26. Konstantin
KONSTANTIN
No apology will ever be enough for doubting her.
In those moments when General Zangier was telling me one of my worst fears, I was back in Russia learning that my wife had never loved me at all and all her affections were for an outsider.
I wasn't enough for her.
Fearing that again nearly led me down a terrible path, yet now Rose sits in my lap, kissing me like I hadn't doubted her at the drop of a hat.
I don't deserve her.
Not even for a second.
My arms wrap around her body and I pull her close, swearing quietly with every kiss that I will do everything in my power to protect her for the rest of her life. I want her with me always.
I want to wake up to her scent on my pillow, find her lotions and shampoos taking over my bathroom, find her snacks in the fridge, see her taunting me with her looks when she's bathing and I have to work.
She makes me weak in the best kind of way and it's a weakness I will treasure, because she forgives me when I do not deserve it.
Keeping her in my lap, I cradle her against me and then turn until she's lying down on the bed and I'm on top.
Rose murmurs something under her breath, a soft plea that I only just catch as I close my mouth over hers and kiss her deeply.
Apologize properly.
What a request.
It doesn't take long to shed her clothes and within seconds, I'm buried between her warm, silky thighs with my mouth covering her pussy and my tongue teasing back and forth through her folds.
I curl my arms under her thighs and around, pressing my palms against her hips and holding her there so I can eat her out without pleasure jerking her away from me.
She tries, of course.
Each pointed flick of my tongue across her clit makes her jerk, each suckle on her lips and flat stroke of my tongue makes her wriggle, and each time I tease my tongue into her heat, her entire body rolls and her thighs tighten around my head.
"Oh my god," Rose gasps, her voice muffled due to her thighs tight around my head. "Oh god… Kon…" She moans my name like a prayer and heat immediately curls south while my heart pounds a little harder.
Her sweetness is addicting, and each stroke of my tongue adds to the juices spilling out of her. I could stay here for the rest of my life, giving her the attention she deserves and it won't be enough to ease my guilt at what I did.
I thought she betrayed me.
Pressing deeper against her, I bury my face and switch from my tongue to kissing every inch of her, then I thrust my tongue inside her silken heat and she comes with a loud cry.
Both her hands end up in my hair, and she tugs harshly, sending spikes of pain down my back to my gut, where they add to the warmth building there.
My cock strains against my pants, eager to sink home inside her, but not yet.
I don't let her go and I don't stop.
"Kon!" Rose cries out. She tries to jerk away, but I hold her against me and focus all of my attention on her delicate clit.
Soft licks, pointed flicks of my tongue, suction with my lips and kisses while she tosses herself back and forth.
Her heels collide with my back, her thighs tighten further around my head and she tugs on my hair as if she wants me to stop.
But each time I lessen the pressure, she draws me back in and her second orgasm arrives with a scream that leaves her trembling and shaking as if she's about to come apart at her joints.
Only then do I stop after kissing her swollen clit, marking my chin with her searing heat, and I lift my head.
"Oh… my god." Rose flops back down on the bed, her chest heaving violently while she gasps for air. Sweat gleams across her bare torso as she lies there utterly boneless. "Y'know," she says as I crawl up her body. "If this is how you do make-up sex, maybe we should fight more often."
"I do not want to fight," I murmur when we're face to face, and I kiss her delicately. "But if this is what you desire then perhaps we should argue about… decor. Food. The tiles in the bathroom."
"How mundane," Rose pants as she lazily drapes both her arms around my shoulders. "Are you telling me I can get sex like this if we argue over fabric swatches?"
"Maybe." My nose lightly nudges against hers, then I kiss the tip. "We should try it and see."
"You've raised the bar like…" She lifts her hand and holds it horizontally, then stretches her arm way above. "So if you're going to fight me over fabric and cushions, it better be one hell of an argument."
"Do you think I only need anger to pay you this much attention?"
Rose locks eyes with me and finally catches her breath, then she cups my cheek and shakes her head. "No, of course not. Are you telling me if I ask you, you'd just go down on me like that?"
My brow lifts. "You think I need to be asked? Did I not make myself clear in the swimming pool how utterly obsessed I am with you? How everything about you is like a drug to me?"
Something flashes in her eyes that I can't quite read, but it very briefly makes her look sad. Before I can question it, she leans up and kisses me softly.
"Hurry up and fuck me already," she murmurs against my lips. "I've almost forgiven you." Her lips curl into a smile and she kisses me again. I can't refuse her.
My clothes join hers on the floor but as I move between her thighs, Rose pushes me over on the bed and I land on my back.
She crawls over the top of me and settles down in my lap with her pussy aligned perfectly with my cock.
The tantalizing heat searing into my skin is enough to drive me crazy, but before I can comment, she adjusts herself and then I'm inside her.
Watching my cock disappear into her beautiful, hot body is utterly surreal, but then she starts to bounce and my mind goes blank.
She's so fucking beautiful.
The way her body sways and arches with every rise and fall, the way her breasts lightly bounce, how her hair drapes over one shoulder like a silken blanket and her abdomen clenches each time she sinks down onto me; I dare not blink in case I miss something.
I love her.
I do.
I love her smile.
I love how she makes me feel.
I love her laughter, her teasing, and her sweet way of talking.
It all floods up in my chest like a wave and I can't take the smile off my face—not that I want to.
Rose leans down and catches my chin in one hand, then she kisses me.
She stays like that while her hips work over my cock and pleasure builds like a tight knot just below my navel.
I caress her face and stroke her ribs, kiss her deeply, and share the breathless pants she breathes against my lips when she can't kiss me anymore.
I love her.
Rose's soft, sweet moans mingle with the rough, needy grunts that escape past my lips and she works her hips over me faster and faster.
It takes all my effort to hold off on coming until the telltale flutter of her pussy and frantic motion of her hips tells me just how close she is to her orgasm.
Only then do I grasp her hips, flip us over and pile drive into her for the last thirty seconds.
Rose comes with a gasping scream, arching into me like a bowstring being pulled taut, and her pussy grips me with such strength that my orgasm is dragged willingly out of me.
Pulse after pulse of cum floods her while she collapses down onto the bed, utterly spent.
I kiss her lazily and stay inside her while our bodies twitch and shift, relaxing into puddles.
"I promise," I murmur as I kiss her softly. "I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, Rose. No one will ever hurt you again. I promise."
Rose lazily lifts a hand and tucks some of my loose hair behind my ear while studying my face. She smiles, but that same strange look flashes in her eyes. "I know," she whispers. "I trust you."
The words feel truthful, but that fleeting look in her eyes feeds into the guilt in my chest.
Did I scare her too much for her to forgive me?
Are my words not enough and my actions impossible to come back from?
Everything Rose says as we cuddle together afterward sounds like she forgives me, but as she falls asleep in my arms and I tuck her closer, I can't shake the feeling that the damage I did with my outburst is irreparable.
It won't stop me from doing everything I can for the rest of my life, though.
After she falls asleep, I kiss her forehead and leave the room, heading for the cells below the mansion.
Calvin is down there and he is another victim of my outburst. Guilt remains nestled just under my ribs like a tight knot and it burns slightly as I approach the cell Calvin is in.
The sight of his bruised, beaten face makes everything worse, but I swallow down the guilt the best I can when he stands and faces me.
"Tell me the truth," I say quietly. "Tell me about you and Rose."
Pain flashes through Calvin's eyes as he shakes his head. "There is no me and Rose."
"The kiss?"
"It wasn't a kiss. Not in the way you think.
Boss, I would never do that to you. Yes, Rose tried to kiss me, but I pushed her away immediately.
The only reason I didn't tell you straight away is because…
" Calvin's brows dip slightly and he winces as the bruise near his eye pulls.
"Because she's your wife, and I wanted an explanation before I told you.
She was… desperate. Stressed." Calvin's shoulders slump.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you immediately but as she is your wife, I thought it was best to get an explanation, since we were interrupted by General Zangier. "
Ah.
The general.
The bastard isn't returning my calls, as if I need any more proof that he's up to something.
"Rose said the same thing," I say quietly. "I am sorry, Calvin."
"Sorry?" His face softens in surprise as I unlock the door.
"I reacted harshly when you have given me nothing but loyalty since day one.
I… I saw red when Zangier spun that lie.
I thought history was repeating itself and I could not believe I had not seen it for a second time.
But it was a lie and I am sorry." I study his wounded face as he slowly walks out of the cell.
"Whatever you need, I will provide. I hope, in time, you can forgive me. "
Calvin's shock remains but he smiles after a moment. "I knew the truth would come out," he says confidently. "I know Rose adores you. That bastard general though… I'm sorry, boss, but he's fucking with you."
"Yes," I admit, taking a deep breath. "He is playing me for a fool and I have given him every reason to think something like that is possible. I am sorry. Ethan was quick to help me see sense."
"Ethan?!" Calvin's brows lift. "Shouldn't he be—"
"In the hospital? Yes. My stupidity drew him out, but he is being cared for and on his way back. Calvin…" Hesitation catches my words for a moment and I meet his eyes, but before I can further my apology, he suddenly surges forward and pulls me into a tight hug.
"Buy me a new car and we're even, okay?"
Despite the guilt sharpening in my gut, I nod and laugh. "Understood. First, let us get you to the doctor."
Calvin leads the way out of the cells and I follow, but as we reach the foyer, my phone buzzes violently in my pocket. I wave Calvin on to the doctor while I answer.
"Hello?"
"Boss," comes Ethan's voice. "I've got bad news."
"Ethan? What the fuck are you doing calling me? You're supposed to be on your way back to the hospital."
"Fuck that," Ethan grunts. "I'm still upstairs with the doc, but this is urgent."
My stomach sinks. "Tell me."
"My team finished auditing the club you had doubts about. Not only are half the new girls addicts, but at least five of them are also underage."
Anger ignites like a flame in my gut and the ridges of the phone cut into my hand. "Fuck. Who was it? Who the fuck approved their hiring?"