I comb my fingers through my hair quickly.
My eyes look feverish. I walk down the narrow corridor. I can hear the sounds of TV sets coming from the apartments on either side of me. I take a deep breath, knock on door number 632 and wait. The door opens, before I can say anything, Konstantin puts a finger on my lips.
He pulls me in and closes the door. For a few seconds, he does nothing, just looks at me, his eyes roving greedily over my face and body, then he catches me and whirls me around so my palms slam into the door.
He reaches in my skirt and tears away my panties. A small moan escapes my mouth, but he comes close to my ear and says, “Shhh…”
Then he tilts my hips upwards, crouches down, and swipes his velvety tongue slowly and tantalizingly along the crack of my sex. My stomach curls, but he doesn’t stay for long. It is as if he just wanted one taste.
He stands and pulls me towards him. I press my body invitingly against his hardness. With the solid heat of his body pressed against me I feel strangely safe. As if the outside world with all its problems and horrors does not exist.
I feel him grab my hips roughly, and suddenly, without warning and without using any protection he enters me in a fierce thrust. My mouth opens in a startled gasp. He is branding me. It is crude, it is primitive, but it is exactly what I want. I need to take him raw. And if he leaves his seed in me even better.
He plunges in again, harder.
I gasp softly.
I feel him pull apart my buttocks and the next thrust is so hard and so deep that my body jerks like a puppet. My eyes swivel upwards, dimly noticing the ceiling that needs a new coat of paint. All that I need is to be his. Like this. Forever.
His skin slaps against mine as he fucks me so hard I feel his thighs chafe against mine. He comes inside me in a rush of heat. And I am glad for his seed. I wish one of them will grow inside me. If that is the only thing I can have from him, then so be it.
“Shhh…” he says again.
I become still.
He crouches down again and pushes my skirt up, and looks at my pussy. I can feel his seed leaking out of me. He puts a restraining hand on the small of my back, he licks my swollen sex. Then he does something strange. He opens the curls of my sex and whispers something right into my pussy. Then he licks me clean. Just like a dog.
My hips start to move. I want him to fill me up again. I’ve been so empty without him.
While his thumb circles my clit, he pushes his fingers into me and finger fucks me.
Until I climax, my mouth opening in a silent scream. He doesn’t allow me to turn around and look him in the eye. He pulls me towards him, opens the door, and gives me a slight shove. The door closes and I’m standing in the corridor.
The sounds of the TV’s follow me all the way to the elevator.
He’s just treated me like shit, but I love him. I love him so much it hurts.
Raine
Weeks pass and as Helena Barrington predicted the date of Konstantin’s trial is set within two months of the time I went to her apartment. I mark the start of it on my calendar and cross another day off before I go to bed.
Life drags on.
Our little family seems to be in a limbo. I pretend to be normal, but it’s hard and often I find I am berating myself. If only I had trusted Konstantin and told him earlier about the painting. But I can’t go back and change the past. I can only make the future better by doing the right thing.
All Maddy knows is there is a slight delay to her procedure. Of course, she knows something is wrong, that Konstantin and I are no longer together, but she doesn’t ask about him, or refer to him as ‘the billionaire’ the way she used to all the time.
Once I find my mom crying in the bathroom. Instantly, I assume something is wrong with Maddy, but I find out she is crying because of me.
I stare at her in surprise. “Me? Why me?”
She drags me over to the mirror. “Look at you,” she says. “Just look at the state of you.”
In the mirror, I see a stranger’s face. It’s true, there are shadows under my eyes and my face looks gaunt and haunted. I’ve stopped taking care of myself. I hardly look in the mirror anymore because I can’t bear to look into my own eyes. I still feel so guilty, and until Maddy has her procedure I will not stop feeling bad. I can’t help feeling I ruined it all, for me and Konstantin and for her by being a fool.