The door opened, and the lights came on. Elena walked in. Five years later, and there she was, less than five meters away. Simple white shirt, jeans, hair loosely tied back, her face tired. But still so beautiful it twisted my gut.
She dropped her bag on the sofa and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. I watched her profile, the slight frown on her brow, the line of her neck as she drank—once covered in my kiss marks.
My fingers itched to pull back the curtain. But then the door opened again. A man stepped in, in his thirties. He saw Elena and gave her asoft smile.
"Elena, how was work today?" His tone was intimate, like this was their everyday routine.
"Tiring, Marco," Elena sighed. "That Milan client changed the specs again."
He walked over and placed his hand naturally on her shoulder. "Don't push yourself too hard. Is Stella asleep?"
"Yeah, the nanny put her down."
They stood so close, so naturally. His hand lingered, and she didn't pull away. My vision blurred, blood roaring in my ears. This bastard was touching her. Touching my woman. I nearly burst out, nearly snapped his fucking neck.
Just as my control was about to snap, a phone rang sharply. He pulled it out, checked it, and his face shifted from gentle to serious.
"It's the hospital," he told Elena. "Emergency surgery. I have to go right now."
"Go ahead," Elena nodded, walking him to the door. "Drive safe."
"Will do." Marco leaned in, his eyes full of affection. "I might not make it back to the apartment tonight."
Elena nodded understandingly.
They looked like a goddamn loving couple.
Now Elena was alone. She locked the door, let out a long breath, rubbed her neck, and headed to the bedroom. Soon, the sound of the shower running filled the air.
I waited in the balcony shadows, every second like agony in hell.
The water stopped. Minutes later, the bathroom door opened. She stepped out, and my breath caught. She was completely naked.
Five years ago, I'd known every inch of her body. But now... she'd changed.
Her breasts were fuller and rounder than I remembered, the nipples hardening in the air, radiating a deadly sex appeal. Her waist was still slim, but her hips were wider, more curvaceous, forming a perfect heart shape. Every step made her breasts sway, her ass ripple like waves. It was a mother's body, but it only made her hotter, transforming her from a girl into a sultry woman.
She'd had a child—that five-year-old girl, Stella. And I still didn't know if the baby was mine.
Elena grabbed a towel and casually dried her wet hair, completely unaware of the hungry eyes devouring her.
My throat went dry, my cock hardening instantly.
Did she do this when that man, that bastard Marco, was here? Walk out naked, displaying this ripe, tempting body to him? The thought of him seeing her, touching her—it made me want to kill.
Desire and fury twisted together, making my heart pound like a rock.
I was right there behind the curtain, just meters away, my eyes feasting on her nude form. She bent over to pick up her pajamas, her ass lifting high, curves fully exposed, revealing that intimate spot I'd buried myself in night after night. Her pussy was pink and slick, the lips plump and smooth, faintly glistening. Her asshole, the one I'd always wanted to claim, was still tight and tempting, its pink folds bared in the bend, contracting slightly like an invitation.
That scorching sight made my blood surge. This body was supposed to be mine—yet it might have been taken by someone else.
I leaned against the wall, unzipped my pants, and gripped my rock-hard cock, stroking it roughly up and down. I imagined lunging from behind, grabbing her full ass cheeks, spreading them wide, and slamming my dick straight into that tender pussy. She'd scream, struggle, but soon surrender to my roughness, her walls clenching greedily around me just like five years ago, sucking me in.
I'd thrust hard, pounding into her depths, making her cry out for mercy while moaning my name. I pictured hammering her hole, the wet heat gripping me, juices splashing, her ass bouncing with elastic ripples. She was mine, damn it—every hole meant to be filled by me.
I'd switch to her ass, forcing my way into that resisting tightness, conquering her untouched territory. She'd feel the pain, cry out, but eventually melt under my possession, admitting she could never escape me.
My hand moved faster, my cock throbbing in my palm, veins bulging. I gritted my teeth, my mind flooded with filthyvisions—her tits bouncing, pussy squirting, ass spasming, her whole body trembling as I flooded her with my seed.
