Page 6 of Ruthless Serenade

Maron

As the morning light creeps through the silk curtains, my boner wakes me up.

I lie in the guest bedroom; my cock is so hard, it nearly hurts. Last night, I was going to fuck Eva, my girlfriend of two long years, but she got on my goddamn nerves with her neediness, so I changed my mind. I moved to the guest room for the night.

Eva’s a great girl, but last night, her jealousy reached new heights. So, when she started her“We've been together for two years, Maron. How much longer do I have to wait?”conversation right after I let her suck my dick, I couldn’t stomach her delusional bullshit anymore. So, I slipped out of bed, leaving her to her fantasies of a happily ever after. I knew she’d be a mess in the morning, but I was too tired to give a shit.

To be frank, I don’t know how I’ve stuck with her for two years. She’s been alright at the beginning, but lately, she’s becoming a fucking headache. It’s clear that she wants more than just a fuckbuddy, and I can’t give that to her. I’ve already found myself thinking about cutting her loose before she suffocates me with her clinginess.

For a moment, my erection makes me consider going back to Eva for a quick fuck, but then, my thoughts shift elsewhere.

Mindy.

It’s been seven long years since I kicked her out of that party. Right before Shirkov shot me and almost had me killed. Almost. The doctors tell me it’s a miracle that I’m still alive. Little do they know that it takes more than a bullet to take me out.

I’d been a ghost for the last seven years, carefully staying away from the spotlight. In fact, I saw that whole shitshow with Shirkov as an opportunity to disappear from the public eye. It’s better this way. More peaceful. And definitely safer for the little family I have left. Nobody needs to know that Maron Korolev is alive, except for my family, a few close allies, and business partners.

But even after all this time, I still think of Mindy Williams. Especially now that Eva is starting to get on my nerves. But the facts remain facts. Mindy betrayed me in the worst way possible and I can’t just ignore that. So, why is it that I still have a soft spot for her?

Cut it out, dolboyob.

It was me who terminated everything between us, and for a good fucking reason. Seven years have passed since I last saw her. And seven years is a very long time. It’s time to move on. Not to mention that love has no place in my screwed-up life.

A fuck would be good, though. My cock is throbbing hard. There is something about a morning glory - it’s not the kind of erection that I can just will away. It demands immediate release. And all it takes is one mental picture of Mindy to get me going.

For fuck’s sake, Korolev.

She’s the woman who betrayed you.

And you’ve not seen her for a fucking eternity.

I really don’t know what it is about her. For the last seven years, there hasn’t been a day when I didn’t think of her. Despite the way things had ended between us. The Tramoxine launch party was supposed to be my crowning achievement, but instead, it turned into a goddamn shitshow. All thanks to her. And Maurice, of course. My loser half-brother whose fuckup with the kidney deal almost led to my death.

I can practically hear Shirkov’s gunshot ringing in my ears. I can almost see the panic on everyone's faces before my world went black. Leonid Shirkov, that ruthless bastard, decided to make his move against me that night, and take revenge for his daughter's death. The chaos, the screaming, the blood - it's all seared into my memory.

Frankly, I can’t really blame Shirkov. I would have done the same thing in his shoes. It was the perfect night to enact his revenge. And after Maurice’s colossal fuckup, I can’t even hold him accountable for what he’s done. He did what any desperate, grieving father would do after losing his daughter. I had a daughter once, a long time ago. If anyone, I understand what it feels like to lose a child.

Maybe I did die that night. Sometimes, I wonder: am I still alive, or am I already on the other side? Whatever the case, when I saw Mindy cradling Maurice that night, I knew I lost her forever. And then, I lost Maurice too. It was the icing on the cake. I knew there was no coming back from that.

And then, Shirkov happened.

I fell into a coma.

And when I woke up from it, I found myself in a different world. Everything had changed.

It was a new chapter. Had to be. I knew I couldn’t continue living my life the way I did before. I had to move on. Disappear from the spotlight. Forget about Mindy and our complicated relationship. So why is it that, even now, I can’t get her out of my head?

For too many years, I haven’t seen that flirtatious smile of hers or those beautiful, feminine curves. Her divine tits. Her clean-shaven pussy. And those sensual lips around my cock. I haven’t smelled the vanilla scent around her, either. Mindy Williams has been a lingering obsession ever since I met her. And I thought not having her in my life will make that go away, but it didn’t.

Thinking of her, I instinctively wrap a hand around my shaft. I can almost feel her breath on my cock. I can taste her on my tongue. Like roses and vanilla.

I start stroking my dick, imagining Mindy’s lips around it. I keep pumping, and my fantasy takes me deep inside her. Jerking off is the only time I allow those feelings for her to come to the surface. As I keep pumping harder and harder, in my mind’s eye, I see her face, her bouncing breasts, her peachy ass, and her beautiful, smooth pussy. The image is so real that I can almost smell her close to me. Man, did I love that pussy. Being with her was the ultimate ecstasy.

I keep going, and the feeling intensifies. In my fantasy, I’m deep inside her now, the head of my dick touching her sweetest point. I know that this lonely release will only be a temporary fix, like putting band-aid over a bullet wound. But when the orgasm hits, it’s wild and electrifying; it tears through me like a bullet.And when it’s gone, it only leaves a fucking void and a desire to be with Mindy even more.

Alright Korolev, that’s enough.

Time to get your shit together.

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