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Her chest rose and fell in rapid movements. Her mouth slightly parted as she fixated on my hard cock, seemingly fascinated by its size.
Picking up several tissues from the box on the table, I cleaned myself, then zipped my pants up. Casual, as though I did such things all day, every day.
Fact was, I loved sex—rough sex, as brutal as a woman could handle. And as often as I could have it.
Marinka would be an interesting plaything to have for a while.
I stared at her for a prolonged moment, enjoying how unnerved that made her. Cheeks flushed, she scrambled to cover herself.
All I could see in her in that moment was Russina, but my wife would have never done what Marinka just did. She would have never exposed herself like that. She hadn’t been as brave.
Marinka was unequivocally different. She had watched me fuck someone else and then sought her own release. Commendable but still, the real pleasure of complete fulfilment would elude her until I allowed it.
At last, she found the gumption to stare at me, yet a disturbed expression crept on her face. Perhaps she was annoyed with herself that she’d allowed things to go this far.
Leaning over her, I placed both hands on the arms of the armchair, trapping her.
“I suppose that was a nice orgasm, and your little cunt loved it, Teacup. You will think of me all day today, hmm?”
5
Marinka
His whisperedwords and that nickname he gave me triggered something in me. My heart seemed to pause beating for a moment as he walked away. Anger boiled within, rising to the surface of my skin, then bursting forth.
Sebastian shut the door behind him and left me alone again to gather my wits, to try to control my emotions.
No, he couldn’t have known about the nickname. My mother had used it and I always hated it. Must have been a random thing, and he just wanted to assert his power over me.
A cold shiver crawled over my spine as I evoked the image of my brother in the bathtub again. The very one I’d been trying to block for so long, but it always came back when I felt overwhelmed with something. I tried to shake it off, to no avail. The memory felt so fresh. The blood around him and his purple lips, lifeless—a reminder his soul had left his body a long time ago. I’d never get the chance to talk to him again, to be in the same room with him again. The blanket of loss covered me, weighing me down. It was always hovering nearby, waiting for a moment like this to show up and offer its dubious comfort.
Fact was, those memories never really left me.
Damn, and after the horror of finding him like that, dead and cold in the bath, my mother had blamed me for the whole thing.Unworthy Marinka.
She blamed me for the utter disappointment her son had turned out to be.
For his secret that ended up shattering her world and filling her with a mixture of denial and rage.
She blamed me for loving him too much, more than I ever did her.
Blamed me for losing him.
Blamed me for breathing…
A few dayslater
“Follow me,”Sebastian said over his shoulder. He had changed into a navy suit and held a briefcase in his right hand. The scent of expensive cologne saturated the air in the room and I tried hard to ignore how it affected me.
He stopped in his tracks and slowly turned to look at me, his face tightening when he saw I was still seated. “Now.”
I got up and grudgingly followed him to the elevator with Marco hot on my heels. When it came to Sebastian’s orders, I didn’t have a choice but to do as I was asked. If I didn’t, I knew from experience he’d make my life miserable.
Two cars were parked outside, a limo and a land cruiser. As we approached, a heavily built man in a dark suit exited the limo and came to open the door. Sebastian got in first and I followed, making sure to create as much distance as possible between us.
I turned to close the door but it was already swinging back so I peered through the window instead. Another member of Sebastian’s security team appeared behind Marco and they both walked away, most likely to get in the land cruiser.
It was going to take quite a while to get used to my new lifestyle, or whatever this was. In fact, I was afraid I would never get accustomed to the expensive rides, guns, and bags full of cash. It was quite the irony, given my background. After what happened on the yacht, I found out that my own parents were involved in the same dirty business and yet they still managed to mingle freely with law-abiding citizens.
