Page 50 of Sapphire Tears

I want to see all of him—his lies and his truths and his hopes and his fears. I’ve showed him all of mine, again and again. And he’s given me peeks of his. But I want him to bare it all. I want to know he trusts me.

I want to believe he’s capable of loving me.

The war in his face goes on a little longer. I wonder if he’s going to refuse me. And then he rocks back on his knees and pulls the shirt he’s wearing up and over his head.

He throws it to the side and then starts to unbuckle his pants. I want to sit up and do it myself, but I also want to watch. I can see his erection straining against the fabric. The moment his cock springs free, I lean forward and take him all the way into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he growls as I suck him deep down my throat.

He takes quiet rippling breaths that I feel in my chest as I consume him. Every one of them lights me on fire and builds the pressure between my legs. Loving him like this, pleasing him like this—I feel powerful and beautiful and free.

It’s like dancing, but with a partner this time.

Then he pushes me back gently and settles his hips between my legs. I’m trembling all over. His hand cups my face, but instead of kissing me like I expect, he turns my face to the side. I catch our reflections in the myriad of mirrors.

Me, lying on the floor, with my nipples pointed at the ceiling and my legs spread. Kolya, huge above me, his cock nudging at my pussy.

I can see his scars. They don’t frighten me the way they once did.

He doesn’t give me any warning before he eases himself inside of me. I gasp, my body bucking upwards, but he catches me and cushions my spine against the cold marble.

He fucks me slowly, with his face pressed up against the nape of my neck. Every breath steams my skin. I watch us in the mirror the whole time, transfixed.

It’s mesmerizing to witness our bodies locked together, moving back and forth in a rhythm, to the beat of a song that only we can hear.

It’s a slow burn. The orgasm builds so slowly that it takes me by surprise when I feel it on the cusp of breaking. I moan loudly, forcing Kolya to look down at me.

For the first time, I stop looking at us, and I look athim.

The beautiful clean lines of his face. The way his jaw feels like it could cut me wide open. The way his eyes seem to brighten and darken at the same time.

“Kolya…”

I whisper his name as the orgasm explodes through my body.

He shudders a second later, filling me with all of him. He thrusts into me a few more times and then his body relaxes. When he has nothing left to give, he rolls off and settles at my side before pulling me tucked against him.

He runs his free hand down between my breasts until he lands on my belly. A single fingertip caresses my little bump gently.

As the aftermath of the orgasm wears off, I look into the mirrors and see… something.

This time, though, it’s not the beautiful ideal I was clinging to. It’s the stark reality of our situation.

I am a washed-up dancer with a torn-up leg and lost dreams. I’m lying next to the don of a powerful Bratva. A man who killed his father. A man who also happens to be the uncle of the baby I’m carrying.

We may look perfect together…

But we’re anything but.

And if I stay with him any longer, I’m going to lose sight of that fact.

“Let’s get you up to your room,” Kolya says, rising to his feet and turning to retrieve my slip and robe.

Something glints at me from the floor, right next to Kolya’s pants. His car keys. His back is still to me, which means I have a fraction of a second to make the decision.

I reach out and grab the keys. I keep them hidden as I accept my bundle of clothes from him and dress quickly.

I don’t know yet if I’m going to use them.

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