“Agafon,” I moan out his name as my eyes find his, remain glued to his. His eyes darken, and he pounds into me just a little deeper.
The bed is now knocking against the wall with each thrust, the headboard creating a ruckus that would be embarrassing if we were back home and risked being overheard. But we aren’t, and the tension is uncoiling in my core, urgently needing release, and that’s all I have the energy to focus on.
Agafon slides a hand between our bodies, his thumb finding my clit.This, now, is simply too much.
I feel the source of my pleasure ready to burst, to travel to every vein, every nerve, everywhere.
“I’m about to cum, Lilibeth,” his voice is strained. I begin to flutter around him, and he lets out an animalistic roar. “Come around my cock.”
God, he sounds so fucking sexy when he says that. His words push me over the edge, and my orgasm tears through me with such devastating force that I lose sight of the world around me. It blackens, and I see actual, literal stars as my inner walls clamp down around him. Just then, I feel his cock harden, pulse, twitch and spill into me and that brings on another wave of pleasure, spurred by the knowledge that I made him do this, I made him come undo. I cry out his name, over and over, as we cum together.
Chapter 16 - Agafon
In frustration, I slam the file shut. I've read the same line seventeen times, and each time my mind circles back to Lilibeth. Memories from four days ago return with a vengeance. I took her to bedonce,the only time, back in that hut, and since then, I've felt like a man possessed.
Neither of us has brought it up since. Neither of us has made a move. But I wonder if she thinks of it as I do all the time; her skin against mine, the feel of her breath against my neck. I wonder if she misses the way my hands caressed her curves, molded them to fit my palms. The memory of her splayed naked on that bed, in nothing but her bra, teases every waking moment of my day. The longing I feel to stretch her out, to have her warm against my cock makes me zone out during meetings. What I’d give to hear those sighs, those moans, those breathy little whimpers she made when I plunged into her.
It's been four days. Four days, and I can still feel the pleasure she reduced me to.
Every time I see her and she flashes me that killer smile, the one with the dimples, I forget the world in its entirety. Nowadays, it feels like getting through the day is a chore; One I must complete as fast as I can so I can rush back to her and see that pretty little smile.
I wonder why I waste time here when I could be back home with her. I forget why I deprive myself of her, and nearly convince myself to slam shut my laptop and go back home when that voice roars back in my head with a warning.
You’re not supposed to enjoy her, Agafon.
I frown as I lean back in my chair, the all-too-familiar guilt washing over me. It’s been plaguing me since we slept together, reminding me of the mistakes I’m making.
I didn’t just marry Lilibeth for power. While that was the driving motivation, there’s another intent. I wanted nothing more than to exact my revenge for what she did to my brother, Nikandr. She broke him, and my entire family has suffered a loss because of her actions.
We miss Nikandr. He’s gone, refusing to be a part of our lives, refusing to let us share in his. I was supposed to seduce her and break her heart, but instead, I find myself dreaming of her with sick longing.
What the hell is wrong with me? In a way, it feels like I’m betraying my brother by enjoying her company the way I do.
It would have been an entirely different matter altogether if I’d slept with her to hurt her, to show her what it feels like to have someone use her. But that’s not why I slept with her, was it? That’s not why I dream of her, is it?
I did what I did, seek what I seek, all for my own guilty pleasure. The simple truth is that Lilibeth Orlov has gotten under my skin.
What kind of brother does that make me? A horrible one, for starters.
The guilt rises in my chest for wanting her despite everything and allowing my desire to interfere with family loyalty. On some level, I’ve begun questioning Nikandr's account of what happened between them, and that makes me feel horrible.
My brother came to me broken. He told me how she used and manipulated him during his weakest moments, when hewas trying to get clean. How she didn’t support him in his fight against addiction, how she kicked him out when he needed her most.
But the Lilibeth I've come to know seems incapable of such cruelty. From what I’ve noticed, she shows up with a bright smile on her face. She prioritizes family—both hers and mine. Her kindness seems genuine in every way that matters.
So which is it? Is Nikandr right in what he told me? Or am I reading her all wrong?
“Fuck,” I mutter, pressing my hands to my forehead. I shouldn’t even be asking such a question.
I'm supposed to be loyal to my brother. How the hell can I doubt him for a woman I’ve hardly known for two months? What kind of brother betrays his own blood in this way?
I feel like I’ll go batshit crazy as my mind begins to ruminate. I try to get back to work, but just then, the phone rings. The disturbance brings a sense of relief—anything to get my mind off this crazy spot I’ve put myself in with Nikandr and Lilibeth.
“Hello?” I answer.
“Boss, we have a problem.” It's Yegor, my warehouse manager on the East. In the background, I hear gunfire and instantly sit up.
“What’s happening, Yegor?”
