Page 86 of Sinful Betrayal

The look on his face is feral as he watches me ride him, his hands moving, from my hips to my breasts to my neck.

Everywhere he touches me leaves a burning heat, and I’m slick with sweat as my pussy clenches around his cock.

When he finally brushes his thumb against my clit, I lose all control.

“Yes! Oh god, don’t stop,” I moan.

“So beautiful,” Anton mutters as he applies more pressure.

I screw my eyes shut, barely able to breathe as my entire body tightens. “That’s it, Nina. Come for me,zayka.”

It’s all the encouragement I need.

For a split second, my breath catches, and then my release hits, and I collapse on top of Anton as my pussy pulses around his cock.

He grunts as he wraps his arms around me and continues to fuck me through my release before emptying himself inside me.

After Anton cleans us both up, he climbs back into bed and pulls me against his chest, his breathing soon turning heavy with sleep.

I had hoped that the two orgasms would be enough to knock me out almost instantly but instead, it does the exact opposite.

The lingering ache between my thighs from Anton only serves as a reminder of the deep-rooted guilt that is taking up permanent residence in my chest.

20

NINA

Emma groansas we walk out of class the next day. “I can’t believe Madame Le Croix has set us another assignment when she knows we’re rehearsing for the Winter showcase. When does she think we’ll have time to practice?”

I nod. “I knew the IOD would be hard, but this is…”

I can’t find the words I’m that exhausted, and not just from dance. I lay awake all night listening to the sound of Anton’s breathing as my guilt slowly started gnawing at my insides. But thankfully, all my friends are working just as hard, so my dark circles blend right in.

“I’m regretting all my life choices. Why couldn’t I have a creative talent that involves sitting on my ass? Screw you, Mom, for wanting to live your dream through me. I was happy until you stuck me in a tutu…”

Emma continues her rant as we follow the stream of students heading outside. It’s a rare sunny day for October, and we both sling our heavy coats over our arms as our skin is still slick with sweat after our class.

Yakov falls into step behind us, his towering form casting a shadow over me as we walk toward the parking lot.

I glance around to try and spot Beatrice’s red hair in the crowd. “Are we meeting Allie and Bea?”

“Allie has to go straight to work, and I think Bea is staying behind to work on her choreography for her solo.”

I nod, chewing on my lower lip. The thought of going back to the house and running into Anton is making me anxious.

I’ve proven time and time again that I can’t be trusted around him. The moment I see his beautiful dark eyes and that dimple appears in his cheek, I forget all reason, and the next thing I know, I’m naked and on my back when I should be sitting him down and telling him the truth.

I turn to face Emma. I shouldn’t use my friend as a buffer, but desperate times call for desperate measures. “Why don’t you come over, and we can practice tonight?”

“Oh, my god, that would beamazing! Will Anton be okay with that?”

“It’s like he said, you’re welcome any time.”

“He really is a gem.” Emma sighs. “Why couldn’t I have been the one to fall into his lap? Then I could be living in a mansion right now.”

“I’m notlivingthere.”

Emma rolls her eyes.

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