“Goodnight, Sarah.”
She left the kitchen, her footsteps quiet, and for a moment I was alone again in my cold, expensive house—except it didn’t feel quite as cold now. I poured myself a drink.
The first swallow burned, familiar and sharp. It didn’t fix anything. It never did. But it gave my hands something to do.
I had built my life on control. On power. On making other men afraid to touch what was mine. And yet somehow, without meaning to, I had let a woman and a child step into the center of it—and now the thought of failing them tightened my chest more than any threat of prison ever could.
I took another drink and wondered, not for the first time, when exactly my choices had stopped being mine.
***
I’d never been a man who liked to share his personal space with women. When I slept with someone, I usually did it at her place or a neutral location. A hotel. A car. Even in the bathroom of a nightclub once or twice.
When I was in my own bed, I enjoyed the peace that came with knowing it wasmyspace alone. The sheets smelled like my body wash and the pillows were indented with the shape of my head. Most importantly, I could fully relax, knowing there was no one else around. That was something I needed after growing up in such a volatile environment.
But tonight, I longed for something I’d never desired before.
I wanted Sarah warming my bed. I wanted to breathe in her scent. My fingers itched with the urge to trace her soft skin and sink into the wet heat between her legs.
I’d been hard as a rock in the office at Alina’s today, watching her fall apart as she ground herself against my dick. Her passion was intoxicating, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it as I lay in bed. I’d have taken her after dinner so we could continue what we started, but she just looked so broken after everything that happened, that I didn’t want to pressure her.
Rolling onto my back, I shoved my boxers down and gripped my aching erection. The moonlight shining in through the window illuminated the room just enough to remind me that I was as alone as always, so I closed my eyes and pretended that wasn’t the case.
In my mind, I saw Sarah as she looked today in the office, her lips parted as she let out breathy moans, strands of her brown hair coming loose from her ponytail to frame her face. Her eyes were liquid pools of desire.
My hand worked up and down my shaft as I thought about what could have happened next if we weren’t interrupted. I was planning to rip off those tight leggings and take here right there on the desk. Letting the fantasy play out in my mind, I pumped my cock faster.
The pleasure built slowly, my own hand nowhere near as potent as the effect of having my woman with me. But my imagination ran wild, and I panted as moisture leaked form the tip of my cock. My body hummed, and I could feel my orgasm coming. I thought of Sarah’s quivering body and moaned.
As soon as the sound left me, I heard footsteps right outside of my door. I smiled as I lifted my head and looked in that direction, seeing a shadow under the closed door. It had to be Sarah. There was no way I’d hear Alexis’s footsteps with how small she was.
Knowing that she was right on the other side of the door spurred me on, and I jerked myself faster.
“Sarah…” I moaned her name this time, and I thought I heard a gasp coming from the other side of the door. I bit my bottom lip, my balls growing tight. It was such a turn-on to know she was right there, listening to me pleasure myself to the thought of her.
Then she surprised the hell out of me by turning the doorknob. My hand stopped moving on my cock, and I watched the door open with agonizing slowness. She came into view, looking like an angel in a white tank top and pink cotton sleep shorts that barely covered her ass. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples poked through her shirt, making my mouth go dry.
Her hair was down around her shoulders in loose waves, and she looked equally nervous and aroused. I started pumping my cock again, and her eyes locked onto the movement. Hertongue darted out and licked her lower lip, the sight almost making me come right then. But now that she was here, there was no way I was releasing anywhere other than inside her.
“Come to me,” I commanded, my strokes slowing. I wasn’t chasing pleasure anymore. I just wanted to keep her eyes on me. It was a heady feeling.
Sarah came into the room, approaching the bed with tentative steps.
“I shouldn’t be in here…” she said, even as she came to stand beside me.
“It’s too late for doubt.” I reached for her, grabbing her arm and pulling her onto the bed. She was sprawled across my naked body for a moment before I flipped her over and took her mouth in a heated kiss.
Sarah’s hands skimmed over my back boldly. Her legs parted, wrapping around hips, and I licked my way into her mouth.
I shoved up her shirt, teasing her nipples with my fingers. Her breasts were a perfect fit in my hands, and I loved how reactive she was to my touch, arching her back and tightening her legs around me.
“I’m going to finish what I started earlier today,” I said, moving my lips to her jaw and down her neck. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll feel me for days.”
“Oh my God,” she whimpered. “Dmitri… I need you. I’ve needed you for so long.”
Her words cranked up my need for her to an animalistic level, and I ripped off her shorts. She was naked before me, the faint moonlight making her skin almost seem to glow. She was just as gorgeous as I remembered.
Grabbing a condom from my nightstand, I ripped it open with my teeth and rolled it on as she watched me, her legs spread and wet pussy glistening. Taking a hold of her legs, I pushed them up and apart so that she was completely open to me.