Chapter Eight #2
Lining my cock up with her entrance, I thrust into her, sliding deep into her pussy.
“Fuck! Holy shit, yes!” she cries out, her body trembling.
I can feel her muscles clenching around me, her pussy so tight and hot that I can barely contain myself.
I start to move, my hips pumping in and out of her.
Each thrust sends shocks of pleasure through me, making my cock pulse, sensations rippling down my shaft.
Tiana’s moans grow louder, her body arching with each thrust. The flutters around my cock start to intensify, her orgasm building. I want to make her come, to feel her body shudder with pleasure. I increase my pace, my cock sliding in and out of her faster, harder.
“Take it, little bird, take all of my cock,” I grind out through gritted teeth.
I’m pounding into her like a man possessed, my hips slapping against her sweet ass.
The sight of my flesh filling hers has me transfixed for a moment as her pussy stretches around my cock.
Sweat trickles into my eyes, blurring my vision, but I don’t bother wiping it away.
I’m not letting her go, not releasing my grip on the lush ass filling my palms.
“Oh God, Kirill,” she moans, her voice hoarse. “I’m going to come.”
I slam into her, my cock hitting the deepest parts of her channel. She cries out, her body jolting with pleasure.
“Oh! Shit! Yes!” She screams the words as she collapses onto the desk, her fingers clenched onto the desk. Her muscles spasm wildly around me as her orgasm washes over her.
But I’m not done yet.
I keep fucking her, my cock sliding in and out of her hot slit as she comes.
It’s not enough. Even when she goes limp beneath me, I keep thrusting, my hair hanging damply over my forehead as I reach around to find the nub of her clit.
I barely have to thrum it for a minute before she’s jerking against me once again.
“Come,” I tell her. “Come for me again, Ptichka .”
It’s an instruction I don’t need to give because she stiffens and then cries out, her face pressed against the smooth surface of the desk.
“Yes! Yes! Oh my… fuck!” Each word is punctuated by a slam of my cock until, finally, I can’t hold back any longer. I thrust into her one last time, my shaft swelling inside her. I groan, my body shuddering as I come, my semen spilling deep within her.
We both collapse forward, my body covering hers. When I gather her against me, wrapping my arms around her, I can feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps. We stay like that for a few moments, our bodies still joined, our hearts beating in sync.
Finally, I pull out of her with a wet sound, my cock glistening with our combined fluids. I help her up, turning her in my arms to face me. We kiss, our tongues entwining as we share the afterglow of our passion. When we break apart, her lips are kiss-swollen.
“Holy shit… that was incredible,” she whispers, her voice husky.
“Yes,” I reply. I try to keep my voice curt, but I can’t. She just took my pain and turned it into something bearable. I know that when I look down at her, my expression is tender. I take in a deep breath, allowing myself to get lost in the moment.
“Kirill, I-”
“Shhh…” I tell her, lifting my hand to stroke her hair from her flushed cheek. “I know.” I smile. She responds with an expression of sheer adoration that would melt me if I were the kind of man who did such things.
Finally… reluctantly, I step back, tucking myself away and straightening my clothes.
I run a hand through my hair to slick it down while Tiana smooths her dress back into place.
She looks up at me, her dark eyes full of understanding.
In them, I see everything I cannot put into words – my grief, my rage, my sheer exhaustion with it all.
Wordlessly, she lifts a hand to my cheek.
I close my eyes and lean into her touch, just for a moment. No one else has ever made me feel so seen. So accepted. Even in my darkest moments. I don’t know how she does it.
With a deep breath, I harden my expression back into an impassive mask once more. The side of me that the rest of the world needs to see. Taking her hand, I lead her from the office and back to the gathering. I know I can make it through the rest of this wretched day with her by my side.
And one day, I might be able to thank her for that.
* * *
I know that she’s disappointed when I release her hand and move away from her as we return to the restaurant, but she doesn’t say anything. She simply melts back into the crowd, allowing me to begin circulating again.
I make my way through the gathered guests, accepting brief condolences and making small talk with the others.
It’s all surface-level pleasantries, nothing of substance, but after the interlude with Tiana, I’m able to tolerate it.
My gaze constantly searches the room, carefully avoiding where Zoya stands with the boy.
Your son, dolboyob.
At least that’s what she says.
Dima finds me after a few minutes, two glasses of vodka in hand. He passes me one. “It was a nice service,” he says. “Tiana did well with the arrangements.”
I nod, taking a slow sip. Tiana. My fierce, fiery beauty who makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.
I’d told her that she would be my wife one day, and I meant it.
I still do, but my reasons feel different now.
There’s something deeper driving me. Something unfamiliar…
but I like it. I want to have a child with this woman.
Start a family to rebuild the one I lost. A swell of possessiveness rises in me as I picture her belly round with my child.
I realize how much I want that. I want her to bear me a son.
Or even a daughter… as beautiful as her mother.
My eyes land on Zoya and the boy again. Stepan. Supposedly my son too, but something feels wrong about it. I don’t believe it. There’s a resemblance, for sure, but I don’t trust the woman. I never did. Even less since she returned. But looking at him now…
I need to be certain.
I set my glass down and pull Dima aside, lowering my voice. “I need you to do something for me. Privately.”
“Name it, boss.”
“The boy.” I jerk my head in their direction. “Something feels off.”
“I agree.” He nods. “All this time, we’ve been going to meet her, you’ve been paying for her security, her lifestyle… and this is the first we hear of the kid? I don’t buy it.”
He’s right. There are too many things that just don’t add up. “I want you to look into it. Dig deeper. As deep as you have to.”
Dima empties his glass in one gulp and then gives a cold smile. “I’ll take care of it,” he assures me.
I clap him on the shoulder. Soon I’ll have the answers I need. And if my suspicions are correct, I’ll be able to get Zoya out of my life once and for all.