It’s not enough.
It won’t ever fucking be enough.
I toss her onto her back, soaking in the soft cry of arousal and surprise that comes from her, and angle my still-hard cock between her thighs.Slow, I remind myself, and I pause, my swollen tip at her entrance as I look down at her. “Are you too sore?” I murmur, and Sienna looks down my body at my thick, hard cock.
“You just came,” she whispers faintly. Traces of it still cling to her lips, sticky with my release.
“This is how badly I want you.Zhena. Wife.” I drag my swollen cockhead through her dripping folds. “Are you too sore?”
She shakes her head quickly.
“If you lie to me, I’ll spank you again.”
Her eyes spark. “Maybe I’d like that.”
I narrow mine at her, a warning, and she sighs, her head dropping back onto the bed. “I’m not too sore,” she whispers. “I promise. I want you in me, Damian. Please.”
I’m not entirely sure that I believe her, but I can’t deny her. I sink into her, inch by inch, wet and tight and hot, and I fight the urge to fuck her hard and fast, to claim every inch of her delicate body for myself, to make her scream for me.
That alone is reason enough for me to stay the hell away from her. Even as I sink into her tight body, I know I should leave. I should push her away. But just this one more time…
I’ve been saying that since the first night I watched that video of her.
It can’t compare to the real thing. Nothing can. I slide in and out of her, savoring every inch, every stroke, until she comes for me again, shuddering and crying out my name as I feel her ripple and squeeze along the length of my cock.
And then, knowing she wants it, I sink into her and let myself come inside of her. Fill her up, skin to skin, something I’ve never done with anyone else.
Coming inside of Sienna is the most blissful fucking experience of my life. Nothing else will ever fucking compare.
“I could stay in bed with you all day,” she whispers, when I slide out of her, my cock finally softening. “But we can’t, can we?”
“No,” I murmur regretfully, kissing her once more. “We can’t. You have Adam to take care of, and I need to talk to Konstantin. Find out what comes next.”
She lets out another soft sigh, but nods. “I’m going to shower. Do you want to?—”
I shake my head, even though I do. I want to shower with her, see the hot water caress her body, soap slipping over her delicate, tanned skin. But if I do, we’re not getting out of that shower for far too long.
I have things to do. Responsibilities. Russo still needs to be dealt with. Sal Envio needs to be dealt with. All of this has to be finished, ended, and if Konstantin has a diplomatic solution for all of it?—
I have no interest in hearing it. All I want is blood on my hands and dead bodies at my feet.
“No.” I give her a light kiss. “I’ll see you later,dikaya koshka.”
It’s not a lie. I will see her again. But this can’thappenagain. I won’t let it. Somehow, I will control myself. I’ll ignore her pleas and the way she begs for me. I’ll finish what was started with the Russo family, and then…
I will let her go.
I have to.
I see the flicker of disappointment in her eyes as I get up and find my clothes, and I take one long look at her, lying on the bed, her mouth still sticky with my cum and her swollen pussy dripping with it. She’s naked, and beautiful, and wrecked… and she could be mine forever.
She’d stay if I asked her to. I know she would. And that’s exactly why I can’t.
I drag my clothes on, flash her a tight smile, and leave the room.
—
It’safter midnight when I return to the mansion, Konstantin with me, as the men disperse. He’s tight-jawed as he rips off his tacticalgear, looking at me with worried eyes. “I should call a doctor for you, Damian. You were hit?—”
