Page 50 of Cruel Russian Monster
My legs trembled. My body was wound so tight, I was sure the only thing keeping me from spinning off the bed and across the room was the man pounding into me, owning every inch of me.
And then…he gave me what I craved.
His voice came to me like a whisper. “Fly over the edge for me, malishka.”
The orgasm tore through me, long and hard, until I was gasping, gripping the sheets, my body no longer my own. But Jaroslav didn’t ease up. He kept working my clit, kept driving into me like he wanted to claim not just my body but my soul.
My heart thundered, wild in my chest, and just when I thought I couldn’t take another second, he slammed into me once…twice…and with a low, brutal grunt, he came.
He hovered over me for a moment, chest heaving, then slowly pulled out.
Before I could even catch my breath, he dipped between my thighs and gave my soaked, throbbing folds one long, sensual lick.
A whimper escaped my lips.
Jaroslav crawled up my body and kissed me, softer this time, intimately, then wrapped me in his arms, tucking me against his chest.
He kissed the top of my head.
And I curled into him, holding onto the moment for as long as I could until exhaustion took over and I fell into one of the most peaceful sleeps I’d ever known.
I didn’t know how long I was out, and at some point during the night, I swore I opened my eyes and saw Jaroslav between my legs. It was either him or me who had the most amazing wet dream ever.
Now, my eyes fluttered open, and I sighed. Sex with Jaroslav was fucking amazing. It always had been. But this timehe was different. More possessive. More commanding. Darker…rougher…
My nipples hardened, and my pussy throbbed. Clearly, I liked the new him in bed.
I turned my head. He wasn’t there.
Well, what did you expect? You’re the one who said it should be casual.
Just thinking about his mouth on my skin, the way he filled me, made me moan. And then, because apparently I enjoyed suffering, I rolled to his side of the bed and buried my face in his pillow just to breathe in his scent.
Girl, you're acting like you just escaped from the damn psych ward.
I sighed.
Jaroslav had been my first love, first boyfriend, the first man I made love to. And after him? No one. He was the only man I’d ever known. But, because of how I ended our relationship, he thought I had an ex stashed somewhere out there, running wild in the streets.
As much as I wanted to stay curled up, I knew if I lingered, the memories of last night would short-circuit whatever was left of my good sense. I’d end up hot and bothered all day, craving a man I couldn’t claim as mine. Especially when I didn't know when we'd be having sex again, because I wasn't about to do the initiating.
Realizing how much that sucked, I dragged myself out of bed, took a quick shower, and left the room. I hovered outside Jaroslav’s door for a second, debating whether to knock. But he was probably already at the office smoothing things over with Lev. And the last thing I needed was to come across desperate.
I made my way to the stairs. I could do this. I could do the friends-with-benefits thing. No strings. No emotions.
But the way my body reacted at the memory of his touch?
Yeah. My body called bullshit.
Not really in the mood for a huge breakfast, I grabbed an apple and headed to the back porch. I leaned against the railing, chewing slowly, counting ants crawling along the wall, the yellow leaves rustling in the trees that lined the front, anything to keep my brain from circling back to Jaroslav.
Two hours later, I’d reorganized every damn cupboard in the kitchen.
This was a nightmare.
I needed to get out of here. Seriously, how was I supposed to not think about him when this was his damn house? When the walls themselves practically whispered his name?
I wasn’t paying attention when I stepped out of the kitchen and walked straight into the one person I was trying to avoid.
