Alina lets out a single broken moan.
Dom.
My brother’s fucking name lands like a blade between my ribs while my fingers are still inside of her.
But then her thighs are trembling around my hand as her orgasm hits her full force. And she still doesn’t stop stroking me. Feeling her walls flutter around my fingers quickly sends me over the edge, despite my frustration with her saying his name instead of mine.
I spill over the top of her hand with a grunt, holding back a groan and resisting the urge to crash my lips against hers.
Alina strokes me until the last drop spills out, her breathing still quick and heavy. When she leans against my chest for support her lips graze my collar bone.
Just feeling that touch of her lips on my skin sends my mind in a spiral. I shouldn’t want to kiss her this bad. I shouldn’t want to take her to bed and have her just as I’ve fantasized about for weeks. Especially not when she just tried to ruin everything.
Tonight, I crossed a line with her.
She had to close her eyes and think abouthimto come for me.
And the worst part is, deep down, I don’t regret it. Not really. I only regret the way I feel afterward.
Too much. That’s what I fucking feel.
I need to get away from her, before I convince myself this was anything but a mistake.
“Finish cleaning up and get dressed,” I tell her before stepping away from her to rinse off under the water. “I’ve got more important things I need to be doing.”
Alina blinks her green eyes up at me, like she’s confused. Maybe even a little hurt.
That makes two of us.
I grab my clothes before walking out of the cage, not caring that I’m dripping water all over the floor. I send a text to Valentin on my way to the bathroom to grab two towels. By the time that I return to the bedroom, I get a reply.
“Here,” I say as I open the cage door and toss one towel over to Alina, letting it land on the damp floor.
Alina frowns and shuts off the water so that she can get dried off. “What the hell, Gavriil? Did I…do something wrong?”
An unexpected ache hits me in the chest, forcing me to turn away from her so that she can’t see the pain reflected on my face. She did exactly what I hoped. I thought I had control over the situation. Until I felt it slipping away with one word from her lips.
“I still came in your hand even when you were moaning his name, didn’t I?” I remind her.
“You’re an asshole,” she says, turning her hurt into anger. “At least now I know who the ‘little brother’ really is.”
Ignoring her brutal fucking insult about my bigger than average dick, I get dressed, hearing her do the same. We’re both good and pissed off now, and it unnerves me.
Valentin enters the room and pauses near the door. “Arrangements have been made.”
“Good,” I say before glancing over at Alina, who looks like a kicked puppy. But also still furious with me. “Go with him.”
Alina doesn’t hesitate to leave the cage, not saying a word to me or even looking my way. She walks out of the room with Valentin, and I resist the urge to change my mind and call her back in.
This needs to happen, though, whether it’s a good idea or not.
She wants him, not me, and she’s made that perfectly fucking clear.
I make my way to my office and get on my computer, bringing up the software that hosts all the live video footage from my cameras. There’s a camera in every cell, and I click on the video feed from Dominik’s just as the cell door opens.
Dominik stiffens in shock as Alina is pushed inside. They stare at each for a few seconds, neither of them moving. I begin to wonder if things will be awkward between them. Will she tell him that she just came on my fingers? That I came on hers?
But then there’s an explosion of movement as she rushes to Dominik and throws her arms around his neck. He holds her as close as humanly possible like he wants her to be a second skin. And I can’t help but feel a burning deep in my chest as I watch them.
