Page 85 of Unwillingly Yours

“Go on,” he said, his hands molding my breasts. “Take it, Elia. Take all of it.”

Obediently, I lowered myself onto his cock and groaned as he filled me completely, stretching the aching spots from earlier. It wasn’t pain I was feeling. It was desire.

“That’s it,” he urged, surging his hips up to fill me the rest of the way. “Ride me. Use me. Take what you want.”

Oh, I wanted him. I wanted all of Aleksey in more ways than one, but it wasn’t the time or the place to discuss that particular want.

With a moan, I started to rock against him, feeling his callused hands on my skin, teasing me in other ways that had my body on fire. A string of Russian tumbled from his throat, adding to the wetness growing between us. I rocked harder, trying to find that spot deep inside me to satisfy the ache that wasn’t going away.

I felt powerful on top of him, like I could make him do whatever I wanted. Aleksey’s hands slid down to grip my hips and I slapped them away. This was my turn. Not his.

He chuckled, and I felt the sound rumble through my body. I placed his hands on my thighs and pressed down with all my might to keep them there while my hips rode him with reckless abandon.

He tried to take control, tried to lift my hips, tried to do whatever it took, but I refused. My mouth found his as my wetness enveloped him. Our tongues collided as our motions grew more frantic. I rode him hard, my body shaking until I felt Aleksey’s semen flooding me. But even then, I refused to stop, not until I got what I wanted.

Aleksey’s breaths grew ragged, and he could no longer fight back his moans.

“Elia…” he gasped. “Elia, please.”

My hand covered his mouth while my legs wrapped around his back. He could try to push me off, but I wasn’t going anywhere. Mercilessly, I kept riding him, my body humming with pleasure and power. Helpless, he clung to me and buried his face in the crook between my neck and my shoulder. His tongue lashed my skin, but all it did was urge me on.

I wanted him to feel what it was like. To lose control. Tobreakunder me.

And then I felt it. The deep-seated release I was looking for. My fingers dug into his back as a long shriek of pleasure punched out of my throat. I held onto him for dear life as my body shook around his pulsing rod. Wave after wave of hot, wet heat flooded the space between us as my eyes rolled into the back of my head, dragging me under the surf of pleasure until it felt like I was drowning.

The two of us clung to each other, panting, and I felt his cock slowly soften inside of me.

Despite everything, we could still enjoy each other like this, without the interference of anyone else in our lives. I knew the moment was fleeting, but right now, I didn’t care.

I just wanted to forget everything else.

In this moment, I could forget who I was and who he thought I was. I could forget that he might be lying to me about the pin, about everything.

But this wasn’t going to be forever. Reality would inevitably come crashing down at any moment. As I pulled away from his sweaty chest, I realized that reality was already back in play.

Aleksey watched me as I peeled myself off him, making another trip to the bathroom to quickly catch my breath before exiting. When I returned, he was seated back on the bed, a pair of pants already pulled on. I picked up his T-shirt that was sitting on the chair and pulled it on, letting it fall to mid-thigh.

An unspoken awkwardness rose up between us. And it felt like neither of us knew where to go from here. The thought of that broke my heart. If only he hadn’t asked me to go back to New York.

If only we hadn’t ripped open this wound that both of us had deceived ourselves into believing had healed.

I walked over to him and he immediately made room for me. His forehead pressed into my stomach. It was oddly vulnerable for him to show me this side of him and tears threatened my eyes, my hands stroking his head.

“I hate this,” I whispered, threading my fingers through his hair. “I hate the legacy we’re forced to uphold. For you. For me. For us.”

I felt Aleksey stiffen, but I didn’t apologize for my words. It was the truth. We were forced to pay back the sins of our fathers—our families. Neither of us would ever have a normal life, regardless of it.

It didn’t bother me that Aleksey wanted me to bend to him. Despite everything, I still trusted that he wouldn’t hurt me, that he truly did want me to be safe. If not in his arms, then in spite of being trapped by his arms.

“Me too,” he admitted quietly.

Aleksey’s words startled me out of my thoughts, and I looked down in time to catch him as he lifted his head, naked emotion in his eyes.

“Maybe this doesn’t have to be this way,” I said. A terrifying and tantalizing thought entered my head. The same one that I had nursed since I was just a little girl. The same one that I thought about each time I endured my father’s wrath. The same thought I had when I screamed and tore at my hair when I learned of Luca’s death.

“Let’s run away together, Alyosha,” I said, cradling his face between my hands. “Just you and me.”

Something shifted in Aleksey’s eyes. “What did you say?”

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