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“I’m yours tonight,” I reply. We’re coming down from the heavens, now, yet I can tell from the ravenous look in his eyes that we are anything but done.

“You’re mine for as long as I want,” Leo says, his hold tightening on my jaw while I feel his cock growing again inside of me.

He cannot pull himself out. Why would he, when he’s catching fire again, and my pussy is still clenching him tightly?

“Yes, sir,” I reply, most satisfied as he releases my jaw and proceeds to massage my breasts, his hips swaying slightly.

It’s going to be a long night, a sweet and decadent night as I will submit to this man with everything I’ve got.

He’ll take me every which way, over and over, and I will welcome everything he’s got to give me, in return.

I love his fingers running through my hair.

His fingers digging into my flesh.

His possessiveness.

His dominance.

The sheer size of his cock sheated inside me, filling me, fucking my brains out until I’m no more than a glimmering puddle of afterglow.

* * *

The following morning, Leo and I are dressed and back to business as usual. Our eyes speak volumes. Our bodies long for one another. My soul aches, muted underneath the layers of winter as we head back to his car and leave the cabin behind. We barely say a word to each other as the last of the snowflakes fall over a vastness of pristine white.

Once we’re off the country road, those ancient pines quietly bidding us farewell forever, I give him a long look, admiring his profile while he keeps his eyes focused ahead. I remember kissing those lips. I remember him stretching my lips and deep-throating me like a beast last night. I remember him eating me whole and devouring every inch of me until we were nothing but shadows melting on the furry carpet in front of the fireplace, naked and covered in sweat.

I will remember it all forever, I think. I certainly don’t want to forget a single second of this. My flesh aches in the sweetest way.

“You’ll be safe here?” Leo asks as he drops me off at the train station in Abramtsevo. He gives me his coat to wear over my jacket. “It’ll keep you warm.”

“I’ll be okay.”

“Take it, Nikita. I don’t want you freezing, not even for a minute.”

I can’t help but smile and decide not to refuse his coat. I put it on and get out of the car. “Alright then.”

“You go straight home, okay?”

“Yes, thank you,” I say, the duffel bag resting heavily on my shoulder. “Drive safe.”

It’s all I can say at this point. I’d ask him to stay, to take me to Moscow with him, but we agreed we’d be strangers again in the morning, and it’s almost time to get back to reality. I’ve got a father in need of rescuing. A prima ballerina slot to earn. A life to build. It was fun, passionate, and intense. It was incredible to let myself be possessed and controlled the way I let Leo possess and control me.

Duty calls, however. And he knows it, too.

“I’ll see you again, maybe?” Leo says, half-smiling from behind the wheel.

“Maybe,” I mumble and shut the passenger door of his car.

Probably never again.

By the time I get home to Moscow, it’s late in the afternoon. I scramble to get everything else of value that I can take to the pawnshop, and once I’m done, I take the duffel bag over to my father’s apartment.

It’s loaded with cash, this time, while my shoulders are loaded with tension, my mind loaded with anger and resentment. I am partially responsible, after all. He got in this sort of trouble because of me, because of my passion.

Upon reaching the front door, however, I notice something uncanny.

It’s unlocked and slightly ajar.

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