Page 48 of Born into Chaos

She hears my sigh of relief and turns to face me. Her light brown eyes run over me before she gives a soft laugh. “Everything okay, Vitya? You look a little flustered.”

“The room was empty.” The overreaction of what I’ve just done makes me feel like an idiot, and when she drags her eyes over my grey sweats and gives another soft laugh, I’m grateful that I’ve never been a blusher.

“You might want to wait to say good morning to Samantha until you get rid of that thing. You wouldn’t want to scare the poor thing.”

I look down at the outline of my still semi-hard cock and groan. “It’s rude to stare,” I remind her.

She finally pulls her eyes up to mine when she says, “Since when has that ever stopped me?”

A smile slips through before I can stop it, and when she sees it, she grins even bigger. I rub at the back of my neck, unsure of this new dynamic between us and what I’m supposed to do about it. After a few seconds, I say, “We need to talk about what happened last night.”

“Holy shit.Youwant to talk?” She grabs the bottle and walks over to me. Resting one hand on my bare chest, she steps even closer and says, “I never thought I’d say this, but I don’t want you to say anything. I know you’ll ruin it if you do. I don’t want to hear that you regret it or that you wish it hadn’t happened, and I sure as hell don’t want to hear about how it can never happen again.”

Stepping even closer, she meets my eyes. “Because anything you have to say right now is going to be bullshit. You can lie to yourself all you want, but no more lying to me. I saw the truth last night when you were kissing me, and I saw it this morning when you pulled me up against you while you were sleeping and buried your head in my hair, holding me like you were never going to let me go.”

I hiss out a breath when she drags her fingers down my chest and abs, not stopping until she’s running them over the cock that is now fully awake. She gives me a wink.

“And I feel the truth right now.” She gently squeezes me as her pupils dilate and her breathing picks up. “I’ve wanted you for two years, Vitya. I think you’ve played hard to get long enough, don’t you?”

“It’s not that simple,” I start to say, but Samantha’s hungry, irritated cry cuts into my words.

Sveta gives me one more squeeze, smiling when she feels my cock grow even bigger at her touch. Before she lets me go, she presses her lips to my shoulder, letting her teeth graze my skin before giving me a soft suck.

“Jesus,” I groan, not sure how much more I can take of this.

“Do me a favor,” she whispers. “Don’t jerkoff.”

“Why the hell not?” I growl, already feeling so frustrated I can barely think and I haven’t even had breakfast yet.

“Do you want me to get rid of my sexual frustration all on my own?”

I think about her fucking herself in the shower, all alone so that I can’t help or at least watch. “Fuck no,” I say before I can think better of it and keep my mouth shut.

She smiles and kisses my shoulder again. “Good. I’ll keep my hands off my pussy, and you keep your hands off that magnificent cock of yours.”

And with that, she walks off without a backward glance.

It seems mypcholkais no longer content to just sting the hell out of me. She’s decided to go in for the kill, because no way in hell am I going to survive this. It was hard enough saying no to her before I knew what it felt like to kiss her. Now that I know how fucking soft her lips are and what her whimpers sound like when she’s right on the edge, it’s going to be impossible for me to not come back for more. It’s only a matter of time before she destroys my willpower again, and the next time it happens I’m not going to be content with just a kiss.

While she feeds Samantha, I hurry and get cleaned up. Even though I didn’t actually agree to her no-masturbation rule, I go along with it anyway and keep my hand off my aching cock. It wouldn’t have satisfied me anyway. I wanther. I’ve been jerking off to fantasies of her for two goddamn years, and the thought of having to do it again is too depressing to face.

When I walk back into the living room, Samantha is already fed and changed and happily kicking away at her piano.

“My turn,” Sveta says, standing up and heading back down the hall I just came through.

“Don’t forget your rule,” I holler at her.

I hear her soft laugh over the annoyingly loud notes of Samantha’s keyboard. Leaning over the playpen, I return the big smile she gives me and brush my finger along her soft cheek. I swear she’sputting on weight, and she already seems so much happier and alert than she was just a few days ago.

“You may be the cutest baby I’ve ever seen,” I tell her, “but you’re a truly terrible foot pianist.”

She smiles and kicks even harder, putting on the world’s cutest concert. Visually, it’s adorable, but audibly it makes me wish I had earplugs.

“You want to swing while I make breakfast?”

She doesn’t scream in protest, so I take it as a yes and pick her up. Her hand rests on my freshly shaved cheek, and when I kiss her forehead, she smiles and starts making noises. She seems to have recently discovered her voice, and I think it intrigues her. She hums and grunts around her pacifier while I put her in the swing and get started on breakfast.

I’m just finishing up the omelets when Sveta walks in. Her long, light brown hair is still slightly damp, and she’s left it loose so it hits her shoulders and taunts me with the urge to fist it. The green sweater she’s wearing hugs her curves, and the jeans make her ass look fucking divine. Everything about her makes me want to get on my knees and worship her. Sveta, for better or worse, is my undoing. I understand the almost fanatical need some devout believers have to devote their lives to the god they believe in, because I would walk on glass for this woman. I’d fast for a month and forsake all others if it meant she were mine and only mine.

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