Page 83 of Vicious Betrayal

I sob, my movements becoming erratic and desperate. My hand moves faster between my legs, and I can feel myself starting to lose control, the pleasure building to a breaking point I can't hold back anymore. "Cormac, please⁠—"

"Now," he snarls, his grip on my hip tightening as he thrusts up into me as hard as he can despite his injured shoulder. "Come for me now, Oksana. Let me feel you fall apart."

The permission shatters me. My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, ripping through my entire body with a force that makes me scream. I clench around him so hard it's almost painful as pleasure explodes through every nerve ending I have. I can't breathe or do anything except ride out the overwhelming sensation as it consumes me completely.

"Fuck," Cormac groans beneath me, his hips jerking up as his own release hits him. I feel the hot pulse of his cum inside me and his cock throbbing as he empties himself, and it only makes my orgasm intensify, dragging out longer than I thought possible.

When it finally starts to fade, I collapse forward, gasping for air, my entire body shaking with aftershocks. His right arm comes up automatically to wrap around my back, holding me against him, and for just a moment it feels like it used to. Like we're still the people we were before everything fell apart.

Then reality crashes back in. I pull away from him abruptly, scrambling off his lap and onto my feet. I can feel his cum starting to leak out of me, warm and slick between my thighs, and the sensation makes my stomach twist with a confusing mix of shame and lingering arousal. "Oksana—" he starts, but I'm already grabbing my discarded clothes from where they're scattered across the floor.

"I need to shower," I say, my voice flat and emotionless. I can't look at him. I'll break down if I do.

I find the bathroom down a short hallway. It's small and outdated, but it has running water, and that's all I need. I turn the shower on as hot as it'll go and step under the spray, letting it scald my skin as I try to wash away the feeling of his hands on me, the memory of how good it felt to have him inside me again.

It doesn't work. Nothing works. I scrub at my skin until it's red and raw, but I can still feel him everywhere. I can still feel the ghost of his touch, the weight of his gaze, the way he looked at me like I was both everything he wanted and everything he hated.

I hate you, I said. And I meant it. I hate him for being so cruel, for refusing to listen, for treating me like I'm nothing but a traitor and a liar. But I also hate myself more, because even after everything, even knowing how much he despises me now, I still want him.

I still love him.

—

When I finally emerge from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel I found in a cupboard, Cormac is sitting up against the wall where I left him. He's managed to pull his jeans back up and fasten them, though his shoulder is still bare and the stitches I put in are stark black lines against his pale skin. There's fresh blood seeping through in a couple of places where the wound must have reopened during our... during what we just did.

He looks up when I walk in, and his expression shifts immediately to something that looks almost like concern. "Are you alright?" he asks, his voice rough. "Any pain? Cramping? Anything that feels wrong?"

"I'm fine," I say quietly, pulling the towel tighter around myself. "I'm barely even sore. The seatbelt caught me, but I didn't hit anything. The baby's fine."

He nods slowly, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. "Good. That's... good."

I stand there awkwardly for a moment, then retreat back to the bathroom to dress. When I come back out, fully dressed, Cormac is still sitting in the same spot, watching me with an unreadable expression.

"I'm sorry," he says abruptly. "For losing control like that. I shouldn't have—" He breaks off, dragging his right hand through his hair. "You're pregnant. You were just in a car accident. I shouldn't have touched you."

The apology catches me off guard. I sink down onto the floor a few feet away from him, pulling my knees up to my chest and wrapping my arms around them. "You didn't force me," I say quietly. "I wanted it too. Even if I shouldn't have."

Silence stretches between us. The rain is still pounding against the roof, and somewhere in the distance, thunder rumbles. The storm shows no signs of letting up. I take a shaky breath. "Even if it doesn't matter anymore," I say, my voice barely above a whisper, "I want to explain. I want you to know the truth."

"The truth," he repeats, his tone flat and skeptical. "You mean more lies?"

"No." I shake my head, tears already burning at the back of my eyes. "No more lies, Cormac. I'm going to tell you everything, and you can believe me or not, but I need you to hear it. I need you to know that I never wanted any of this."

He doesn't say anything, but he doesn't tell me to stop either. So I start talking.

"After that first night," I begin, my voice shaking, "after you sent me home in the Uber, the FBI showed up at my house. Agents Reyes and Brennan. They told me that my sister Katya had gone to them. She was upset over the marriage my father arranged for her. She'd given them information about my father and brother, about our family's business. They had evidence, enough to put my entire family in prison."

Cormac's expression doesn't change, but I see his jaw tighten.

"They knew I'd spent the night with you," I continue. "They knew who you were, who you worked for. And they told me that if I didn't help them, if I didn't get close to you and gather evidence against Declan's organization, they'd prosecute my family. My father and brother would go to prison for a long time, and my mother and I would too, for a shorter sentence. They'd take everything from us."

I swallow hard, wiping at my eyes with the back of my hand. "I didn't want to do it. I told them I couldn't. But Reyes said that if I refused, they'd make sure my family suffered. She said they'd make an example of us. And I believed her, Cormac."

"So you came back to me," he says, his voice dangerously quiet. "You showed up at my house, and you seduced me, knowing the whole time that you were going to betray me."

"Yes," I whisper. "Yes, I did. But it wasn't—it wasn't just an act, Cormac. I know you don't believe me, but it wasn't. I wanted you. I wanted to be with you. And the more time I spent with you, the harder it got, because I was falling for you, and I knew I was going to destroy you, and I didn't know how to stop it."

He laughs humorlessly. "You expect me to believe that? That you actually cared about me while you were stealing files from my laptop and reporting back to the feds?"