Page 76 of Ruthless Serenade

"Fuck... Maron..." she whimpers as I kiss her breasts. Her moaning and the tone of her voice send a fresh surge of arousal through me. I continue to suck on her nipple, moving my fingers down to explore her hot sex. She trembles beneath my touch, her hips rising to meet my hand, desperate for more contact. Then, I slide two fingers into her slick pussy, and her head tips back, a guttural moan escaping her throat.

"Tell me what you want,lisichka," I growl against her lips.

A flush spreads across her cheeks, "I need you to fuck me, Maron," she whimpers. "Fuck me hard.”

"That’s my girl." I smirk, positioning myself at her entrance and gently rubbing the head of my cock against her slick folds.

She’s soaking wet for me and it’s all the invitation I need. With one powerful thrust, I plunge into her. It’s like heaven on steroids. She cries out in ecstasy, her eyes rolling back as her nails rake down my back. Her walls clench around me, pulsating against my throbbing cock. I fuck her deep and hard like there’s no tomorrow, because frankly, I don’t know if there is. But don’t think of that now. I bury myself to the hilt inside her tight heat, both of us crying out at the overwhelming sensation. The years of separation dissolve in this moment of pure, raw connection.

Then, she wraps her legs around me, bucking her hips against mine in raw, wild movements. I fuck her with everything I’ve got, pouring all of my conflicting emotions into each wild thrust. All the grief, anger, and confusion I’ve been feeling fade away, turning into fireworks of sensation. In this moment, there’s only me and her, our bodies and souls melting into one another, seven years of longing dissolving in this perfect union of flesh and desire.

"You feel fucking incredible,lisichka," I groan. "So fucking tight and wet for me."

I smack her ass, and she moans in response. Her nails are leaving angry red marks on my back, but I don’t care. The pain only spurs me on, mixing with pleasure until I can barely tell them apart. I grip her hips tightly, angling my thrusts to hit that spot deep inside her that makes her whole body tremble.

"Yes! Oh God, Maron, don’t stop!" Mindy throws her head back with a loud moan. "Fuck me harder!"

I keep pounding into her relentlessly. The headboard slams against the wall with each animalistic thrust. I briefly wonder if the entire household can hear us, but I can’t bring myself to care. Let them hear everything. Let them all know that this woman belongs to me.

"Maron," she gasps, back arching. "Aaaaaah… I’m going to come! I’m coming… fuck!"

"Then fucking… come for me, baby," I command. "Come all over my cock!"

My words push Mindy over the edge. Her back arches as she cries out my name, and her walls clench rhythmically around me. The sight and feel of her coming undone beneath me is alltoo intense, and I can feel my own orgasm building, coiling tight in my crotch. I let out a primal groan, and with a final, powerful thrust, I bury myself to the hilt and let go.

The orgasm tears through me like a fucking gunshot. I feel myself come deep between her legs, filling her with wave after wave of warm cum. We finish together, our bodies trembling and convulsing in a mind-blowing explosion of ecstasy. I’m gasping for air, sweat dripping down my body.

Then, as if on cue, the stupid phone rings again. And it’s the same fucking ringtone as before. I know it’s Eva calling, the last person I want to talk to. Especially now. The phone rings five times, then stops.

Good.

"That was…" Mindy stammers, gasping for air. "You are incredible," she purrs like an exhausted but content kitten.

"You’re not too bad yourself." I tease her, continuing to trail passionate kisses down her neck and shoulder. Then, I brush her hair aside, and hold her warm body tight against my chest.

That’s when my fucking phone with Eva’s ringtone rings for the third time.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Maron

I only glance at my phone screen hours later.

Seven missed calls from Eva and a voicemail. I’m really not in the mood to call her back, especially with Mindy sleeping next to me. But when I go to the bathroom, I decide to take my phone with me and listen to the voicemail.

"Maron... please… help me. I did… I did something stupid. Please… help."

She’s obviously drunk because she’s slurring. I don’t really know what to make of it, but honestly, I can’t bring myself to care. She still hasn’t presented any proof of her alleged pregnancy, and at this point, I’m convinced she isn’t pregnant at all. As far as I’m concerned, she can drink as much as she wants.

I head back to the bedroom and plop down on the bed next to Mindy. "I missed you," I blurt, immediately regretting the words even though they’re true.

Despite our relationship being fresh and fragile, Mindy doesn’t seem to mind my honesty. "I missed you too," she whispers back, "more than you’ll ever know." She pauses, letting the silence stretch between us.

But then, her expression darkens. Her eyes suddenly look haunted in the dim light and I know exactly why. I know there’s an elephant in the room we need to address. Well, multipleelephants. Seven years of unspoken words hang between us. A series of events and betrayals that tore our relationship apart all those years ago. I watch her fingers nervously trace patterns on the bedspread and it hits me how she feels simultaneously so familiar and so foreign.

There’s still a lot we need to talk about.

We both know that.

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