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She quickly laid down, propped on her arms, watching me as she bit her lip. I climbed on top, straddling her waist, and gave my dick a few quick pumps before releasing onto her breasts. She hummed in satisfaction, and I traced my cum with my finger, brushing it onto her lips. She instinctively licked it off.
Such a good girl.
I could feel myself getting hard again.
“How do I taste?” I whispered, gently brushing her hair back and pulling her closer.
“Good,” she murmured softly, a smile playing on her lips as she ran her fingers through my hair.
“Not as good as you.”
After a gentle kiss on her lips, I stood up from the bed and reached out my hand, silently inviting her to join me.
She hesitated for a moment, looking at my hand with a hint of uncertainty.
Concerned, I called her name, but she turned away slightly, sitting up and pulling the covers up to her shoulders.
“What’s wrong?” I asked softly, my voice filled with genuine concern.
Damn it, she nearly drowned earlier, and I fucked her roughly like a caveman.
Volk, you’re fucking stupid!
She sighed softly, tears welling up in her eyes as she finally met my gaze. “I just need a moment,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.
As she cried softly, I held her close, murmuring soothing words while gently rubbing her back. “It’s okay,” I whispered, feeling the warmth of her tears against my chest. But she shook her head.
“We shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t have…”
I whispered her name, hoping to reassure her, but she suddenly pulled away, clutching the covers tightly.
“I’m sorry, I’m just … overwhelmed,” she breathed out. “I need to be alone, please. I just need some time to think.”
Her words hit me like a gut punch.
After weeks of battling my desires, each day a struggle against the longing that consumed me, her request felt like rejection. As the weight of reality closed in, I fought with myself. I wanted more, but my loyalty to Igor held me back.
I had to keep up appearances, pretending it was all just superficial.
Pretending like my soul didn’t crave hers.
“Fine,” I said quietly. “But remember, everyone in this damn house heard you begging me to fuck you.”
My bitterness tainted the air, reflecting the hurt and humiliation I felt.
Like a wounded kid, I lashed out, hurting her because her rejection wounded me.
She nodded silently, lips pursed, and got up, clutching the covers around her as she walked away.
I watched her go, my eyes locked on her until the door closed behind her.
Frustration and regret swirled inside me as I buried my face in the pillow, her scent lingering, her image etched in my mind.
Sofiya, what have you fucking done to me?
Chapter
Thirty
