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Next time?A lump formed in my throat at that simple phrase. He didn’t know there could be no next time for me. I was leaving him and everything I knew and loved behind.
Then he was inside me, and I couldn’t think straight, not even to worry about my unwanted future.This time there was no pain, only a delicious stretch that I welcomed. I was going to come embarrassingly fast; I could feel it. He pumped into me with a sinuous rhythm, and curl of his hips, setting me on fire. I held onto his waist as he pushed me flat against the desk, and brought my legs up and over his shoulders, his hand wandered to my clit. He rubbed it insistently until I was crying out his name, all caution thrown to the wind, as I exploded around him, and above us, the library lights flickered on and off.
CHAPTER9
Konstantin
Three weeks. I lasted three bloody weeks before I caved, and hunted Hana down. Three weeks of thinking about her, dreaming about her tight little body pressed against mine, her intelligent eyes glittering at me with wit and sweetness. Three weeks of watching that little dot tracker on my phone move across the city. I’d had Kira install a tracker in Hana’s cellphone while she was captive by the pier, so I could keep an eye on her.
I lasted three weeks, and I was pretty sure I could never last as long again. But while three weeks had felt like torture to me, there was no doubt that Jae Han Song didn’t consider it nearly long enough. If I was found sniffing around his sister, there’d be hell to pay. As I pressed a kiss to her forehead, the scent of her skin still stuck in my nose and my spent cock still wet with her pleasure, I felt dangerously close to not caring.
“Well, that was an expected surprise,” she breathed, her pretty cheeks turning pink now, as she looked at me under her lashes. She was dressed, and I still had my jeans halfway down my legs, and my dick out. Her eyes fell on my body, and I fucking loved the appreciative look in her eyes as she took me in. I pulled my jeans up, and tucked myself away, then reached for my t-shirt I’d managed to pull off at one point.
“A surprise, yes, unexpected, not so much,” I said, pulling my t-shirt over my head. “You can't expect something like the feeling we have between us when we touch, not to have a repeat occurrence, can you?”
Hana shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t have anything to measure it against. Maybe this is just what sex feels like,” she quipped.
“So you could know how desperately wrong you are, I could tell you to go out there and see for yourself, but then I’d have to kill the man you choose to test your theory with. Believe me, there is nothing ordinary about any of this,” I told her frankly. It was a little concerning how she seemed unaware of how unusual our chemistry was. I wanted her to burn with it as I did.
“Don’t kill anyone. I don't even have the chance to do that. As you said, I don’t get out much,” she laughed.
I tugged her against my chest. “If you make it sound like the only reason why you're not running around and testing the theory is lack of opportunity, then I’ll have to put you across my knee right here and teach you not to say things that make me see red,” I growled at her, only half joking.
Hana laughed anyway, once more, completely failing to understand how serious I was.
“Very funny. Let’s not pretend-,” Hana started, and then seemed to catch herself. Her beautiful, clever brown eyes dropped my gaze.
“Pretend what?”
“Pretend we’re ever going to see each other again,” she said quietly.
Those words were like a punch to the chest.
“What are you talking about, Cinderella? You left me your slipper, and I picked it up. That’s not how that story ends,” I reminded her, striving for calm against the raging storm in my chest.
“My brother will kill you if you try to get close to me, and we both know it,” she started.
“He can try,” I ground out.
Hana let out a bitter laugh. “And I’ll be happy if either of you loses? Please. You and I both know we don’t fit.”
Just when I thought the knife couldn’t go deeper, she found a way.
“If you’re trying to remind me that you’re out of my league, you don’t have to. I’m painfully aware, I just don’t care.”
“I’m not saying that – I’d never! What I mean is that no one will give us a chance, and to be honest, why would you bother? You could have any of the beautiful women dancing and looking longingly at you in Pravda any night. You don’t need me,” Hana said quietly. “Anyway, soon I won’t be here anyway. I’m going to Korea to see my grandmother.”
“For a vacation?” I urged. There was something guarded in her tone that was driving me mad. She shook her head slowly, and a tear squeezed out of her eye and ran down her cheek.
“To live. I’m leaving soon,” she said and took a deep breath. Her slim shoulders straightened and she seemed to collect herself. Song Min Ho might think his youngest daughter needed sheltering, but she was strong as hell, he had no idea. “So you see, it’s useless. But I’m glad I got to see you this last time and got to… you know.” She smiled at the last, her eyes glinting with teasing, her sadness dismissed. She’d taken that pain, and placed it inside the cage of my chest, and now stood poised to walk away. She glanced at her watch. “I have to go. Ho Jin will be waiting for me, and if I don’t come on time, he’ll probably pull the fire alarm or a gun on the security downstairs, and then I’ll get kicked out.”
She pulled away from me, while I was still too stunned to react.
“Goodbye, Konstantin Ivanov. I’m glad we met,” she said quietly, leaning forward, and pressing a quick kiss to my cheek, before backing up, and heading quickly for the elevator, as though she was worried I’d try and stop her. She wasn’t wrong, I was only a hair away from it. She called the elevator, and it arrived quickly. She disappeared inside, as I stood watching, my mind and gut churning.
She was leaving the goddamn country? For good? That was something I couldn't allow. No fucking way.
My hands curled into a fist around my cell phone as I pulled it from my pocket, dialing Kira.
