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Leonid doesn’t fight the urge.
A second later, I feel his cock erupt with warm thick come. It explodes down my slick walls, into the deepest parts of my pussy, filling me up in space I didn’t even know I had left.
The feeling only adds to my pleasure. And when he’s emptied himself inside of me, I feel a sense of satisfaction that I’ve never felt before.
… But that satisfaction evaporates when Leonid pulls his cock out of me.
Suddenly, I feel so empty.
But then he collapses onto the bed next to me, and a little sliver of warmth splits through my chest.
The mattress sinks under Leonid’s mass, and I can’t keep myself from rolling into him.
He doesn’t shrink away. And my cheek hesitantly finds a spot to rest against his hulking shoulder.
“… I’m assuming you took some kind of contraceptive before our meeting in the bayou,” Leonid says, after a long moment of silence.
I swallow, unsure of whether I feel ashamed or proud of the fact that I just let him come inside of me. “Retsos stuck me with a contraceptive injection before our meeting…” I admit. “He didn’t want us having a baby until—"
Before I can finish, Leonid spins around and places a strong finger against my lips, shutting me up.
“Never speak about other men in my bed.”
“…This is my bed,” I remind him, my hot breath crashing against his finger.
“Not anymore,” he whispers.
Slowly, his hand slips down my lips, and he seems to trace a line from my mouth, over my chin, down my throat, across my chest, around my belly, and to my cunt.
My entire lower body is still throbbing with a strange mixture of pleasurable heat and searing pain. Hell, I’m already sore. But still, when Leonid rubs that finger of his between my wet pussy lips, I feel ready for round two.
But that’s not what he’s interested in.
No. He’s interested in something far more twisted.
“You’re bleeding,” he says, taking a sample with his finger.
“… Isn’t that what’s supposed to happen?” I ask, as he brings his finger back up my body.
My blood stains his fingertip. To my surprise, Leonid slips that finger into his mouth and sucks my blood off.
“Now we both know what each other’s blood tastes like,” he says.
Just like that, I can taste his blood on my tongue again.
Pushing into him, I carefully reach for his face. He doesn’t pull away.
“What happened to you?’ I ask, my thumb brushing up against the cut on his lip. “Were you in the building when the bomb went off?”
“I was…” he confirms. Then suddenly, he seems to remember something. Something deep. Something personal. Something that tears him away from me.
“Leonid, I swear, it wasn’t my fault. I would have never ordered my men to do something so… vile.”
“It’s not that…” Leonid whispers, sitting up in bed. It’s the first glimpse I get at his twisted back. There are even more tattoos here than on the front of his chiselled body. But these ones are darker. And they’re painted over even deeper scars.
Suddenly, it hits me.
“You were taken as a child too…” Just like his brother. Is he remembering what the Greeks have done to him? Is he trying to remember why he should hate me?
