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There was a lot of crying when Sasha couldn’t take being fucked anymore, but sometimes, there was begging, too, so I let her come.
The more the tears streamed down her cheeks, the harder I got. The longer she begged, the more I needed to own her so thoroughly, no one would be able to take her away from me.
I wanted to stop after that first time since she was clearly spent and probably sore, so I tried to be a gentleman and took her into the shower. But the moment her body fell against mine in a half hug because she couldn’t stand properly, all gentlemanly thoughts flew out the window. Not that the role had come to me naturally in the first place.
As my nature dictated, I fucked her against the shower wall until she had no choice but to hold on to me. Until she nearly fainted from how many times she came, and I had to use her mouth to finish off.
She did smile, although faintly, and murmured, “Thank you.” Now, I’m not sure what she was grateful for, but I still reveled in the fact that she was thankful to me.
If anyone were to ask what’s come over me, I wouldn’t have an answer. Even I don’t know what the fuck happens to me when Sasha is around.
In the beginning, it was mere curiosity as to why she pretends to be a man, but then I got to know her determination and tenacity, and it grew into a form of respect.
That says something since I only hold respect for a select few people and it took them a long time to earn it.
Soon after, I was irritated that she had the audacity to hide secrets from me when I own her life.
Now, it’s fucked-up desire. The type that’s impossible to satisfy, no matter how long or hard I fuck her. As if to prove my words, my dick strains against my sweatpants, demanding another round in her tight cunt.
No, it’s nothercunt. It’smine.
Everything Sasha has to give is mine to own, no matter what she says about it.
I head to the closet and change into a suit, still speculating about why the fuck I fell asleep. And why Sasha disappeared while I was sleeping.
She ran away, and you know it.
I button my shirt with controlled movements in spite of the fire that’s turning my insides to ashes. I’ve always been the type to turn calmer but deadlier in situations that go against my desires.
It allows me to see the picture from all angles and come up with the perfect plan to eliminate the problem.
Right now, that problem isn’t the assholes in the organization whose graves I’m slowly but surely digging. It isn’t my idiot brother or my useless mother.
It isn’t even Karina’s wasted life.
It’s the reminder that Sasha has a man somewhere.
I didn’t hear the entire conversation last night, but I heard enough to know she misses him, loves him more, and she’ll soon go back home for good. Oh, and she was smiling like an idiot and kicking imaginary rocks with her foot.
That’s the first time I’ve seen her that happy. It’s also the first time I’ve wished I had the power to pull someone from the other end of the phone and shoot him between the eyes.
But I can’t even find out who he is, because she shot the phone. To protect him.
Fromme.
My fingers tighten around the button, but I release it before I break the thing off.
She can try to hide him, but she’s underestimating my abilities to find anyone I set my mind on.
After I’m finished dressing, I leave my room and send her a text.
Kirill:My office. Now.
She doesn’t read it. I glare at the phone as if that will make her magically appear.
“Boss.”
I lift my head to find Viktor standing by the stairs and watching me peculiarly. “What is it?”
