“Fuck,” he mumbles breathlessly against my shoulder. His saliva clinging to his lips and my skin.
He leans back up and I look up at him through partially opened eyes, only to see him looking down at me with a look of heated desperation.
“Look at you, so fucking dirty and hot for me,” he tells me. My entire body goes fire hot as he thrusts into me even as my body starts to relax.
His thrusts become more erratic and he grips my thighs as he pulls out and spills over my cock and stomach. The look on his face of pure bliss only seems to last a split second. Before he’s looking down at me with iciness in his eyes.
We’re both panting for breath, but he seems less exhausted than me somehow.
Alek shifts away from me and to the end of the bed, his shoulders slumping. I look up at him as my legs go limp on the bed and my eyes grow heavier. He’s glistening with a sheer sheen of salty sweat.
I don’t say anything, I just let my head fall back and eyes close. I’m prepared to let myself fall asleep, until I hear the ringing of a phone. Not my own.
“Hello?” Alek answers, but it’s in Trevor’s voice.
This catches my attention enough to pry my eyes open and look over at him again.
Alek stands up and motions me. I don’t understand what he’s trying to say until I follow his hand toward my clothing.
My body feels like gelatin, I’m not sure how I’m going to get up yet.
“Got it,” he says into the phone. “I’m in my room. I’ll be here waiting.”
I muster up all the strength I can as he’s hanging up the phone.
“You need to get the fuck out of here,” Alek tells me as he unties my hands.
I huff out a breath. “I gathered that.”
Alek’s demeanor has changed so quickly it practically gives me whiplash. I’m still buzzing from the high, but seeing the cold look on his face and the harsh tone of his voice leaves me hanging onto nothing. There’s nothing left for me to cling to to make the moment last longer. Even as much as I want to.
I’m not sure what I was expected. For him to cuddle me and ask to have dinner?
It’s not like I want that in the first place…
I pull on my boxers and pants, ignoring the wet mess on my skin and then stand up on wobbly legs to get my shirt and suit jacket.
The air in the room is still thick and moist, but there’s also a tension there that brings the mood down completely.
I tell myself it doesn’t matter, but as I push my shoes on and head for the door…the lack of any conversation between us weighs on me.
Still, I don’t say a single thing as I leave the room and enter the hallway. The bright light in the corridor making me squint.
Bliss is quickly replaced by something else.
Guilt.
What was I thinking? I’m supposed to be focused on the job, not fucking Aleksandr. I could get us caught or worse, killed.
It feels like a betrayal to my family somehow. A pit forms in my stomach. Dark, aching, and frustrated.
Not just because I feel as though I’ve risked our lives, but because…I want to do it again. I want to feel dominated and overtaken by Aleksandr again, and again.
He seemed to flow into my needs so easily, like he understood exactly what I wanted, needed,craved. I didn’t have to urge him, wish for him to be rough with me…no, he cut into me with ease and in cutting into my flesh, he left a wound on my soul that only he could patch.
Just as I round the corner, I hear Alek’s voice, Trevor’s voice, greeting whoever has shown up at his door.
I wonder how he’ll explain the blood on the bed.
