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“Look at me.” I whisper. “Look at me, Sergei.” His eyes are bloodshot, the rage inside them tangled with unshed tears. “Where am I?”

He only stares at me, his breathing uneven, panting harshly as he stops pounding into me.

“Sergei.” I cup his face. “Where am I?”

His lips part. “…Here.”

“Where’s here?”

He blinks, forcing himself to focus on me. “Home?” He whispers in a small voice.

I smile softly. “That’s right.” I brush my thumb over his cheek. “I’m home. With you.”

“You promise not to leave me again?” He starts moving his hips again, and I gasp, startled by the fear hiding beneath his voice.

But also, because I’ll have to lie again. And I nod. “I’m never leaving you.”

The answer seems to satisfy him as he picks his pace up, leaning forward to kiss my forehead before he begins rutting into me like a fiend.

“Are you going to come for me, malyshka?” And I’m already nodding, my head swirling in a pool of lawless hunger and desire.

“F-fas…” I gasp when he thrusts so hard, I’m barely gripping onto sanity. “Faster, fuck, yes…fuck me.” I’m reduced to a pleading puddle of limbs as he presses his delicious weight against me and jerks me closer.

“You are fucking mine.” His hand comes around to touch my clit and I shiver with the intensity, his body on top of me, his dick pounding into me with reckless abandon, his scent engulfing my senses and my body jerks, reaching the high I’ve only ever experienced with him.

“I’m yours.” I mumble and he pounds harder; movements charged with satisfaction.

“Good.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Girl.”

I shiver so hard as countless waves of tingles spiral through my body, it lasts for a long time that I don’t realise he’s covered my stomach in his cum and is toppled over me.

His groan is so loud, his body jolts and I’m left gasping as he buries his face in my neck.

“Fuck.” He mumbles yet I’m unable to form words. Guilt and confusion tighten around my chest as I struggle to steady my ragged breathing.

“Ohmygod.” I gasp and he chuckles.

“Me. I fucking did this.” He’s smiling down at me. So I do the same.

“You mean, oh my Sergei?” I reply.

“Yes, exactly like that when I fuck you again.” And he slides his already hard cock inside me again.

My mouth opens in a soundless gasp and like the opportunist he is, he slips his tongue in my mouth.

The emotions swirling within my chest are no longer piffling; they are pounding in my head so deafeningly loud that they look back at me whenever I meet my reflection.

Sergei is going to be my downfall.

He has no intention of leaving me, it is always me.

It has always been me.

TWENTY-SEVEN

Sergei

“Am I crushing you?”