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My hand shot to her hair, her face, her fleshy thighs, and I sunk my nails in, straightening up as I pounded into her mercilessly, fucking her with passion and precision.
She cried out, but I couldn’t stop. “Fucking come for me, sweetheart.”
“Come with me,” she whimpered, and I thrust down at the same time she lifted her hips, and her walls spasmed around mine.
I came hard, convulsing with seizure-like groans as I collapsed against her, claiming her lips in a warm, sloppy, and breathless kiss.
I rolled onto my side, wrapped one arm around her, my heart pounding and ears ringing, caught in a wave that left us gasping, trembling, and undone.
I didn’t care that we were sweaty and naked. I didn’t care that this was only our third meeting, or that being together like this was wrong and reckless.
She was inmyarms, not Robert’s or some other bastard’s.
That was enough for now.
Chapter 12 – Elena
The moment I opened my eyes, I immediately wished I hadn’t.
Faint sun rays poured in through the windows, and the sing-song chirps of the birds floated in through the cracks. I wanted to curse them out for being so happy and free of real-life problems, like the shithole I’d dragged myself into.
It wasn’t extremely bright outside, and the mild cracks of thunder hinted at an incoming rain shower.
With hot, stinging tears gathering at the corners of my eyes, I snatched a pillow, pressed it against my face, and screamed till my heart’s content.
Never in my life had I ever felt so conflicted.
How?
How could I let go like that? How could I have allowed myself to be unraveled like that and, worse, by my best friend’s father? How could I betray Katya like that? Where was my sense of morality? Where thefuckwas my decency when I needed it the most?
And why—oh, why—did I not feel the smallest regret about the night we’d shared?
Even allowing myself to remember every moment only stirred and awakened those forbidden desires, starting from the time he’d kissed me, to the second he’d dropped to his knees and eaten me out.
I thought I died and came back to life when his lips covered my pussy and his tongue stroked my clit. He hadn’t known it, but I was almost ready to hit an orgasm. The sex we had was the climax. I never imagined my first time would be so exhilarating.
My entire body throbbed continually for him all night, even after I ran out of his bedroom with my heart thrashingaround in my chest. I wanted to do things with that man: dirty, slutty things. I wanted to give him all of myself, to let him take until I had no more to give.
My desire for him scared the shit out of me, and I screamed again into the pillow because now, I remembered how pissed Robert had been the minute I emerged again in the main hall. I’d never felt more guilty before.
I thought he’d been able to see right through me and watched as Damien and I fucked while he helplessly waited and wandered around with my purse, possibly scared that I’d been abducted.
When I looked at him, all I had seen was my boss. It had taken me a while to remember I’d even kissed him, just before Damien stormed in.
“What the hell happened? Who was that? Where did he take you?”
Shyly, I pried my purse from his hands because he was too distracted by his anger to hand it to me, and I smoothed my hair. “Robert, I’m so terribly sorry. I can’t even….”
“Elena, you can talk to me.” He placed both hands on my arms and searched my face with worry. “Did that man hurt you?”
Hurt me?
That man fucked me until I forgot my own name. He made me forget everything, stripped me of self-control and every shred of decency, with just his mouth and hands, and he didn’t even have to talk too much. That man….
“He’s Katya’s father.” My heart clenched. “They’ve been having some family problems, and he, um, thought I’d been a bad influence on his daughter. Rob, he just wanted to talk. It was scary at first, but he meant no harm. His intentions were pure.”
Or anything but pure.
