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Andrei riles me up only to leave me hanging once, twice, three more times before I’m officially screaming in frustration. This feels so good, but it’s also the most infuriating thing I’ve ever experienced. I don’t know how much more of this sweet torture I can take.
“Please,” I finally rasp, my voice so quiet it’s nearly lost to the sheets beneath me.
“What was that, princess? You’re going to have to speak up.”
There’s a tightness in my chest, the stinging threat of tears in my eyes. I want to come so badly it’s actually starting to hurt. I need an orgasm right now more than I need my pride, so I finally unravel right before Andrei’s eyes.
“Please,” I moan. “Please, I want to come. Please let me come!”
“I would… if only I liked you enough to do as you ask.”
A delightful shiver snakes down my spine. MyGod, I always knew this man was going to kill me.
“A-Andrei,” I whimper. I think I’m going to go insane. “Andrei, I can’t take it anymore.”
With a sigh, he rolls me onto my back and quickly settles between my thighs, burying his cock deep inside me. He holds me close as our bodies move together, his kisses taking on a sweeter, more careful flavor. Our breathing aligns, our ragged ins and outs matching the pace of his thrusts. I drag my nails down his back, clinging to him as I finally—finally—find the release I was looking for.
Pleasure washes over me in one massive tidal wave. It starts from my core and bursts out, coating every fiber of my being with a wondrous heat I don’t think I’ll ever be able to describe. My head spins, stars sparkling across my vision as I struggle to catch my breath. Everything’s too sensitive, too harsh. Even the sheets, once soft beneath my body, are suddenly too rough for me to handle.
A sob escapes me. I don’t know where it comes from, but now I can’t stop. As glorious as the high was, now I’m met with a sudden drop. Exhaustion grips me down to the marrow and I’m suddenly too aware of everything.
I’m aware of all the stress I’ve been carrying, the pressure of trying to prove myself as the new pakhan more than I can bear. I’m aware of all the disrespect, all the preconceived notions others have about me in the form of a cold, ugly knot in my stomach. I’m aware of my family’s expectations, of how I’m now in charge of their wellbeing.
I want to be good. I want to be thebest. I want to show the world I can do it. Are my expectations too high? Probably. They have to be if I want to achieve my goals, because the promise of success is the only thing driving me.
But right now?
Right now, my brain has shut off and I can’t stop the tears from streaming down my face.
“Princess?”
I instinctively bring my hands up to cover my face. “S-sorry,” I mumble. “I don’t know w-why I’m crying.”
“Shit, Sandra, did I hurt you?”
Is that genuine concern I hear in his tone? Surely that can’t be.
“L-let me go,” I say, trying to push Andrei off me.
He holds me closer, pulling me against his chest as he pulls the blanket over us both. “Breathe,” he says gently.Toogently. Like he cares or something just as ridiculous. “Just breathe, Sandra.”
“I don’t u-understand why—”
“It’s perfectly normal. A sudden drop off in endorphins can do that to you.” Andrei presses light kisses to my hair, to my forehead, the tip of my nose. He rubs his big hands up and down my back, soothing and so delightfully warm. “You’ll be okay soon. Try to relax. It’s okay.”
In a daze, I trace my fingertips over the tattoos on his chest, studying them with hazy curiosity. My breathing slows, my heart rate calming. The sound of the hotel room’s ventilation is a distant hum in my ear, white noise that helps my mind settle.
I tap Andrei’s chest tattoo, the one in the shape of a dove over his heart. “What’s this one supposed to mean?” I ask, barely above a whisper.
“To honor my mother,” he says. I’m surprised by his honesty.
“Is she…”
“No longer with us. My brothers and I lost her a very long time ago.”
“I’m sorry.”
Andrei brushes his fingers through my hair. The gentle scrape of his nails over my scalp nearly puts me to sleep. “Don’t be.”
