Page 8 of Ruthless Serenade

She moves away a little, but it’s just not in her nature to give up. Especially when it comes to teasing me. "Be a good boy, Maron," she purrs with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Her fingers trail down my chest, leaving small goosebumps in their wake. With deliberate slowness, she kneels before me and undoes my pants, careful to maintain eye contact the whole time. I have to give it to her, the woman knows exactly how to get me going.

She slides off the nightgown as she kneels in front of me, putting her whole body on display. "I know you like me, Maron," she whispers seductively. Her breasts are perky, her pussy is silky and the view makes my cock erect.

I don’t move. I just sit there, staying in a half-slouched position, letting her do her thing. She positions herself in front of me, opens her mouth, and takes my dick into her mouth.

Well, fuck it.

My body betrays me, responding eagerly to her skillful tongue and her lips as they engulf my cock. But at the same time, my mind is screaming in protest. I know this isn’t what I want. I don’t want Eva’s lips around my dick.

Then whose lips do you want, dolboyob?

It fucking hate to admit it, but deep down, I know the answer. I’ve known it for the last seven years, despite all the shit that’s happened.

Eva sucks me greedily, and despite my lingering annoyance, I can’t help but feel a twisted feeling of pleasure coursing through me. I allow her to continue for a few more minutes. But then suddenly, something in my head snaps, and I nudge her head away.

"I'm not in the mood, Eva."

Her face falls, and she frowns. "What’s wrong, Maron?"

Blyad!

I want someone else to do that, that’s what.

I pull my pants back on. "Nothing. I just want you to stop."

"You know," Eva says, her voice shaking slightly, "Rachel’s always telling me I should be more assertive with you. She says it’s not healthy, the way you treat me."

I scoff internally. Of course, fucking Rachel would say that. The psychiatrist twin, always analyzing our relationship, always knowing what’s good for us.

"You just don’t seem interested anymore, Maron," Eva continues, and I sense her frustration rising. "I don’t knowwhat’s happening to you, but I’m not happy with how things are going. You’ve changed."

She’s not wrong. I want to tell her that what’s changed is my tolerance for her symbiotic relationship with Rachel, but I know it’s more than just that. This thing between us was never meant to be serious, I just allowed it to progress. And now, she wants to take things to the next level. Which is the exact opposite of what I want.

She anxiously wipes a streak of tears from her eyes. "I’m trying to do everything to make you feel loved and all you do is act distant and unavailable. Sometimes it’s like you’re living in another universe, Maron. Just like last night when you left to sleep in another room. How do you think that makes me feel?"

Shit. I feel a pang of empathy for her, but I keep my face emotionless. I know she’s right. Ihavechanged. I just can’t be bothered about it.

There is something else that fucks with me and it has nothing to do with Eva. It’s a lingering thought that I just can’t seem to force out of my head. A thought about a person. For a long time, I thought I’d moved on. Found my peace. But now that Eva is getting on my nerves, I find myself thinking about her even more often.

Mindy.

But then again, this is not the first time this happened in the last seven years. Her image continues to haunt me, despite my best efforts. I’ve tried to banish her from my thoughts, and erase her memory for good. I failed. It’s a weakness, I know. A vulnerability that has no place in my life. But no matter how hard I try, she’s there, lurking in the shadows of my consciousness. And in my sexual fantasies. That womandid something indelible to me. Something that makes all other women hopelessly dull in comparison.

The only thing that remains from my previous life is this lingering thought about a woman I once fell for. Everything else changed. I keep my life private. I’ve almost completely ditched the whole Bratva scene. I now have the privilege to live it up with all my riches. Tramoxine is selling like hotcakes, and Global Media is killing it. I even appointed a new CEO, but remained the owner. I have a good life now. A steady flow of passive income, way more than anyone could ever wish for. Except Mindy Williams just won’t leave me alone. She haunts my thoughts every goddamn day.

I take a sip of my coffee, realizing it has gone cold. I glance over at Eva, who is seated in the armchair across me, her dressing gown draped to one side. She’s clearly waiting for me to say something.

"I like to sleep alone, Eva." My voice is calm. "That’s why I went to the spare room."

"Right," she responds, her tone laced with disappointment. "But it’s more than just that isn’t it? Is there someone else, Maron?"

For fuck’s sake,I groan inwardly. Not her jealousy again. I’ve dealt with her insecurity many times and I’m getting fucking tired of it. I know I should feel sympathy for her, but I just can’t.

"There’s no one," I snap, trying not to lose my temper.

Of course, Eva’s not buying it. “I don’t believe you,” she says, standing up and moving closer to me. She towers over me with an anger on her face that could incinerate the room. My eyes are at chest level with her, and her breasts seem to swell asshe lifts her hand to strike me. In a split second, my own hand snaps out and grabs her wrist tightly.

"You’re going to stop this shit, Eva," I growl through gritted teeth. "This isn’t about someone else." Each word is like a sharp blade cutting through the air, fueled by my building frustration.

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