Chapter 10
Katrina
The guest house was on the far side of the property, past the gardens and the pool that had been drained for winter. It was smaller than the main house—only six bedrooms—but it still required the same level of meticulous care.
Especially now, with Olek's Christmas gathering coming soon.
I'd been scrubbing the master bathroom for the past hour, headphones in, lost in the rhythm of work.
This was my favorite part of the job—when I could just clean and not think.
Not worry about contracts or feelings or the fact that I was falling for a man I had to leave.
The tile gleamed under my cloth. The fixtures sparkled.
Everything perfect, just how Olek liked it.
Olek. I checked my phone out of habit—12:47 PM. My heart stopped.
Noon. His study. Fuck.
I'd completely forgotten. I yanked out my headphones and scrambled to my feet, my knees protesting from kneeling so long. Maybe I could still make it. Maybe he'd understand. The bathroom door slammed open. Olek stood there, and the look on his face made my blood run cold.
"Hi," I said weakly. "I can explain."
"You stood me up." His voice was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that preceded violence.
"I lost track of time. I was cleaning and it slipped my mind."
"I waited for you." He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. Locked it. "For forty-five minutes, I waited in my study like an idiot while you were out here doing what exactly? Avoiding me?"
"No, I wasn't."
"Weren't you?" He moved closer. "You've been distant all morning. Wouldn't look at me at breakfast. And now you miss our appointment?"
"It wasn't intentional."
"I don't care." He was right in front of me now, towering over me. "Do you know what I thought? I thought something happened to you. I thought maybe your ex found you. I had Mikhail searching the entire property."
Guilt crashed over me. "Olek, I'm sorry."
"Sorry isn't good enough." His hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back. "You're mine for ninety days, Katrina. That means when I tell you to be somewhere, you're there. Understand?"
"Yes, but—"
"No buts." He spun me around and bent me over the counter, my cheek pressed against the cold marble. "You want space? You want to pull away? Fine. But you're going to remember who you belong to first."
His hand pushed up my uniform skirt, and I heard him curse.
"No underwear. At least you followed one instruction today."
"Olek, there are workers outside."
"Then you'd better be quiet." He undid his belt, the sound loud in the empty bathroom. "Wouldn't want them to hear you screaming my name."
He entered me in one brutal thrust, and I bit down on my hand to keep from crying out. No warm up. No preparation. Just hard and fast and punishing. However, I’d been wet since the moment he stormed in here looking all good in that damn suit.
"This what you needed?" He pounded into me relentlessly. "Needed me to remind you who you belong to?"
I couldn't answer. Could barely breathe. The angle was intense, the pace merciless.
"Answer me."
"Yes," I gasped against my hand.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I needed this. Needed you."
"Damn right." His grip on my hips would leave bruises. It didn’t take long before he was coming inside me. He breathed heavily, panting from exertion and release. "Open your mouth."
I didn't understand until he pulled out and spun me around, his hand going to the back of my head.
"On your knees."
I dropped, and he guided his cock to my lips—wet with me, him, and at half mast.
"Clean it," he commanded. "Then get me ready again."
I took him in my mouth, tasting myself on him. Tasting his cum, too. He let me work for maybe thirty seconds before his hand fisted in my hair and he started fucking my throat.
Rough. Demanding. Using me. And God help me, I was getting wetter by the second. Tears streamed down my face from the effort of taking him so deep. My jaw ached. But I didn't pull away. Desired dripped down my thighs, and my clit throbbed hard, needing him to fuck me again.
"That's it," he groaned. "Take it. Take all of me."
I felt him getting closer, his thrusts becoming erratic. Then he pulled out abruptly.
"Up. Against the counter."
I stood on shaking legs, and he turned me around again. But this time, his hand went between my cheeks.
My whole body tensed.
"Olek—" what was he doing?
"Have I had you here yet?"
"No."
"Then it's time." He reached for the body oil that was on the counter, coating his fingers. "Relax."
"I don't know if we should."
"You'll take it." One finger pressed against my ass. "You'll take everything I give you because you're mine. Say it."
"I'm yours," I whispered.
He worked one finger inside, then two, stretching me carefully despite his earlier roughness. It burned, but not unpleasantly.
"Breathe," he murmured, and I realized his anger was fading, replaced by focus. "That's it. Let me in."
When he finally pressed his dick against my ass, I whimpered.
Begging him not to. It was too much. A level of vulnerability that I hadn’t given in order to keep boundaries intact.
But the moment he’d began touching me back there, my pussy seemed to weep for him to continue.
I’d turned into a greedy girl who wanted it all, and whimpering my request for him not to claim me in a way that would expose how much I was into him.
"Shh," he said against my ear. "The workers, remember? Quiet."
He pushed inside slowly, so slowly, giving me time to adjust. The stretch was intense, bordering on too much.
I gasped loudly. It was overpowering, and I couldn’t control the fact that I was so close to coming.
How was I supposed to think when every part of me wanted him to continue and fuck me senseless?
My nipples were so hard that they hurt. My clit felt exposed and so sensitive that the occasional breeze was enough to get me off.
"You can take it." He slid deeper. "You can take all of me."
When he was fully seated, we both groaned. He gave me a moment, then started moving. Slow at first. Then harder. Deeper. His hand came around to rub my clit, and the combination of sensations made me see stars. I buried my face in my arms to muffle the sounds I couldn't control.
"That's my girl," he panted. "Taking my dick in your ass like you were made for it."
I was going to come. Couldn't stop it. The pressure, the fullness, his fingers on my clit.
"Come," he commanded. "Come for me right now. Fuck!"
I shattered silently, my whole body convulsing, tears streaming down my face from the intensity of it.
His thrust became wilder, harder, more punishing.
Then he began spanking me over and over again until I was coming again while shaking so hard that I separated from my body, drifting away on endorphins.
He followed seconds later, groaning my name into my shoulder as he filled me.
We stayed like that for a moment, both breathing hard.
Then he pulled out carefully and turned me around.
I could barely stand. My legs were shaking, my whole body spent.
Tears still leaked from my eyes—not from pain but from the overwhelming sensation of it all.
"Look at you," he said softly, wiping my tears with his thumb. "My beautiful wrecked girl."
He cleaned us both up with gentle hands, at odds with how rough he'd just been. Then, he helped me straighten my uniform.
"On your knees," he said quietly.
I sank down, confused.
"Promise me." His hand cupped my face. "Promise me you'll never miss another appointment with me."
I looked up into his eyes and saw exactly how much I’d hurt him. How much he cared. He truly was worried.
“I promise.” I whispered as fresh tears fell from my eyes. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
This voice was heavy with unspoken emotions when he responded.
"I'm sorry." More tears spilled over. "I'm so sorry, Olek. I didn't mean to worry you."
He studied my face for a long moment, then pulled me up and kissed me. It wasn't the hungry, demanding kiss I expected. It was soft. Tender. Full of something that felt dangerously like love. When he pulled back, his eyes were intense.
"Don't ever scare me like that again," he said quietly. "I can't—" He stopped, jaw tight. "Just don't."
Then he unlocked the door and left, leaving me trembling and overwhelmed and completely unable to process what had just happened.
I sank down onto the bathroom floor, my body pleasantly sore everywhere, my heart racing.
That hadn't been just about sex. That had been about fear.
About possession. About feelings neither of us were supposed to have.
How was I going to survive more days when five weeks had already destroyed me?
I didn't have an answer. All I knew was that I was falling for Olek Sidorov. And when this was over, I was going to have to break my own heart. Maybe his too.