simply stroked my cheek with his thumb.

“You are too pure and beautiful for me.” He quietly murmured in my ear and I went to ask what he meant, but we reached my place and so I went to pay for the drive, but he stopped my hand.

“Please, let me.” He said.

Roman paid the driver and must add he gave him a rather generous tip and the man sure was happy about that. He closed the door and we walked to the main entrance door of the building where I lived; his eyes scanned the place around and then nodded for me to open the gate and so we climbed the stairs to my apartment and when I went to turn the handle, his hand stopped me.

“Enna, maybe is better if I go.”

“Why?” I asked firmly holding his gaze.

“You know nothing about me and I am not good for you.” His voice was leaving me almost empty and hurt, so deep in strong feelings it was.

Why he said that? Who was this man in front of me?

“Why you say that? I want to know you, who are you? I...” He silenced me by suddenly, but not harshly pushing me against the door, trapping me there between his arms.

This man here had such a compelling and raw strong aura around him that it was impossible to resist him.

“Better if you do not know what I am, yes? But I must go, because angel, I want you, I desire to posses you and this is wrong for you. Please, forget about me.”

Those words should have scared me, right? They should have finally wakened me up from this feverish daze I felt since we crossed eyes, isn’t that rational? The mere word “possess” should have frightened and enraged me to incredible extent. But of course nothing of the sort happened; I of course felt the impulse to chain this man to me and seduce him. If anything, his words, his raw and intense words and his undressing eyes had me shiver in growing irrational and out of control desire.

But that was not the only thing now suffocating my throat.

I feared to let him go.

If I were to let him go now, I knew for a fact I would never see him again. Never.

So I moved in his personal space and my hand went on his face, while the other turned the handle of the door. I took a step back inside the apartment and had him follow me by slipping my hand on the back of his neck.

“Stop saying that.” I told him, now fixing my eyes on his, firm and determined. “And what makes you think I don’t feel the same?”

He slightly widened them and stopped there.

“Enna..” His voice began, but I halted it.

“Shh...I want you and believe me Roman, I want you very badly.” With those words I watched his eyes darkening to an almost scary and melting degree and then I took another step inside the apartment and he followed me, closing the door behind his back.

“You do not know me. I am not..” I went to press my lips on his, but he placed a finger on mine. “No, I do not want to taint you, Enna. You are beautiful, pure; you are an angel..”

“What do you mean when you say taint? Do you have something?” He shook his head.

“That is not what I mean, although do not trust me. You do not know what I am and what I do, so if I don’t go now, I will take you and will take you for hours. I do not understand what is this, but I cannot resist you, but if you order me to go..”

“Stay.” I ordered him and he again eyed me taken aback by my sudden change of tone.

“Stay and take me, Roman. I want you to take me and possess me.” I never uttered such words in my entire life. Never. And now here I was, saying such things to basically a complete stranger. But it all felt right. This was not wrong.

His eyes widened and his pupils dilated and after piercing me with a burning gaze for a long silent minute, I found myself pressed against the wall with him inhaling my neck, his hands slipping on my butt and pulling me on his hard and strong body. Oh dear me...I tilted my neck on the side in the need to feel more his mouth on my skin and his hand sank in my hair, bending more on the side my head.

“Hmm...you smell so sweet..” He murmured on my skin and I shivered and moaned.

I hastily pushed my hands inside his coat and thrust it over his shoulders; he skimmed more my neck and then took a step back.

“Enna, I ask you again...you sure? I can leave, now.” His stare was so serious and hard that would have forced everyone looking down or backing off; but I held it and stepped towards him.

“I want you Roman. Am I clear and sure enough?” I felt his hand on my hair and he closed his eyes softly growling.

“Take me, now.” I said with a rather commanding tone I never knew I had in me.

He smirked and I felt about to melt under that sensual and stirring smirk and then again his fingers were on my skin, turning me so much crazy that I heard my own blood pulsing wildly in my veins.

“You are so beautiful...like an angel..and so pure..” His dark and deep voice inflamed me even more and I purred in his ear.

“I am not an angel or a saint.”

“You are an angel for me, Enna. My angel.” Roman bent his face on mine and stroked my jaw with his nose and then travelled to my ear and I just pushed his coat down his arms; he let me do it and soon it fell on the floor, along with my jacket, scarf and our kicked-away shoes. 

“Where is your room? I sure do not want to take you here, even if the idea is very tempting.” I felt his voice on my skin, as if it was actually caressing every inch of my body.

My breathing hitched at those words and when I felt his fingers going under my top, I joined them with mine and he paused taking a step back, thinking I was having second thoughts, but of course he was completely wrong with that. So very wrong indeed. I guided them on the hem of my top and while holding his gaze, I led them to undress me.

“My bedroom is over there, down the corridor.”

Roman seized me with a deep and consuming long glance and then tossed my top somewhere in the room. He took that step back to me and in a blink I found myself in his arms.

“Enna?” I knew what he meant with that.

“I want you, Roman. So take me.” I said with final tone, boring my eyes on his.

He held my stare and kept silent for long seconds; I felt again that pull, a pull that wasn’t only simple physical attraction and I knew he felt the same. It was as if our hearts called for each other, demanded our souls to finally connect.

“As you wish, my angel.”

And at those words I knew I already belonged entirely, soul and body, to this man.

Author's chit-chat:

What do you think? I bet you didn't see that coming or at least you didn't expect things to evolve so quickly and in that direction, right?

I can assure you it was all planned and that was how I intended for the story to go. Now worries, I know it's rather teasing of me to stop the chapter here, but I'll update soon and we'll see how it's going to be between our angel and sexy thug...

Next chapter... Enna AND Roman POV ;-) What will happen?

Until next time xox