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I’m already climbing toward another orgasm. My body is so sensitive, so responsive to him. Every thrust hits exactly where I need it.
The bed creaks under our weight. Each hard push sends a wave of pleasure through my entire being. His hips slap against mine, our breathing growing ragged as we lose ourselves in the heat of the moment.
“Fuck, Sofia,” he groans.
My nails dig into his shoulders. He doesn’t seem to notice or care. All he cares about is making me come apart beneath him again and again until I’m limp and sated and utterly fulfilled.
When he finally comes, we’re both slick with sweat. He nuzzles his face into my neck.
“Sleep,” he says. “You’re safe.”
I want to argue, but I’m so sated. And so tired. His warm body snuggles against mine.
I know I’m safe in my husband’s arms.
38
Sergei
I wake to the sensation of being watched. Not the uncomfortable kind that sets off alarm bells. I know it’s her. I keep my eyes closed for a moment longer, savoring the peace of this moment before the world intrudes again.
When I finally open them, she’s propped up on one elbow, her dark hair falling over her shoulder.
“Morning,” I say, my voice rough with sleep.
“Morning.” She doesn’t look away.
“What’s on your mind?”
“Did you know her well?”
I shift onto my side so we’re facing each other. This is a conversation I knew was coming, but I wasn’t sure when she’d be ready for it.
“Not well,” I admit. “I saw her at the house a few times. They were discreet.”
“Did your father love her?”
I think about it. “I don’t know. I think he cared about her.”
“How long were they messing around?”
“I didn’t ask a lot of details. I would guess a couple of years.”
“Did your father kill her?”
The question is barely a whisper. I’m ashamed by his role in the night that changed her life forever.
“He was there.”
She blinks back tears. “No one was there for her, to protect her. She had nobody.”
There’s nothing I can say to take away the pain. Elena got a raw deal. It wasn’t fair.
“She was always kind to me,” I say. “She would always ask how I was doing. She took care of a knife wound I got once. I believe she was a good person who got sucked into a life she was never going to get out of.”
“Just like me.”
“Not like you. I will never do what they did to her.”
