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This was never something I enjoyed. My two previous experiences had been disastrous, borderline disgusting. But with Viktor, Iwantedto do this right. There was something different about him, and I was scared to explore just what that might be.
I wish this didn’t have to end.The thought popped into my head as I worked my mouth fast and tight over his cock. I could take another week off work, and if anything dire came up, I could draft things on my laptop. I’d brought it along for that very purpose, after all. And yet, even thinking this was crazy. Because this wasViktor, and this relationship was fake!
Then why does it feel so real?Because I’d known him forever? Or because I was finally embracing what had been right in front of me for so long?
Cutting off my thoughts, Viktor grasped me roughly under the arms and pulled me up. His cock slipped out of my mouth with a pop. My squeal of protest was cut off as his mouth found mine. Then Viktor leaned back, taking me with him. His sure hands pushed me onto his cock. A shudder ran through me at our brutal joining. Braced against his body, I rode what he gave me. His hands were splayed across my hips, that firm and possessive hold the same as last night.
I whimpered. The invasion was delicious, all soreness chased away as my body begged for more. Viktor pulled back, grazing my flesh with a bruising kiss along the line of my throat. My hair became a veil, cocooning us both.
“I needed to feel you again, suits,” he said by way of explanation. “I need to come in you once more.”
I stilled at his words. He continued scorching a path across my skin with his lips, and I realized with a little blip of horror that he was marking me. There would be hickeys all down my throat. And he confirmed that by saying, “I need your body to remember me too.”
He shattered all the dreams I was building in the clouds. Still, I wasn’t mad, not at him. I clutched him close, moving my hips. I met each of his thrusts, riding him for all I was worth.
The pleasure built up, but it wasn’t until he stiffened and spilled inside me that I shattered around him.
“Fucking hell, woman,” he whispered, breathing hard on the end of his climax. “You’ve destroyed me.”
“Don’t say that,” I panted, a little more harshly than I’d intended. “This was all no strings attached.”
This time, Viktor stilled. “You’re right.”
Gently, he pushed me off, grabbed the sheet, and wrapped it around me.
While my body floated in the aftershocks from my orgasm, my brain was already putting up defenses, because this felt like a goodbye.
Viktor leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees, and scrubbed his face. “I’m catching the 4:30 flight to Miami.”
My heart sank. This was worse than expected. “Okay,” I managed to whisper. “What happened?”
Viktor let out a self-deprecating snort. “Shit went down, and I wasn’t there to handle it.”
“I see.” A knot formed in my stomach, and nausea bubbled in my throat. Why was I having these stupid reactions? It wasn’t that bad.Liar.I bitch-slapped the taunting voice, shoving her and the tears back.
“That means I’ll still be there for the wedding and the cocktails. My duty as your escort will be done, but you’ll have to excuse me from the reception.”
“You’ll be excused,” I said, careful to keep my voice neutral.
“Alright. I’m going to shower. I’ll come pick you up from your room in an hour.” Without looking back, Viktor rose and moved into the bathroom.
I kept the tears back until the bathroom door clicked in place. How could I ever let it go this far? The fact that I was hurt about his sudden departure killed any madness about asking him if we could continue whatever this was back in the States.
I swiped at my eyes then struggled into one of the courtesy robes lying on the back of the bathroom door before grabbing my dress, panties, and shoes. It was clear Viktor was done with me, even if he wasn’t happy about it. I wouldn’t be the one to push; it would seem too desperate.
It looks like my mother gets her wish after all. She wanted him gone, and now he’s leaving.
~*~
The rest of the daywas a blur. I wasn’t part of the ceremony, but I was required for pictures. The makeup I had wasn’t strong enough to hide the marks decorating my throat, collar, and chest, and it took my sister’s professional makeup artist’s supplies to cover them up. “Make sure it’s waterproof,” was all I said.
I didn’t blame Viktor for them, but I was angry at myself for caring.I am disappointed by the turn of events. Nothing more!It took an awful amount of convincing to believe that line. But it was the story I was telling myself until I got back to New York and had the time to dissect this trip in minute detail.
When the family portraits were finally done, I hurried away from the tropical set where the photos had been staged. I couldn’t take any more of their remarks; it wasn’t enough to simply be present and celebrate such a wonderful occasion. The sooner I was in New York, the better.
Catching sight of a familiar, massive frame under a pavilion, I steered in the opposite direction. I didn’t want to run into Viktor until I was in better control of my emotions. A string of Russian curses chased after me. I turned, peeping over my shoulder to see Viktor was talking to someone who seemed familiar. Andrei something—I knew his daughter, Anya, who wasn’t here because she was with her mother in Europe. It had been a source of grief for my sister, who actually considered the teenage twit her friend and protégé—not that monsters like my sister had actual friends.
Volkov!That was it. Andrei Volkov was a powerful businessman in Manhattan. From this distance I could only pick out a few words. Something about pigs, guns, bodies, and butchering. I shook my head. I was too far away to know for certain if I had the translation right. But what was clear from their postures was that they knew each other, and they weren’t happy.
