Tears of Betrayal

“Eyes on me,” he demands, and I barely have enough brainpower left to do as he asks, but the moment I focus on his dark brown irises, it makes a level of intimacy weave around us that I feel in my soul.

My body strains for release, my hips meeting every one of his thrusts. His cock fills every inch of me, stroking me hard.

“Please…” I beg when it becomes too much.

“Come, Malyshka,” he orders possessively as if he already owns my body.

In this moment, he does because I unravel at the speed of light.

I can’t tear my eyes away from his as I begin to convulse, and then ecstasy seizes every part of me. It’s overpowering, and I can’t think. I can’t move. I can’t breathe.

I can only feel as the orgasm rips through me.

“Christ,” Demitri hisses through clenched teeth. “You’re so fucking tight around me.” His body begins to jerk, and he pushes deeper inside me, sending more paralyzing waves of ecstasy through me.

When Demitri’s orgasm hits and I feel him swell inside me, sobs of pleasure begin to spiral over my lips, and just when I’m sure I’m about to blackout from the intensity, he slows his pace and allows me to come down from the orgasm.

Desperately I gasp to fill my lungs with air, spasms rippling through my body from the echo of pleasure that was just wrung from me.

Our eyes lock, and then Demitri pulls out of me and the moment between us shatters.

Activity returns to my brain, and then the realization of what I just did settles awkwardly between us.

It makes everything worse when the first words to leave my mouth are, “Damn, you have the stamina of a horse. For a moment there, I thought you were trying to break me in half.”

But it was good. So, so, so damn good.

The best sex I’ve ever had.

As if Demitri can read my thoughts, a smirk lifts the corner of his mouth.

Unable to hold his gaze, I lower my eyes, and then my eyebrows shoot up. “Da-yumn, no wonder. You’re hung like a horse as well.”

Demitri lets out a smug chuckle.

…And now would be a good time for the ground to open beneath my feet.

Chapter 14

DEMITRI

It happened so fast, I didn’t have time to look at Ariana’s body. As her cheeks flush a deeper red, I take a step back and slowly let my eyes drift over every exposed inch of her.

I drink in the sight of her soft skin that I felt rubbing against me a moment ago. Her breasts are just the perfect size for her body, and a toned stomach leads the way down to the valley between her legs.

So fucking beautiful.

Christ, she was a tight fit. I felt every stroke deep in my balls.

Ariana grabs the body wash and then turns her back to me, which only makes a wide smile spread over my face.

“Fuck, you have a sexy ass,” I say, the imprints of my hands still on her skin from holding her up.

“Ah… thanks,” she mumbles, clearly awkward now that the moment has passed.

Did I plan on fucking her? Not today.

Do I regret it? Hell fucking no.

Yes, the timing sucks, but when she looked at me with those big hazel eyes of hers, there was no way I could stop myself.

Ariana washes the suds from her body, and then she opens the shower door, grabs a towel, and darts out of the bathroom.

I let out a chuckle as I reach for the body wash. Looking down, my cock is still semi-erect. If she had stayed, I’d have her back up against that wall in a matter of seconds.

Even though the orgasm was one of the best I’ve ever had, I’m not satisfied.

I want more.

I want to tie Ariana to the bed and fuck her until she weeps for her release.

I want her coming on my face.

I want to thrust into that mouth of hers until she chokes on me.

I want to claim her over and over until there’s no doubt between us that she’s mine.

Mine?

My movements slow, and I search through my thoughts and emotions.

Yes, I’m attracted to her.

Yes, I loved every second of fucking her.

But mine?

I turn off the water, and stepping out of the shower, I grab a towel and dry myself. After I’m dressed in my usual cargo pants and a t-shirt, I sit down on the corner of the bed.

Do I feel protective of her?

Yes.

Would I be okay with another man touching her?

There’s a burst of possessiveness and anger in my chest that makes the answer clear as day.

Fuck. No. I’ll kill whoever lays a hand on her.

Okay, chill. Ariana has a lot to deal with right now.

I’m going to have to take it down a notch, or at least try to. Overwhelming her might just send her running.