Chapter 13 - Diomid
She’s a beautiful little toy beneath me, arching against me, her tight body curved and dipping in all the right ways. Her round hips, her legs spread wide, and her pussy… her perfect little pussy that handles my cock like she was made for me.
I’ve never felt such pleasure in my life as I thrust forward into her, plunging deep inside, pushing her beautiful, swollen lips open, and stretching her.
She shivers beneath me and lets out a soft gasp of pleasure. The smallest sound that she dares to make, but so alluring. So full of temptation.
She is mine. She’s giving herself to me, and no other man has ever or will ever have her.
The thought makes my cock throb harder, turning to stone inside her. She wiggles, feeling it. Her pleasure grows as her muscles spasm slightly.
“Diomid,” she gasps, nearly able to catch her breath. Her legs are shaking.
“Come on my cock, princess. I want to feel your pussy pulsing over me.
“I… I….” Whatever she wanted to say is lost as I begin to fuck her even harder and faster.
Her body spasms beneath me. I push her cheek against the desk as I thrust harder into her.
Roughly dominating her, forcing her to take all of me as I swell even bigger, pushing her to the edge, making her realize she has no control here.
The moment she gives in to me, she explodes. Wave after wave of her orgasm rushes through her. I keep fucking her, maintain my pace, even as I explode inside her, still coming over me. I don’t stop fucking her until she takes a shuddering breath and her body collapses into my desk.
Behind me, a loud knock at my office door makes me jump in fright. Oh fuck.
I completely forgot where we were.
Hurriedly, I step away from her, tugging my pants closed.
“Give me a second,” I call out. Angelika turns to face me, her cheeks bright and flushed, her lips swollen.
She giggles and untangles her t-shirt, quickly pulling it on, then buttoning her jeans closed and running over to the sofa in the corner of my office and grabbing a magazine.
I do a quick check around the desk, which is a mess, but that’s nothing new.
Walking over to the door, my heart is racing. I can’t believe I was so reckless.
The door was unlocked. Someone could have walked in. The lights are on, and the windows aren’t even covered properly with the blinds half turned.
This was stupid. She makes me do stupid things. She makes me lose control of myself. No one has ever done that to me before. When I get reckless, it’s because I chose it. Not because someone distracted me so much that I lost my mind. What is going on with me?
I tug the door open.
“Yes?” I snap.
“Sir, the guys are leaving now. I just wanted to check if that was ok with you?”
“Of course, go ahead.”
“Thanks, sir, have a nice evening.”
“You too.”
I close the door and let out a heavy breath of relief.
Dammit. What is this girl doing to me?
She makes me lose my mind. I glance at Angelika, who is casually flicking through a magazine.
“That was close,” she says calmly, not looking up at me. “You sure you don’t need to deal with that?”
I narrow my eyes, studying her.
“No, they were just letting me know they were leaving for the night.”
“Ok, because if you have things to do, you can do them, don’t let me stop you.” She flashes a quick smile at me. “I can find my own way home.”
Shaking my head, I scoff. “No, you’ll be escorted home by your bodyguard, Angelika. We just spoke about this. Staying out of danger?”
She shrugs, still acting so casual, as though we didn’t just have the best sex of my life on my office desk and nearly get caught.
Fuck, thank goodness we weren’t interrupted even a minute earlier. That ending was… it was intense. How is she acting like there wasn’t so much more to it than just physical pleasure?
“Well, do you need to do anything else here, or are you going to give me a ride home?” she asks, standing up and brushing her hands over her jeans.
It actually hurts.
Usually, I’m the one brushing someone off after a very casual encounter. Something meaningless and, in all honestly, boring and utterly empty compared to what just happened between Angel and me.
She’s making one thing very clear here. This was just sex and nothing more.
I’m about to tell her we can leave when my phone rings.
Jaroslav’s name flashes across the screen, and my stomach tightens.
“Jaro, hey man, how are you?”
“Good, good. How are things on your side? I heard you and Angelika are back in town.”
“Yes, we got back a little while ago. I was just about to bring her home.”
“Nice. Listen, I wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done for us again and let you know you’re a free man.” He laughs, as though this should be a relief to me.
“Free?” I murmur, turning my back toward Angel, trying to think of any reason to prolong my time with her.
“We discussed it, and we don’t think she needs a bodyguard anymore. It’s been quiet. All the talk has died down. We’ll keep her at home, and she’ll be fine. But seriously, I can’t thank you enough. I know it stole a lot of time from you, and we owe you, man.”
“Don’t even mention it. It wasn’t a problem at all. I’m glad I could help, and that Angelika is safe.”
My heart is sinking. It’s over.
The whole thing is over.
And I never had a chance to explore more with her. Maybe because I was holding back, maybe because she was holding back. I have no idea. But this came too quickly. This moment. I’m not ready for it. I don’t know what to do.
Panic flows rapidly through my veins, and I fight it, trying to act calm as Jaroslav says goodbye.
Behind me, Angelika brushes her hand against my back. “Was that my brother?” she asks.
“Yes, he says no longer needs a bodyguard, but that you’ll be required to stay home where you can be safe,” I mutter, my mind spinning.
“Dammit, it never ends with them,” she huffs, walking toward my office door, then out of it, leaving me to scramble after her.
Why am I the one chasing her? How does she have this control over me?
***
Driving toward her brother’s place, I have to continuously fight the urge to reach out and place my hand on her thigh.
I want to touch her. I want to pull over on the side of the road and fuck her again, but more than that, I want to reach out to her.
Connect with her. Talk to her. I want to know what she’s thinking and feeling while she sits quietly next to me, watching the lights flash past the window.
I clear my throat, and she glances at me.
“I’ll stop at the penthouse so we can get your things,” I say, thinking I can offer her a coffee. A few more moments.
“No, it’s ok. You can have them sent over tomorrow.”
Dammit.
“Alright.”
I chew on the inside of my cheek, trying to figure her out. So sweet and innocent, yet leaving me guessing.
What does she want from me?
Do I even know what I want?
Not really.
Yes, you do know. Don’t deny it.
I stare straight ahead. My eyes are intent on the road. The pools of light are splashes by the street lamps. The right storefronts and the other cars around me. Focus. Stop letting her distract you.
The bottom line is that I can’t be with her.
That’s it.
That’s all there is to it.
She’s a Shev for crying out loud. The last person on the planet I should be messing around with.
I should never have slept with her the first time.
And certainly not again after that. This is me, taking reckless to a whole new level.
My brothers will tear me to shreds if they find out.
And Jaroslav… I’m pretty sure I’ll be hanging, skinned alive, in his torture chamber, bleeding to death, the day he finds out.
Still, I find myself driving slower than usual. Stretching these last moments out. I have no idea when I’ll see her again or what the circumstances will be. I have no idea if she’ll ever talk to me again. Are we even friends? What are we?
Nothing, by the way she’s acting. A fling. A bit of fun.
A lot of fun.
Eventually, the inevitability of our arrival becomes unavoidable, and no matter how much slower I drive, we find ourselves parked beneath the stone steps of his home.
Angelika looks across the car at me. For the briefest of moments, I see reluctance in her eyes. Longing? But as quickly as I glimpse it, it’s gone again.
“Thanks for everything,“ she says casually. “I’m sure Jaroslav is pleased with you, and the alliance stuff will benefit from all of your help.”
“Alliance stuff?” I repeat, confused.
“Yes, you know. The whole reason you were doing this. I’m sure it’s paid off, so I’m happy for you.”
She reaches out to push the door open, and I stop her with my hand on her leg. The connection shoots through me, and I have to pause to gather my thoughts. “Angel, I didn’t do it just for the…”
“It’s ok, Diomid. I get it. Business is business. I had fun, and you achieved your goals. Everyone is happy. Let’s not make a big deal of it or make it weird.” She smiles confidently, then turns away and pushes the door open. I jump from the car to jog after her as she heads up the steps.
“The estate guards are here; you don’t have to walk me to the door,” she assures me.
“It’s polite,” I snap, annoyed with her coldness and how easily she is able to brush me off after all the time we spent together.
She shrugs. “Alright,” and reaches for the door handle, but it opens before she has her hand on it.
Jaroslav grins and immediacy slaps me on the shoulder. “Hey man, good to see you. And Angelika, are you happy to be home?”
Instead of answering him, she rolls her eyes and walks past him.
Jaroslav turns toward me and rolls his eyes as well. “And you had to deal with that twenty-four seven,” he laughs. “Again, thank you. Your patience is better than mine, considering you haven’t torn your own hair out yet.”
“It’s all good, man. Listen, if you need me to step in again, I’m around.”
“That’s great. I’ll hold you to that,” he jokes.
Nodding, my eyes wander into the mansion, searching for her, but she’s already gone. I’m struggling to walk away.
“Well, I’ll be on my way then. I might pop around tomorrow to drop off her things that were left at my penthouse.”
“No worries, we’ll send the driver to collect them.”
“Sure. Sure.” I step back, reluctant, the remnants of her scent still pulling me toward her.
“Good night, then, get home safe,” Jaroslav says, unaware of my hesitance.
I grin, nod, and take a proper step away. I’m acting like a fool.
“Bye.” With one last wave and one last glance at the mansion, I turn and head to my car.
She’s home now.
Whatever this was… It’s finished.
Don’t dwell on it.
Forget about it.
That’s the best thing you can do for everyone involved, including yourself.
Forget about it. But somewhere inside me, something is stirring, refuse to let go. Refusing to accept the finality of this. She’s not the type of thing I can just walk away from.