She hurled the phone and it arced into the pool. “It’s gone. No more Aaron. For the next two weeks, I will be who you need me to be. You just have to agree to leave him alone and never, ever tell him this happened.”
* * * *
Hot fury swirled around with cold calculation inside Alexei’s brain. And soon a new plan was forming in his head, one that would allow him to have his Eva and destroy her current relationship, too.
“Fine,” he said, borrowing a page from her acquiescence script. “We will do this.”
She licked her lips, obviously unnerved by his quick agreement. “You—you still haven’t promised me you’ll leave Aaron alone. That means you won’t get a dossier on him, or try to hunt him down, or tell him what happened between us then or now. If you don’t promise me that, I’m going to have to leave.”
“If you leave, I will close the headquarters and I will tell your precious boyfriend about us anyway.”
“Sure you can kill Drummond and really fuck up my relationship with Aaron, but that won’t be enough for you. I’ll be really upset, but you still won’t have closure. Only I can give you that. I’m the only one who knows how to help you achieve it. Believe me when I say what happened between us will just continue to haunt you, unless you let me help you.”
Curiosity now bled into the mix of cold fury. “Okay,” he said after a few moments of consideration. “I will not seek out Aaron in any way. And I won’t close the Drummond Oil headquarters. But if I am not completely satisfied at the end of these two weeks…”
He let the threat hang, but she responded with a huge, “Thank you!” She clasped her hands in front of her chest. “You will be satisfied. I promise.”
She closed the space between them and caught him completely off guard, pulling him down by the scruff of his neck. For the first time in eight years, she kissed him, rubbing her body against his and leaving no doubt she burned for him as hot as he burned for her.
Then she leaned back and said, “I’m going to tell you why I really dumped you.”
Chapter Twelve
“I’M going to tell you why I really dumped you,” Eva said.
When Alexei agreed to her deal, he’d been half-furious and half-bemused that she thought he could be so easily assuaged with her New Age-notion of closure. But when she said those words, a strange chill ran down his back.
She took a few steps back after speaking, as if she needed to put distance between them before telling him the truth.
“This whole thing with my father started before I met you. As long as I can remember, my brother has always been my parents’ favorite. And as long as I can remember, I’ve been trying to measure up. The night Daddy, you, and me went to dinner, it all came to a head. Daddy and me got into that stupid fight about you. He said, ‘either you dump him or I’m going to cut you off.’” Eva shook her head, caught up in the memory. “I was so sick of him. He acted like every decision I made, everything I did outside of getting my social work degree, was wrong. So I decided to show him. I moved in with you. I thought that would make him see I wasn’t some dumb little girl he could boss around because he bought me everything and was paying my rent. The truth is, I moved in with you to get back at him.”
She hugged herself and rubbed her arms, as if to ward off some invisible chill. “And the stupid thing is, I didn’t even like you that much. I mean yeah, you were good in bed. But you barely spoke English, and your apartment was so crappy. I tried to pretend like everything was okay, but then that heat wave hit, and it was like, ‘What am I doing? My dad’s not that bad.’ So I left you. I tried to let you down easy—“
He stopped her right there, and unbelted his robe. “Drummond,” he said.
She came out of her story with a confused look, her eyes traveling downward to his straining erection. “What?”
“That is the safe word. If I hurt you, say ‘Drummond.’”
* * * *
That was all the warning Eva got before she found herself pushed face-first into the nearest wall with Alexei’s naked weight crushing her from behind.
“What’re you doing?” she asked.
The weight of his body pressing against hers let up, but only a little bit. He pulled the tunic dress up over her head and flung it aside, before undoing the back clasp of her bra and whipping it to the floor as well. He used his strong, hard body to re-pin her against the wall, manacling her wrists above her head with one hand and using the other to rub her mound in slow, hard, punishing circles. To her great embarrassment, Eva felt her pussy start to drip from his first touch.
“Go on, finish your story,” he said in her ear, employing his middle finger to rub her own juices over her clit. “You used me to get back at your father. It was all a game to you.”
“Yes,” she said, so turned on she could barely think straight enough to speak. “I mean, it was grad school. It was fun to pretend to be in love for a while, but then when that heat wave hit, things got too real. The sex was great, but I just wanted my own place back with air conditioning and a full kitchen. I was so sick of cooking on a hot plate—”
She cried out when he removed his hand from her pussy and rammed into her from behind with brutal force, filling her with his thickness, but not allowing her enough room to move as he started rocking into her, bent at the knees, so her body jerked up and her pussy and pebbled nipples rubbed against the smooth wall with every thrust.
Immediately it was too much, stuck between a wall and Alexei’s extremely hard place. Before she was ready, she felt herself begin to orgasm. “Please, stop,” she panted, “If you don’t, I’m going to…”
“You are going to come,” he said, still fucking her from behind. “You dumped me for not being rich enough, and now you will come on my cock, spreading your pussy juice all over my hotel wall. You are creaming so much, I will have to call someone in to clean the wallpaper before we rent it out to the next guest. That is how hard you are about to come.”
And he was right. She felt a gush of liquid issuing from her pussy before the orgasm took her over, temporarily blinding her so she could only see stars. She screamed. The pleasure was too intense. She didn’t think she could take any more without passing out.
But then he suddenly pulled out and turned her around to face him. He kissed her, biting her lip hard enough to bring her out of her post-coital daze. “No, stay with me,” he said. “I want you to finish the story.”
* * * *
He was out of control. Somewhere in the back of his head, Alexei realized he was acting like a wild animal instead of the dispassionate businessman he had trained himself to become. But he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t leave her alone, but also couldn’t come no matter how much his balls strained for release, because he was so unbelievably out-of-control angry at the woman who had just admitted what he thought of as his one great love was nothing more than a rebellion that went too far.
“That last week,” he heard himself asking her. “I thought you were happy. It was hot, but you kept on finding excuses to have sex with me.”
She looked at him with eyes that held both embarrassment and pity. “Yeah, I got my transfer acceptance to Arlington and my student loan money came through. That meant I could transfer to finish up my degree at UTA, which was cheaper than UTD, and I’d have enough money to get my own apartment with a real stove and an air conditioning unit that worked.”
And before he knew it, he was in her again, rutting like an animal, taking her without regard or permission, lost in a haze of memory. He had been so confused, so desperate to get her back, and she had been all too glad to be rid of him.
She clung to him now, her legs wrapped around his waist, panting as she continued on with her confession. “I would have just broken up with you, but I could already tell that was going to be hard. I mean an American guy would have taken it on the chin, but you were way more into me than I was into you, and I didn’t want there to be a scene. That’s not how I was raised, but I could tell you were the kind of guy who wouldn’t just let me quietly dump you.”
She was right. If she had tried to break-up with him in person, he would have begged for her to stay with him. He would have yelled, he would have desperately bargained with her to change her mind, might have even cried. He would have done whatever it took to keep her there, he had been so in love with her, and he’d believed what they had was real. Back then, it would have been hard to convince him otherwise.
He drilled into her hot wet tunnel, his balls tight and begging for release, but he couldn’t. His entire body had gone rigid with the need to come, but he couldn’t, even as Eva’s eyes rolled away again. “Oh, I can’t…please…you have to stop…or I’m going to come again!”
He didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. He drove himself into her with furious thrusts, until he felt her pussy clenching around his dick, uncontrollably milking it. She cried, “Don’t! Don’t! Please don’t!” over and over again before coming a second time with a full body shudder.