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“Power,” she said. “Do you really believe that women are only after power? Or do you think it was a lie he concocted so that you would keep doing his bidding?”
I didn’t know what to think. I had grown up in a household where power waseverything. The moment I tried to step out of line, my father forced me right back into it, choosing the one thing that he knew he could hold over my head. He ruined my life, shattered my soul, and broke any illusion that I could be something other than exactly what he wanted me to be.
“It doesn’t matter,” I finally said. “The past is the past. All we can do is let it die.”
Elia slid her hand down to remove the glass from mine, setting it gently on the bar top before taking my hand in hers. “Come with me.”
Curious and tense from our conversation, I allowed her to take me over to the sofa, sitting when she pushed me toward it. “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice strained.
She climbed onto my lap, the hem of that yellow dress riding up dangerously high on her creamy thigh. “Don’t think,” she started as her fingers tugged at my buttons. “Don’t ask. Just relax and trust me.”
Trust…I didn’t know that word. I’d never been able to accept it. Between my uncle, the missing money, and the confusion with this marriage, there was nothing for me to trust.
But when her fingers worked free the buttons on my shirt and pulled it out of my waistband, I felt the tension starting to slide from my shoulders. She could be the anchor I had been looking for, the reason that I kept my sanity right now.
Elia could be something important in my life.
She could make me trust again.
My shirt crumpled silently on the floor, and Elia’s delicate fingers slid up my chest.
“Please,” she murmured as her lips found the side of my neck, her tongue sliding up to my jawline to place small kisses along the bone. “I’m here for you.”
I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, allowing myself to forget everything other than what Elia was doing right now. Under her touch, I felt as if I could be someone else. I felt like I could be more than just a monster whose heart was shriveled and dead.
When her fingernails scraped across my abdomen, I groaned deep in my throat, knowing where her hands were headed.
She was everything I wanted at this moment. Everything I needed.
I needed this. I neededher.
So, I let her remove my belt and undo my trousers, sliding the zipper down until my cock sprang out in her waiting hands. Under a lidded gaze, I watched her slide to the floor, positioning herself between my legs. “What are you doing?” I asked, knowing the answer.
She gave me a saucy smile as her hand gripped my cock, rubbing it from root to tip. “What does it look like I’m doing, Alyosha?”
I gave her a crooked smile. “It looks like your fucking lips are about to be on my cock, Elia.”
“That’s the right answer,” she grinned before lowering her mouth to me. I hissed as her mouth slid over my cock, taking me deep in her throat until she couldn’t go any further. She was good at this, among a million other things she was good at. But this…in this, she was unparalleled.
My hands slid into her hair, but I allowed her to take control, her head bobbing as her tongue ran circles across the sensitive head.
She hummed, and I nearly lost control right then and there, bucking against her mouth hard. I could almost feel the smile on her lips as they wrapped around my hardness, deciding that she would get a taste of her own medicine when it was my turn.
Because it was going to be my turn eventually.
Her nails scraped across the sensitive skin and I tugged on her hair, pulling her away from my aching cock. “Not yet,” I said as her eyes met mine. “You’re not about to win so quickly.”
She looked pleased with herself as she rocked back on her heels, her eyes full of heat that I could feel running through my veins. “Take your dress off,” I said hoarsely, gripping my cock in my hand. “I want to see you.”
Elia’s eyes traveled to where I was touching myself and when her pink tongue darted across her lips, I could barely control the flood of desire that pooled in my cock. “Careful now,” I growled. “Or I might lose control.”
“That’s the idea.” She smirked once more as she rose to her bare feet and reached for the hem of her dress, carefully pulling it over her head to reveal a lingerie set that left nothing to the imagination. If this was what I would get by sending her out shopping, then I was going to do it more often.
It also struck me at that moment that my wife was gorgeous in a way that was uniquely her. She wasn’t a stick-thin model type, but she had curves in all the right places. No matter how many times she bared herself to me, I would never be able to get enough.
She was a flame, and I was the moth drawn irresistibly toward it. And each time she ignited, I wanted to burn up in her light.
“Come here,” I said huskily.
