Page 103 of Breaking Away

My mouth parts. I feel barely coherent looking at what he’s done.

“You make me so fucking hard, Kavi.” He lowers the apron.

“W-why the tape?”

“Because you asked for me to be naked, and I can’t not be hard when it comes to you, but it wasn’t about me. You didn’t need to see it and think—or be pressured?—”

I’m not pressured. I’m empty. It would stuff every part of me it tries to enter. My mouth. Pussy. I would be so full of his cock it would be all I could feel.

“Stop it,” Dmitri growls. “Don’t look at it like that.”

I reach for him.

“You can’t.” He staggers back. The effort to constrain himself is painfully obvious. “You trusted me not to touch. But I don’t—I can’t—I don’t have control right now. If you touch me—” Theshake of his head is miserable. “No, I won’t let you down again. You have to trust me.”

With that said, he rushes out. As if he can’t possibly be in the same room as me right now.

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DMITRI

Fuck,I might not make it.

I need to run, but I can’t with this knee.

I grip my cock, squeezing it as I drag myself towards my room.

No, I won’t make it.

My hard length jerks, spurting on the floor of the corridor.

A mess spreads at my feet.

This is just attraction, right?

If I finally sink into her, does it go away? If I bend her over and take her clit into my mouth, will I find peace? If I help her move on and achieveherhappiness, will I stop worrying about it? The shreds I was torn to, hearing her talk about canceled vacations and not being chosen haven’t repaired.

I don’t know what to do.

If I gain back that precious trust, does this miserable pain ease?

She didn’t need my hands or my mouth or my cock tonight.

And I want her so badly I can’t think straight.

43

KAVI

I sleepinto the afternoon and when I finally get out of bed, I gawk. In the living room, a crew of people are setting up hors d’oeuvres, readying champagne glasses, and bunching up floral arrangements.

“Mademoiselle,” says the one closest to me. “Can I get anything for you?”

“Who are you?” I ask, genuinely flabbergasted.

“The party planning committee.”

At my blank stare, he informs me the owner of the house is on the terrace.

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