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As I move back and forth, my hips rocking, my cock thrusting in and out of her pussy, I realize what I thought was obsession, what I thought was a deep desire to own her, has actually been love all along.
I love this woman.
I love everything about her. Every full curve, every soft bit of her skin, her hair, her smile, her laugh, her tenderness.
I am in love with her.
My heart begins to hammer against my ribcage, threatening to break free. I begin thrusting harder, faster. She cries out and tilts her head back against the pillow as I drive myself into her, pushing, thrusting, fucking her as though she belongs to me. Because she does. She is mine.
Tia’s nails dig into my back as she grips my body, gasping and moaning with each thrust. Her legs lock tighter around me, and her pussy begins to suck me in as it pulses over my cock.
I’m so hard, so ready to explode, but I’m waiting for her.
Her legs start shaking.
I pull her back upwards, holding her against my body, arching her, fucking her.
She screams as her orgasm hits her, wave after wave of intensity.
My cock explodes inside her, as her pussy locks over me.
I am in love with her.
I can’t believe I didn’t see it before.
Chapter 23 - Tia
Every time we have sex, my heart seems to pull closer to him. For me, it’s not just physical. I feel a connection. A connection that I am not sure he feels. He hasn’t given me any clues or hints to say that he feels the same way I do, and it’s really starting to scare me.
My heart is in a very dangerous place.
Soon our deal will be over. I will have to start looking for a new job, I will have to start learning to numb my feelings for him so that I can survive without him.
I can’t believe I was so stupid—stupid enough to fall in love with the man who I made a very clear deal with. A deal that benefitted both of us and had nothing to do with love.
We are sitting at Leon’s holiday house near the coast. The balcony overlooks a massive stretch of crystal blue water, rolling waves and bright blue skies.
It’s a gorgeous day, and I should be happy.
I’ve graduated, I am almost finished paying my debts, my life is really good. But in the back of my mind I know that all of the things that are good are linked to Yefim.
I look over at him, playing with his nieces and nephews. They each have water pistols and are running around the garden, ducking behind chairs and blow-up pool toys, shooting each other and screaming with laughter.
A massive smile spreads across my lips. He is an incredible person. I never could have guessed just how amazing he is when I first met him.
He is everything my heart has always wanted without me even knowing or understanding that I wanted it.
I never would have guessed he was such a family man when we ‘got married.’ And I never, ever, in a hundred years could have guessed that I would end up falling madly in love with him.
“Tia, don’t you want to help me out here? These kids are beating me,” Yefim calls out, ducking behind the firepit, making it look dramatic and wild. I chuckle.
“You’re on your own. My money is on the kids, has been from the beginning. You’re outnumbered,” I laugh.
“That’s why I need you.” He stands up, his arms in the air, the colorful water pistol hanging from his finger. Three of his nephews leap up and start firing streams of water at him. He clutches his chest, staggering, gasping, rolling onto his side he does a very well-played and very over-the-top death scene while all of the kids laugh loudly and pile on top of him.
“Alright, alright guys, you got me. You win.” He chuckles, standing up with a kid slung under each arm. He spins them around, then sets them down. They run off to tackle one of the other uncles. Yefim walks over to the sun loungers and grabs a big white pool towel, then walks towards me as he dries his face with it. A gorgeous smile spreads across his face, the shadow of stubble on his jaw a giveaway that he’s in holiday mode.
“You got your butt kicked,” I grin as he sits down next to me. He picks up his gin with one hand and grabs the side of my chair with the other, pulling me closer to him. He grabs my leg and pulls it onto his lap, running his hand up and down my skin, pushing my summer dress a little too high.
