She was a liar, talking like she could walk away and not look back. As if she was stronger than this soul-deep connection that tugged me to want her near and forced her to respond like this.
Wanton. Greedy. Soaking wet and making sounds like an animal in heat.
“You want me, Claire. Try to lie and tell me that you don’t.” I closed my eyes, holding back on this urgency to spill inside her. Pounding her pussy as hard as I could, I relished every hitched breath, every sexy little moan of need.
“Tell me!” I demanded, fucking her into oblivion.
She wouldn’t say it. Her admission didn’t come. Not verbally. Becauseshecame. Crying out loudly and ramming her ass higher in the air, she dropped down. Her arms gave out as she fell, sobbing under the pressure of needing to snap. The tension faded for her, and as her cries and sounds mixed with low groans of bliss, she slumped down and sighed.
She couldn’t lie and walk away from this. From us. I had no idea how to define what the hell I was doing with her when I couldn’t fully accept having a woman in my life. I had been without a partner for so long, only scratching an itch with flings and whores, no strings attached, for too many years.
The threat of letting Claire in and mattering like this intimidated me.
Because as I fucked her until I came, chasing that high right after her, I couldn’t lie to myself.
She didn’t belong.
She couldn’t stay with me if she didn’t want to be a target.
She was already in too far, too deep, identified as someone associated with the Orlov organization.
As relief coursed through me, I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, greedy to prolong every second of having her glove me and milk me. I had to savor every bit of this orgasm as I flooded her womb.
She wanted to stay but couldn’t. I was the one who had to bend. Not her.
Because as daring as she had been to tell me to give up my life, to end this routine of bloodshed and violence just so she could be with me, I had no way to truly change like that.
I was the boss of the Orlov Family. I would never be able to fill any other title. It was cast in stone. I didn’t know how to do anything but rule and keep my family safe among the other denizens of syndicated crime families.
Watching her breathe steadily, almost asleep on the floor with my dick locked in her slick cunt, I shook my head and hated that she was right.
I didn’t know how to change or be anything else.
Not even her lover, her partner. Her man.
I didn’t know how to lower my guard and truly be a father to my daughter.
I hadn’t known how to adapt and make Olga want to be my wife despite our forced union.
It wasn’t who I was, goddammit.
As I pulled out of Claire, staring at her back as she lay there dozing, I narrowed my eyes at my cum dripping out of her body. Backing away from her and wishing I could meet her in the middle, I lifted my fingers to shove the creamy substance back into her.
It belonged in her, a symbol of the possession I wanted to manage over her.
She belonged with me, making me whole and complete like I’d never been before.
How to make that happen eluded me.
Naked and exhausted, I sat on the floor and rested my back against the bed as I stared at her. She was a mystery, an unattainable conquest.
If she were to stay, I would need to forgive myself for expecting her to always be a target.
But if I could let you go…
I hung my head and wondered what it would take. She’d need to leave, for good, since we were both too tempted to fall back to each other. She would need to move far away, start a new life, take a new name.
And forget all about me.
