Cruel Lover

“No. Never apologize for being so perfect. I’d take it just to be inside you right now. I love you, Malta.”

He moves inside me, and I let the words sink in. Love. He loves me. My heart thunders with the meaning, and I wrap my legs around his back, pulling him deeper as I feel sweat breaking out across my naked body. The rasp of his breaths keeps time with every heartbeat as he moves forward, back, forward, back, digging deeper into me with every thrust.

“I love you too,” I say, finally, and nothing has ever been truer in my life. Right now, I’m able to forget all my troubles and just cling to him, cling to his strength, enjoy this first coupling between us.

He grins and kisses my lips, and I hear the slap of his balls against my ass as he finally finds his depth. It hurts, and I can hear my own screams, but I don’t care. I’m lost in this moment, lost in our exchange of declarations.

Somehow, I know that it had to be like this. We haven’t missed out on ten years of happiness together, because everything was leading to this moment. He’s the one for me, and no matter what else, he’ll always be here, always be mine.

“Memorizing every moment,” he grunts, his teeth clashing against mine as we kiss frantically. My body is nothing but a ragdoll being thrown across the bed by the raging steam engine of his hips.

I cry out in response, trying to form words but unable to even make a coherent thought.

He murmurs and groans, but it’s wordless as we both come close to the edge.

Unable to take it any longer, I reach out and wrap my arms around his neck, lifting myself completely from the bed, and he rises, turning, throwing me against the wall, one of the car pictures falling and cracking on the floor. I mewl softly as the breath is driven out of me, and gravity takes over. His cock comes up to meet me once, twice, three times. I feel my body stretched with each thrust, a shooting pain sparking in my brain every time his cock reaches its depth.

Hoarse cries are driven from my throat, desperate panting as my sticky hair whips across my forehead.

And neither of us needs to say a word.

I grip his face hard, pulling his lips to mine as I wrap tighter around his waist with my legs, and he thrusts inside me one more time, going deep and staying there. My body trembles as the orgasm rips through every muscle, and a low howl builds in my chest as I throw my head back. He forces me hard against the wall, and growls as his cum spurts inside, my body milking every last drop. Jet after jet is released against my cervix, and I writhe in his arms as I take it.

“I love you, angel,” he whispers into my ear, nibbling on the lobe. “I’ve always loved you.”

“I’ve always loved you and I always will,” I reply.

“Am I your goomah?” I ask as he washes me off in the shower. I’m not angry, I just need to know.

He laughs and shakes his head. “I told you, you’re the only one for me, Malta.”

“But Naomi… She had a key. She knew Roxie.”

“Are you jealous?”

I think for a moment, then shake my head. “I just want to know the truth. Who is she? And who am I?”

“And if I tell you the truth, will you believe me?”

He looks into my eyes as he sponges between my legs, making me wince. I’ve already seen the blood on the sheets, a few drops on the floor by the wall. But I wouldn’t want anything else. And I trust him. Perhaps I shouldn’t, but I do.

I nod. “I’ll believe you.”

He kisses my thigh. “First of all, the Volos family is Greek and Cuban, not Italian. We don’t have goomahs or whatever they’re called. Greeks just have affairs, or mistresses. I’ve heard some of the older guys refer to their side women as hetaira, but I’m not sure what it means. Second, I don’t have one and never will. I told you, I’m a virgin. Or I was, until just now.”

He grins mischievously and I laugh, nodding.

“OK. And Naomi?”

His face darkens. “She’s had a thing for me for a while. My father employs her as a secretary, I think just to annoy me. He must have given her a key to my place. But it is my place, and I’ll be having words with him.”

“What about…” I draw a deep breath. Part of me doesn’t want any more of this. I just want to enjoy what I have with Oz, right now. But I’m aware that there are more things going on. “What about my dad? Why isn’t he on the private ward?”