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I cried out in surprise as he sank deep inside me. There was surprisingly little friction or resistance, which told me he’d made use of more of the ointment while I’d been out of it. I was bristling with oversensitivity as he fucked me, but I loved it all the same. I liked the feeling that he had complete sway over me and could take what he wanted. I liked being at his mercy so fast after I’d pounded him as hard as I could and filled his ass with my cum.
With a fierce cry, he did the same for me. I shivered as his thrusts turned hard and then gradually slowed. After that, Hayk collapsed to my side. I rolled into him, and without missing a beat, we wrapped our sweaty, overheated bodies around each other and kissed each other noisily and sloppily while trying to catch our breaths.
I don’t know how long we carried on like that. Even kissing felt like too much of an effort after a while. Our breathing steadied, but we just lay there in each other’s arms, kissing now and then when we couldn’t stand being apart for another second.
I almost fell asleep like that, until Hayk murmured, “You had questions for me?”
I couldn’t help myself, I burst into laughter. It was funny, and I was happy. I wanted to be happy like that every day, on my terms and Hayk’s terms. At that moment, I was too spent even to worry that it would be impossible and that I just wasn’t meant to enjoy my life.
I kissed him once again, then pushed him to his back and spread myself on top of him. I couldn’t help but smile, which felt so unlike me, as I balanced above him, staring down.
“I only have one question, really,” I said, playing my fingers through his hair. God, Hayk was everything I’d ever dreamed of but didn’t think was possible.
“And that question is?” he prompted me, sliding his hands down my sides to grab my ass.
Even that made me laugh with sated fuzziness. I kissed his lips quickly, then pushed myself to ask, “Do you want me?”
Hayk started out smiling, as if I’d asked some sort of riddle. His face froze before he could fully commit to the expression, and he switched it to look up at me with a new understanding.
“Yes,” he said, sounding surprised by his answer. “I really do.” He blinked, and his expression grew even more serious. “Men come in and out of my life all the time, hundreds of them, but I don’t want you to go.”
“Even though we just met this morning?” I asked. “Even though I’m a grumpy git with no money at all, no job of any sort, and no idea what I want to do with my life?”
Hayk resumed his slow smile, as if his deep thoughts were a mere interruption on the way to where his emotions had intended to go in the first place. “Yes,” he said.
“Really?” I arched an eyebrow, as if asking whether he was serious.
“Yes,” Hayk said again, laughing. He squeezed my ass, then stroked his fingertips up and down my back, giving me shivers. “In fact, if you must know, I kind of want to steal you away and keep you in a cupboard and not let anyone else touch you or claim you or hurt you.”
I laughed out loud at that, fighting the twist of bitterness that came from my old, ingrained way of seeing things. “That’s rich coming from a whore who I will have to share with every sailor who drops anchor in Good Port.”
“I don’t care about them,” Hayk said, shaking his head, his body tensing under mine. “They don’t mean anything. They’re my customers, that’s all.”
He sounded so much like Peter that it actually put me at ease.
On a whim, I folded my arms over his chest, resting my chin on my hands, and peeked awkwardly up at him as I asked, “What if I didn’t want you servicing other men? What if I wanted to keep you all for myself?”
As I’d expected, Hayk tensed even more. He let out a heavy breath and rubbed a hand over his face, then pushed it through his hair. That wasn’t enough for him, so he muscled me to my back, reversing our positions.
“I have a contract, Anton,” he said in a sad voice. “I didn’t initiate that contract, but I agreed to it. I signed it.
“You did?” My heart wavered uncomfortably. I’d imagined that Hayk and Billie were forced into sexual servitude, just like I’d been when I’d been bought by Ludvig.
Hayk lowered his head for a moment before looking me in the eyes again. “I did. It didn’t seem to matter at the time. I…I didn’t know I would find someone who I actually wanted to be with. Not before the contract was up.”
“And you still have two years,” I said, turning my head to stare out at the night sky beyond the balcony.
Hayk was quiet for another few seconds before saying, “I don’t hate what I do, Anton. And…and I don’t want you to hate me for it either.”
I snapped my gaze back to him. “I don’t hate you for it,” I said, raising a hand to cradle the side of his face. “Do you hate me for spending the last two years as the pup of a man my father’s age? Or for agreeing to be Dmitri’s pup and letting him fuck me every which way for the last week?”
“No,” Hayk answered without hesitation. In fact, my questions seemed to put him at ease. “You know I don’t.”
A flash of inspiration hit me. “So what do you think we should do?” I asked. “How can we have what we want, have each other?”
Hayk blinked at me. I could tell he was trying so hard to find an answer to that question. I could practically see the wheels turning in his head. But more and more time ticked by, and he didn’t have an answer.
“How long do we have to come up with an answer?” he asked, flopping to his back by my side and turning his head to me.
