Her breasts, so full and partly confined by her bra.
Her pussy, bare to me with her skirt flipped up. I’d shoved it out of the way when I pounded into her, making her ass cheeks skid back and forth on the slick surface. I stared for a greedy second at how snugly I locked into her. My cock disappeared into her pussy. Glistening cream circled the area where we’d come together.
And damn it all if it didn’t make me want her again.
No.
No more.
Are you fucking insane?
I realized I had to be. Certifiably crazy. Because that was the only answer for why and how I’d caved. Regret crashed into me as I stole one more lasting look of her like this. A conquest. My property. The woman under my captivity and order because her father hadn’t realized what an asset she was.
No fucking more.
That had to be the first and last time I lost my control with her. Iwascalmer now, venting my fury with hard, hot, fast sex. Now that I could think straighter, I had to double down on my duty, not getting some in the heat of the moment.
My brothers would be here any second. My cousins were on their way after my urgent summons.
“You should get up,” I said. My voice came out gruffer than I intended it to, but there was no helping that now.
She blinked, opening her eyes and immediately furrowing her brow. Reality hit her swiftly, erasing the euphoria on her blissed-out face. As I pulled out of her and regretted the tight fit, she avoided making eye contact as she scooted to sit.
I wiped myself off with the tail of my shirt before hastily shoving my dick back under my pants. She hurried to clean up too, awkwardly hopping off the desk and using her skirt to clumsily clean up the slickness.
Words stayed tangled on my tongue. Nothing came to mind. I didn’t have anything to tell her, no thanks, no platitudes, no excuses. Not a single thing. My mind was blank. The dread that my uncle could still be alive and scheming against me was starting to creep back in. And the urgency of getting Elena out of here before the others showed up took precedence.
“I—” I cut myself off as she stumbled. She was practically running, tripping over her own feet. I reached out to grab her upper arm and prevent her from face-planting. As soon as she was upright again, she resumed clutching the remnants of her blouse. Hugging it closed the best she could, she escaped without a word. Without letting me fumble over something else to say.
I was alone again. Whooshing out a deep breath, I raised my brows and stared at the desk. No slick spots showed. There was no evidence at all of what had just happened. It was over so quickly that it was a shame, but as I zoned out, I could clearly revisit it all. How she’d moaned and trembled. How she’d cried out and milked me dry.
“Fuck.” It left me as a breathless admission.
I hated that I caved.
But more than that, I hated how much I wanted to cave again and again.
I’d never forget the blush on her cheeks. That damnable embarrassment she’d have around me. Her modesty, her innocence, and her blatant lack of experience served to make me want her even more.
Despite just coming moments ago, I lusted for her all over again.
Fuck. Fuck this.
I had to get my head into gear. The sounds of my brothers on the stairs was the trigger to shove that gorgeous, smart blonde far out of my thoughts.
I turned, staring out a window. Viktor was on the phone as he entered, but we acknowledged each other with a nod. Lev and Nikolai entered too, right after him, and they were too engrossed in a conversation about the dates of a handoff that they didn’t pay me much attention.
The second Alexei came in, he zeroed in on me with that smirk he saved just for me. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Fuck off.” Nothing was wrong with me. Just the regret of caving for a woman when I knew I shouldn’t have. I was fucking fine, shooting my load into Elena. The endorphin rush was gone, though, replaced with the reality of what faced our family.
“You seem distracted.”
That’s putting it mildly.
“Are you all right? Or are you buckling under the pressure of the role you need to take?”
Maksim arrived, shooting him a dirty look. “Leave him alone. He doesn’t buckle.”
