I—
Thick, ropey cum surges from my twitching cock. Bella sinks her teeth against my skin as I empty myself onto her hand, her arms, and her body. She moans in time with my shuddering orgasm, but continues to stroke me until she wrenches every drop out of my twitching cock.
She’s going to put me on my knees. She’s going to make me confess just how much I care about her and want her.
I can’t do that to her.
Don Leo will use her to destroy me. He’ll hurt her more than he’s already done, and he’ll make sure he’ll make her suffer before it all ends.
I can’t let that happen.
Iwon’t.
“No.”
The word rips out of me like a gunshot.
I wrench myself backward, away from Bella’s reaching hands, away from the warmth of her body and the magnetic pull of her touch. Cold air hits my chest where I’ve been pressed against her, and the loss hurts as much as a knife to the gut.
Bella blinks at me through the steam, confusion clouding her features while my cum rolls down her body with the rivulets of water.
And before I say something that I regret, I step out of the shower, and turn around before she can ask why I pulled away. If I look at her—standing there wet and flushed and so goddamn perfect—I’ll step back under the shower, scoop her in my arms, and fuck her over and over again until the end of the world.
So, I quicken my pace, walk out of the bathroom, and slam the door behind me.
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The door slams.
I stand there, towel clutched to my chest, water still streaming over my shoulders, trying to understand what just happened.
No.
That single word echoes in the steam-filled bathroom, bounces off the marble walls, and drills into my skull.
I let him finger me to orgasm against his shower wall, jerked him off until he came all over me, and he still said no.
My body still feels electric as my nerve endings keep firing. Phantom sensations linger where his hands used to be. My body feels an aching emptiness that has nothing and everything to do with the insatiable hunger between my legs.
What the fuck just happened?
How can he just carve out a piece of me and take it with him, only to say no and walk away without even sparing a look back at me?
I slide down the wall onto the shower floor and let myself bathe in the musky sweet scent of Slava’s cum. Pearls of cum dot my hand, arm, and body. The ghost of his warmth is still kissing my skin.
He wanted me. I felt the way his hands trembled when they touched me, and heard the raw need in his voice.
That wasn’t an act. You can’t fake that kind of desperation.
I turn my hand under the water, and then, I put one finger into my mouth, savoring the rich salt of his semen on my tongue. The taste sends a tingling aftershock of pleasure rippling through my body, and I moan.
My tongue curls out, lapping up one drop of semen after another from my hand into my mouth.
I swallow them like a good girl.
Likehisgood girl.
