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I tucked myself back into my pants and watched as Elia shakily pulled up her shorts, giving me a tantalizing view of her ass as she did so.
“The sauce is ruined,” she said, hurrying over to the stove to shut it off. I helped her remove the heavy pot from the burner.
“I’m going to change,” I said, needing to put some distance between us. “Then I’ll be back.”
She didn’t respond, and I strode to the bedroom, slamming my hand into the doorway as I did so. Dammit! She left me feeling insatiable. Every moment around her left me wanting her more and more.
Between whatever my uncle was plotting and Elia, my life wasn’t going to be peaceful for a long time.
Sighing, I walked to the bathroom, stripping off the rest of my suit as I did so. I had to get everything back in control.
Before everything went to shit.
Chapter Fifteen
Elia
Three Weeks Later
I moaned into the pillow as Aleksey filled me from behind, pushing until he met resistance. As always, he set my body on fire with his every motion. My nipples brushed against the comforter, sending small sparks of excitement burning along my spine. When his hand fisted in my hair, pulling me up to let loose a long wanton cry of pleasure, I arched my back instinctively against him. My body ground against his thrusting hips in a way that drew the same rumbling appreciation from him.
“Fuck,” he muttered above me as he splayed me open, his hands tugging insistently at my hair. “You minx.”
I gasped into the pillow, using it to muffle my cries of pleasure as he pulled back the taut tension in my body just a little bit further than before—enough to make me shatter under him. His thrusts grew more frantic until he finally collapsed atop me, shuddering, and emptied himself deep inside. His heavy body rested against mine briefly before I felt his lips brushing against my spine, tracing a neat, even line down to the small of my back.
And then, just like that, Aleksey pulled back and was gone.
Sighing, I pulled the comforter up around me, curling on the bed as I listened to him step into the shower to get ready for his day. My body trembled with aftershocks. My breath and my heart slowly returned to their regular cadences after Aleksey had left both racing.
But a nagging feeling remained, pulling at my gut like it always had for every night of the last three weeks.
It always came as my pleasure ebbed away. And trailing in its wake was an unbearable emptiness. He hadn’t kissed me since our wedding. Not once.
Not during our regular morning bouts when he held me under him as he left me a gasping, panting mess. Not during our evenings when his strong fingers pried apart my legs so that he might feast upon my quivering wetness. And not in the middle of the night, when his dark eyes burrowed into mine while his powerful arms held me firmly beneath him, his fist pulling my hair like a rider pulls at his mount’s reins until my voice grew hoarse from screaming.
I had never been so fulfilled yet empty at the same time. I welcomed the closeness of his body, the sound of moans that poured from his lips, and the light graze of his teeth as he nibbled his way down my neck and breast and thighs. Yet there was one thing that he continued to deny me.
One thing that I craved yet could never have.
He never allowed me to look upon him. He denied me the affection that I longed for, preferring to always enter me from behind. And always, the lingering emptiness would inevitably fade. And in its place was an indescribable shame.
I felt used. Yet each time when his touch—rough, insistent, and gentle all at once—reached me, I found myself craving him.
It was maddening.
The shower spray thundered on the other side of the closed door, and I contemplated joining him for once. I wanted to see the water running down in rivulets over his exquisite, hard body. I wanted to touch him the way he touched me. To make him succumb to me like he made me succumb to him.
I should hate him. I wanted to hate him.
But somehow, he always found a way to dispel my hate and turn it into lust.
It isn’t fair…Groaning, I pushed my own face into the pillow. I hated this endless cycle of my thoughts. The shower shut off. A minute later, Aleksey stepped out of the bathroom, body naked and glistening as he strode to the deep walk-in closet.
“Will you be home for dinner?” I asked, drawing up to a seated position on the bed.
“I should be,” he said, but his eyes never met mine.
Clearing my throat, I smoothed the covers around me. “I’ll have dinner on the table at our usual time then.”
