Page 46 of Cruel Russian Pakhan
With that, her muscles spasmed and she shattered around me.
I lost it.
With one final brutal thrust, I buried myself deep inside of her. Her cry of pleasure echoed off the walls and seared itself into my fucking soul. A guttural groan tore through my throat as I spilled into her.
Even after I had emptied myself, I stayed buried, my chest pressed to hers, both of us breathless, my head bowed against her forehead.
When I finally had the strength to move, I collapsed beside her and pulled her against me. She curled into me without hesitation, her head resting on my shoulder, her legs tangled with mine.
She fell asleep almost instantly.
I held her a moment longer than I should have, studied the way her lips parted slightly as she breathed. I knew I had just complicated things, but it had to be done.
After gently prying her limbs from me, I slipped from the bed. I grabbed my clothes off the floor and got dressed. Before I left the room, I stole one last glance at her naked body now tangled in the sheets.
Then I left.
Now that I’d tasted her, the woman who’d been haunting me, fucking tormenting me, I knew I’d finally gotten her out of my system.
Just like anything else I’d ever craved…once I had it, the hunger died.
Having her was no different.
The high was over. The ache was gone. And whatever hold she had on me was finished.
Exactly the way I wanted it.
Chapter 16 - Katya
My eyes fluttered open and I instinctively looked to the other side of the bed where Lev should've been. I squeezed my eyes shut.
“God! Katya! How could you?” I muttered to myself.
Did you forget that Vera and Lev are going to be married soon?
I sighed.
I didn’t regret giving my virginity to Lev. He made it something I’d treasure forever. Maybe I agreed to it because deep down, I knew last night might be the only time I’d ever have him. And not having him when he'd offered himself up to me wasn't a regret I thought I'd be able to live with. I just wish he’d been there when I woke up.
For so long, I thought he didn’t want me, but he did. If he hadn’t cared at all, he wouldn’t have made it so special. He took his time. He made the wait worth it.
I got out of bed and went through my morning routine. When I turned the knob on the bedroom door, I was relieved to find it unlocked. I stepped out and knocked on Lev’s door, but there was no answer. Hoping to catch him at breakfast, I made my way to the dining room, only to find the cook placing a plate in front of my usual seat. She told me Lev had eaten earlier and left.
I spent the rest of the day wandering the house, but mostly lingering near the front door, hoping he’d walk in. When nine o’clock came and he still wasn’t home, I finally gave up and sulked back to my room.
Maybe he was just busy.
But the next day passed. And the day after that. No sign of Lev.
A sick feeling started to grow in my stomach. What if he had just used me to scratch an itch? That would explain the cold, distant silence.
Katya, he told you he doesn’t do feelings. He said anything between you two would just be physical. You mean nothing to this man. You knew that before you willingly gave yourself over to him.
I sighed.
Lev had been up-front from the beginning. He told me exactly what this was supposed to be. And still, I hoped for more. That was my mistake, one I wouldn’t make again.
Sleeping with Lev was something I’d fantasized about. It happened. It was done. Now, I could focus on what really mattered, getting to know my siblings and building a life. A life away from him.
