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"I used to be one step ahead of her and now I am not. She does not get to force me into marriage and then spread herself around and demand shit from me while holding you over my head."
I rode him harder, hating his words but taking them anyway. He breathed heavier each time I sank down and that only riled me up. I would never admit it to him, but I liked that she was behaving this way. She had blackmailed him, and while Kova was finally seeing her true colors, he'd only grow more distant with her. Our age difference may dangle between us, but our connection ran deep and the numbers were long forgotten when it was just us. Our conversations came naturally, and I didn't think anything truly did for him and Katja anymore. After what he’d told me about how they grew up together, I came to the conclusion they were convenient and just got comfortable. She may have found a way to hold on to him right now, but it wouldn't be forever. At least, I hoped not.
I took ease with my next set of words. I didn't want him to be offended by them, but it aggravated me that he was so concerned with her.
"Do you think it's a little hypocritical of you to be upset that she's lying about something when your cock is inside my pussy right now? That you’re in bed with your gymnast any chance you get?"
Kova moaned, his back arching again. He looked at me with sensual eyes and a tight jaw through a sexy-as-hell smirk. I pushed up his shirt to look at his toned body.
"That is exactly why I try not to ever question her," he said, thrusting into me. "It is hypocritical of me. I try to not raise my voice because I am no better. I am a terrible human being. A terrible husband." He thrust hard again and grabbed my hips to hold me down so he could piston into me.
I inhaled and held my breath, my thighs quivered around his hips. I felt like I was stretched to the max and it hurt, like little tears were ripping in my tender flesh. Kova pulled back and I let out a gush of air.
"I thought since I brought her to the United States in the first place I should give her free reign to do as she pleases. I set her up nicely. There was a time when I wanted to make her happy, but she changed, and I saw a side of her that disgusted me. Then, I saw you."
Wanted. Kova said it in past tense. They were both going in different directions and playing the game with each other now.
"Did this start when I came to World Cup?"
My heart raced in anticipation. An orgasm was climbing but I wasn't ready to let go just yet. Once I had Kova in me, I always wanted more. I never wanted to stop feeling him or this intense pleasure he brought to the table each time. Kova was an addiction and he knew how to take me higher than anyone and anything. I was spellbound as I watched his hips roll into mine so slowly and sensually that I lost my train of thought for a moment. He was so fucking sexy with the way his body moved. I sighed a breath, feeling good, and allowed myself to just sink down into him. I was floating on a cloud, my entire body tingling and on the edge of desire.
"God, you feel so good," I said, biting my lip. "When?"
"It started before you came here," he said. His forehead scrunched together, almost as if it’d just dawned on him. Kova looked at our joined bodies again. "I would say about six months or so before that. You had nothing to do with it, but you did not help the situation either. It just showed me things I wanted more, things I was missing."
"Maybe she feels the same way about you and it's why she's acting the way she is. Have you tried speaking to her about it?"
"Adrianna?"
"Yeah?" I said breathlessly.
"Can we not talk about her anymore? I just want to watch my cock slide into your little pussy."
Thirty-Nine
My eyes rolled shut and a shot of bliss went down my back.
"I did say something to her." He answered my last question. "I am a very confrontational man if you have not noticed. She denies there is anything wrong." Kova was fixated on our bodies.
He carefully took my lips in his fingers and spread them. My jaw fell open and my head rolled back. I almost stopped moving from the passion of it. He pinched my clit and angled his hips so I hit his mound when I slid down.
Kova was good. Too fucking good.
"Oh, malysh, if you could see this…" His voice was rough like gravel and goose bumps danced down my arms. "Put your hands behind you on my legs and lean back."
I did as he said and almost orgasmed right then. I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth, trying to hold back. It was too much, too good every time at even the slightest angle.
I wanted his honesty, I wanted him to open up to me, and he had. The oddest feeling surged through me while we had sex. Like we both were free. I wasn’t hurt. If anything, something reassuring settled in my stomach I couldn't name. Most people would refute the idea of a cheater talking to the other woman about his wife in this manner.
But we weren't most people. And I didn't consider myself the other woman. And, truth be told, we wallowed in the suspense of it.
It was sick. But I honestly didn't care. Kova told me it was okay to feel the way I did, and so I believed him.
"There is something else…" Kova gritted out, still staring at our joined bodies. "You are not going to like it."
Immediate panic ignited within me and I rode him faster and harder. I wanted to hear what he had to say, but I was too close to the edge of desire. I wasn't sure if I could handle it and changed the subject.
"Do you have a mirror?"
