Suddenly, I was on my back, and he was above me, driving into me with thrusts that seeped with power.
“Oh my god,” I squealed, my eyes closing shut to hold back the tears of pleasure flooding over, and I clutched his neck, bringing him closer, wrapping my legs around his waist to take his cock in as deep as I possibly could.
I had space to breathe now, to just feel. His hand slipped between us, and when I felt his cold fingers circling my clit, my eyes flew open with the shock to my senses.
My head was now rolling left and right. Arko clutched my chin, forcing me to look at him. And then, he pushed into me so deep, so hard that I felt the dam in me burst.
The way he pounded into me, his hold over me, the way he looked at me like I was the only thing worthy of his sight, all of it pushed me over the edge.
My vision narrowed, and my legs trembled as the pleasure shattered through me like a tornado. My back arched off the bed when I came, my inner walls clenching around him.
“That’s it,” he groaned, breaking his rhythm just when I started feeling his cock pulse in me. “Fuck, Bea, I’m coming.”
I squeezed my pussy tighter around him, and that’s when he groaned and shuddered, his forehead hitting mine as I felt him pulsing hot and deep inside me.
We both lay there, gasping and spent, with every second feeling like I was coming down from a high I didn’t want to leave behind.
At last, Arko pulled away and fell flat on his back beside me. Immediately, I felt my heart sink.
“Is it strange that I already miss you?” I whispered, hoping for the sadness to go away.
Arko laughed, deep and loud, reaching for me. I let him pull me closer to himself and nestled my head on his chest. I felt his soft lips brushing up on my forehead, so soft and tender that my heart nearly caved.
“No…not at all,” he whispered. “I miss you too.”
We lay there like that, in peaceful silence, holding each other tight. The last thought I remembered having as I fell drifted off to sleep was how beautiful it was to hear Arko’s heartbeat in my ear.
***
When I woke up the next morning, the first thing I did, even with my eyes closed, was to reach for Arko. It felt beautiful to wake up in his bed with no regrets, knowing there wasn’t any friction between us.
But my hands found cold, empty sheets. I blinked away sleep and sat up in bed.
“Arko?” I called out, thinking he might have been in the shower. But there was no reply. The room was empty.
I missed him already and wondered if we could have breakfast together. After freshening up and still in my night clothes, I pulled on a robe and padded out the door barefoot. At this hour, I figured the wisest thing to do would be to check the gym or his office since it was still too early for him to be eating.
His office was closer, so I went there first. My feet were quiet on the cold marble floor, and as I drew closer, I saw the door ajar. I was about to walk over and knock, but then, I heard an agitated voice.
“You’re saying the cops who raided the warehouse were tipped off?” I heard him whisper. Instantly, my hands went cold. I stood there, listening to whatever trouble brewed on the other end.
“Can they be paid off?”
I couldn’t hear what the person on the other line was saying since it was a private line, but I heard enough to know whatever this operational mess was didn’t sound good.
“They took the goods?” Arko hissed, and I flinched at the anger in his voice.
“Fuck the Lebedevs,” he said, and that’s when I felt the blood rush to my head. “Look. We know they sent the cops and paid them off to give us trouble, right? Don’t even bother negotiating with these guys. We’re going to have to go higher up. Let me call my guys at the Feds. There may be something they can do.”
I stood there, feeling the panic rise in my chest, thinking that once again, our peace had been ruined. My brothers sent men to raid Arko’s operations, and I already feared he wouldn’t forgive them.
Suddenly, I no longer felt like walking into his office. I knew how it would end. He’d pick a fight with me over my brothers, and I wouldn’t be able to not defend them.
With a sinking heart, I walked away and made my way to the breakfast hall. Maybe, I thought, it would be best to finish breakfast before Arko came along. I wasn’t in the mood to argue this morning and shatter what peace we’d just formed.
As I sat there, eating alone, my mind raced with an urgency I couldn’t think straight through. All I felt was pure,unadulterated panic. For the first time in my life, I feltangryat my brothers.
Couldn’t they see that Arko and I had found happiness? Why was it so important for them to interfere in his affairs, and as a consequence, in our peaceful lives? I was just about to finish my toast when I heard strong, steady footsteps outside the door.
