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Chapter 14 – Eduard
Last night was engraved in my mind. The memory refused to shake, regardless of how much I tried to shove it into the dark corner of my mind. It was difficult to sleep beside her afterward and even harder to leave her side this morning.
The memory drove me mad for more than one reason.
I hated that she broke my resolve, that she shattered my composure. Lately, she had been making attempts to get a rise out of me, and my restraint had always won, even though it was a struggle. It annoyed me that she seemed to have a personal key to my calm. It seemed she had a way with making my walls of restraint collapse.
I wasn’t an easy man to excite or aggravate; I didn’t need to be told. Even when I was, I prided myself on my ability to keep my reaction under wraps for as long as I wanted. I could handle a business video call without twitching while receiving a handjob. I could get up and leave in the middle of a blowjob. I knew because I had done it before. I was that composed.
But Marielle seemed to possess the ability to push past that. Resisting her was a thousand times harder than I ever did for anyone. I had loved before, and I had been attracted to many people, but nothing ever drove me this crazy. Last night was just a rude reminder of that.
It infuriated me that I enjoyed kissing her. I was angry at my body for relishing in my ability to make her make those sounds as my fingers fucked her. I should have just walked past her. My eyes shouldn’t have lingered on her nipples that poked at the material of her top or her luscious, exposed, fair legs. But I looked, and I couldn’t control myself.
I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her like it was my life force. I couldn’t resist feeling her wetness and sliding my fingers into her. As I stroked myself later that night, it was impossiblefor me not to imagine every drop of sperm that shot out of my dick entering the soft pussy my fingers had felt. I couldn’t stop hearing her moans against my ears hours later.
I hated that I liked it, that a part of me was proud that I made her weak in the knees. I hated that it felt good to give her that pleasure. I hated that her pleasure made me feel good.
The most dangerous realization was that there was a tiny elation that came from being the center of her attention. In a funny way, I liked that she made efforts to get to me. I liked that she didn’t just leave the distance between us at that. It pleased me, probably more than it should, that she was interested in making me shift my focus to her.
I felt…wanted. I was getting obsessed with her. And it could make my walls of restraint crumble the way they did last night. It could make me rethink the decision I made years ago. I might start letting her in.
I couldn’t risk that happening.
I decided to bury myself in work so I would have no time or space in my head to think of wanting last night again.
But as the days rolled by, I didn’t want Marielle any less. She was in my blood, on my breath. I wanted her everywhere. It wasn’t just hard to resist her; it was hard to watch her mind her business. I didn’t like it.
Refusing to give in, I got even busier with work.
When I learned of an old-time acquaintance holding an underground auction in Prague, I stepped in, choosing to go instead of pushing it over to one of my brothers.
“Marielle,” I called, making her pause but not look away from whatever game she was playing on her phone.
I stood at the foot of our bed, trying not to pay attention to how young and beautiful she looked sitting with her back against the headboard.
“I’m going to Prague,” I divulged.
She looked up at me and said, “Okay.”
Not even when?
She doesn’t want to know how long I’ll be away for?
Still, I went on.
“I leave tomorrow. I’ll be back in three days.”
“Okay,” she repeated, looking back down at her phone.
I didn’t think it would be a big deal—or any deal at all—to tell her about my travel plans and watch her act unaffected.
I was wrong.
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The auction went well. I didn’t have to spend up to half the money I budgeted, and I got the relics and rare machinery I went for.
More generally, however, the trip was both a relief and a pain.
