out and touches my face. It’s such a soft gesture, so feeble and tender. And yet, it roots me to the spot the same as if she’d chained me here.
“You do scare me,” she says in this tiny voice I’ve never heard from her before. “You terrify me, actually.”
I say nothing. Do nothing. I don’t move an inch. For fuck’s sake, I can hardly breathe. Suddenly, I feel like I’m drowning in tension, as if the air got thicker and thicker until it’s choking me. Choking both of us.
“But I don’t think you’re as bad as you want to appear,” she finishes.
Her hand on my cheek is all I can feel. Five points of cool contact. I’m staring into the fireplace, my eyes unfocused. Teetering on the edge of losing control.
Don’t look at her, Matvei, I scold myself. Don’t fucking look.
But I can’t help it. I have to. I need to.
I turn and drink her in. Those doe-like eyes, so wide and innocent and frightened. But they’re filled with fire, too, or molten lava. I wonder if mine look the same. If both of us are just brimming full of this insane carnal need for each other. We’ve been fighting it since the moment I first saw her, when she stormed into my office and said my name the way no one has ever said it before.
She says she’s scared of me hurting her.
But I know the deeper truth. The real truth.
She doesn’t want me to hurt her.
She wants me to break her entirely.
Before I know it, I’m doing just that. Finishing what I started. Claiming her mouth in a savage, messy kiss. Pulling her onto my lap and running my hand up her skirt to clench that creamy thigh and grind myself against her.
She’s moaning softly against my mouth. I can sense the heat of her center radiating even through my suit pants. I reach up to squeeze the base of her throat. She gasps—she loves it, I can tell, even before she says a word. It’s obvious in the way she throws her head back, the way her breath shortens, the way her nipples pebble hard against the sheer fabric of her shirt.
My other hand unzips my pants, pulls my hard cock free, and shoves aside her lace panties so I can bury myself in her. Not a moment too soon. I feel like I would’ve died if I hadn’t been able to fuck into her just now. I needed it more than air.
She’s still choking under my hand. I can feel her pulse in my palm, thudding harder and harder as she groans up into the rafters. Her fingers are scrabbling on my wrist, but she’s not prying me off.
She wants this. She wants it to hurt. The pain just heightens the pleasure.
She starts riding me, her knees planted on either side. Soft little rocks at first, back and forth, but each one has me grinding inside of her to find more warmth, more wetness. Each motion coaxes a louder moan from her, a deeper growl from me.
I’m fucking up into her and she’s squeezing back down on me and we’re both moving so hungrily and desperately that it’s a miracle we don’t both shatter right here and now, crumbling to pieces on this couch.
Her scent fills my nostrils. I release her throat so I can grab her hips and roar as I pump hard up into her. Once, twice, a third time…
And then I’m pouring into her, emptying my seed and my soul all at once. She’s clinging to me for dear life. Her fingernails are drawing blood on my shoulders and her breath is coming hot and fast in my ear as she comes too.
When we’re both completely spent, she still doesn’t move. Her hair covers my face, smelling sweet, like flowers and summer breeze. I’m slicked with sweat—and then the regret begins to bubble up in me.
I shouldn’t have done this. I knew I shouldn’t have done it and yet I did it anyways.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I push her off of me. She falls to the side and looks up at me in confusion.
“Is something—?”
I shake my head and cut her off as I tuck my cock away. I don’t want to hear anything she has to say. It’s just another distraction. Another temptation.
“You should head upstairs and get in bed, Victoria. No more drinking.”
“There’s the Matvei I know and loathe,” she murmurs. She pushes herself up from the couch and crosses the room to