I lay there and felt how my body ached after several hours of wild sex. It was as if we were releasing all the accumulated emotions and desires we had kept inside, hanging unresolved inside us. He did not spare me and took me, touched me, kissed me harshly and passionately, without a trace of the tenderness he'd shown lately he had been showing lately.
My head rested against his chest, and his arm was my pillow. My palm lay over the area of his heart. It was different from the position in which we always slept. He smelled of sex and sweat. And it was insanely pleasant. We didn't go shower like we usually did as usual, but simply fell into each other's arms and fell asleep. That night there was no control, no composure, no postponed actions. Everything was emotionally alive, passionate, and natural.
I felt how between my legs and even parts of my body were still wet with his fluid. But I liked it insanely. There was something alive in it, something real.
I ran my hand over his chest and, pressing closer, inhaled once more his dirty, depraved scent.
I pulled back slightly to look once more at his calm face. His eyes were half-open, but the gaze was predatory.
"Good morning," I said uncertainly. Glancing around, I realized that all the windows were closed. "Though maybe it's already afternoon." I smiled faintly, waiting for his reaction.
"Good," he said in a hoarse voice, shaking his hair and covering his eyes with his palm.
I reached out my hand to him and removed it from his face. I wanted to see his expression, wanted to be sure that everything was real. That he was still the same Theron he had been at night.
He did not try to avert his gaze, but there was something that gave away his anxiety—his unease.
"Is everything alright?" I asked, not wanting there to be any unsaid things after such a night.
Theron reached for me and gently kissed my lips. His tongue slid over mine and just as gently broke the kiss.
"Everything is alright," he confirmed.
He pulled away and took his phone from the bedside table, began checking messages, but his other hand remained under my head.
It was something new and ordinary. I did not take my eyes off him, and still it seemed that something was troubling him. Maybe my stunt yesterday evening?
The information he read clearly did not please him. He let out a heavy sigh, closed his eyes for a few seconds, then locked the phone and put it back on the table.
I propped myself up on my elbow, facing him. He looked at me in silence. And I, just as silently, pretended to wait for him to speak. It was like a conversation of glances.
"I would like to say 'sorry' for not holding back my strength yesterday, for losing control… but I won't." He ran his hand along my cheek. "Let's consider it payment for you doubting me again."
"And that's all that worries you?" I continued to insist.
He closed his eyes and leaned his head back onto the pillow.
"I probably left a couple of bruises from my grip. Did it hurt?" His voice was uncertain.
"Everything is alright…" and that was the truth. "In that madness, even if you did something rough, I didn't feel it. Everything was good."
He let out a relieved breath and looked at me, as if assessing whether I was telling the truth.
"I need to step away," he said, now without heaviness in his gaze. "You can rest."
He kissed me briefly again and started to get up, but I grabbed his hand.
"Stay with me until evening today." It was not planned, and I even surprised myself.
Theron froze and looked at me in surprise. This was the first time I had shown such feelings. It seemed to me that we had grown closer, but was this too much?
"Stay with me," I insisted, as if testing where our boundaries were now.
We were still naked, and I greedily looked at his bare torso and the intimate part that was slightly covered by the blanket. One more movement on his way out of bed and he would be completely naked for me.
He threw his leg back onto the bed, the one that had already touched the floor, and took his phone. He dialed someone's number and, while the beeps sounded, pierced me with his gaze. As if undressing me, although I was already naked before him.
"Ostin, move the meeting to nine." He listened to the response on the line. "Just do as I said."
He immediately ended the call and put the phone back on the table.
"I think first we should take a shower." He ruffled my hair.
"Just lie with me like this a little longer." I pulled him back onto the pillow and pressed against his chest, my hand settling where a calm heartbeat could be felt.
I traced along one scar slowly, then along the second beneath his ribs.
"Where are they from?" I asked quietly, lifting my gaze to his face.
"My parents used to run a criminal business. There were many attacks. Plus, in my teenage years I was too aggressive, throwing myself at everything and everyone, just to fight. That played right into their hands, and they sent me to many confrontations." He spoke in an unusually low voice.
"Yesterday I…" we should have talked about it, but was this the right time? "I probably created problems for you with your family."
"What are you talking about?" he continued in the same low voice. His eyes were slightly closed, but his gaze was dark, almost ominous.
"I mean the scene with the tie… and then you escorted me." There was uncertainty in my voice because of the consequences. I truly regretted what I had done.
"Mirey…" he called me, as if to make me look at him. "Do you really think I would have given you the tie if I couldn't handle my family and clan?"
My heart stopped. Everything felt real and serious. It was hard to believe, but his tone, his carefully chosen words made me believe him.
"So that means we…" I did not know how to finish the sentence. I did not know who we were. A couple? Chosen for each other?
"You are mine. And I am yours." He lifted my chin toward him, because I kept shifting my gaze to his body. "You can call it whatever you like. But it is something I will not allow anyone to change." He pulled me closer and kissed me briefly again. "Even you."
He gave me a faint smile and leaned back onto the pillow.
"Any plans for the day?" he asked calmly. "Or do you want to just spend the day in bed?"
I moved my hand over his body, enjoying this cozy closeness that had never existed in my life.
"No plans… mostly just lie down, rest…" I said, and my hand was already reaching lower.
And as soon as it crossed the line of his abdomen and went lower, I felt how his dick was already beginning to harden. I ran my hand along its entire length, and immediately his chest began to rise. I threw a glance at him—his eyes were darkening like clouds.
"It seemed to me you were a little tired after last night…" his low, sensual voice stirred my appetite even more. "I probably—"
"Theron, be quiet," I reproached him.
And he obeyed.
My hand did not stop moving over him, up and down, squeezing and again running along the entire length until he became fully hard.
I threw the blanket off him and off myself. His eyes were already burning with desire, and his hips moved slightly toward my hand. Removing my hand, I saw how his eyes widened. I sat on top of him, straddling him so that his hard dick was between my thighs in front and rubbed against my core.
His hands were at the sides of my hips. He did not press or squeeze, but lay obediently and watched my actions. So calm and so compliant. A rare sight.
I had never in my life felt so bold and desired in bed. Only his eyes gave me that understanding. He was on the verge of pouncing on me and taking me just as wildly as he had all last night. But he let me lead and waited quietly for my actions.
Maybe he had had many partners, and I would seem boring to him. Maybe he would grow tired of it even faster and abandon his words. Suddenly it did not matter to me. I just wanted him, here and now.
I moved slightly up and down, rubbed him against me. It was so arousing, to look at him from above and see how he enjoyed only our touches. Theron breathed just as unevenly as I did.
"Mirey…" he moaned my name when I pressed his dick closer to myself with my hand and quickened the friction.
His moan in unison with my name stirred me, desire flaring with new force.
He lifted himself and kissed me so gently and sweetly that my heart beat faster.
I pushed him back onto his back with my hands, leaning on his chest, rose slightly and, swaying my hips smoothly, sank onto him fully. His moan with mine—in unison. A burning pleasure inside me spread throughout my whole body. But it was not enough.
I began to move my hips up and down, and Theron dug his hands into my hips. His eyes did not let go of mine. The friction on my clitoris intensified. My hips lowered and rose in a new rhythm, as if I were chasing something.
Theron carefully slipped his hand between us and found my most sensitive point with his thumb. He moved smoothly and pressed slightly—and everything inside me exploded.
He moved his hands to my buttocks and pressed me tightly against himself. A scorching, cutting pain mixed with pleasure, and I lost myself on him. Theron lay beneath me, unmoving, waiting and watching as I fell apart. His gaze became languid and at the same time dangerous.
"You will drive me mad," he whispered and pulled me to his chest. His arms wrapped around my waist. He waited, like a beast lying in wait for prey, until everything inside me stopped pulsing and clenching. "Or I already have…"
His hips beneath me finally began to move.
I gasped, but did not pull away, did not stop him. At first slowly, but his restraint was felt in it.
"Go mad for me. Because of me…"
I did not have time to finish as his lips covered mine in an animal impulse, and not so much for a kiss as to muffle my loud moans, because his hips beneath me began to move in a frantic rhythm. Everything inside burned.
I had just experienced an orgasm, and it was extremely sensitive. His movements burned me from within, filling me and stirring a new wave of pleasure that was about to cover me.
"Theron…" I moaned his name into his lips.
"Fuck…" he cursed, and his hands, in an iron grip, squeezed my buttocks and pressed me to him to the limit—there was not a centimeter between us below.
Everything trembled, and I felt that he too shuddered in orgasm, like me, uncontrollable and so real.
It seemed that sex before had always been accompanied by rules and ethics. But not now. Everything was almost animal.
I lay exhausted on him, and he still squeezed my butt.
"I knew you always used to control your feelings…" his low, satisfied voice circled near my ear. "But like this…"
I lifted my head and looked at him.
"What, changed your mind already?" I smiled faintly.
"On the contrary, I don't want to get out of bed with you." He stroked my buttocks and ran his hand along my waist. "I'm curious what else you controlled so carefully."
"I think you'll be disappointed," I smirked and traced my finger along the line of his jaw. "I'm not particularly skilled in sex."
"You flatter yourself," he smirked and gently kissed my forehead. "We need to shower." He lightly slapped my butt.
That made me bite my lip.
"No, Mirey, we are going to wash. No excuses. And you need to rest," he insisted.
"Maybe just one more—"
"No," he said more strictly. "Listen, I overdid it yesterday, and you need rest. It's definitely all rubbed and sore already." He slapped again.
"I'm fine," I insisted.
And he slowly began to come out of me, and that was when I felt the pain. He was right. An aching moan escaped me involuntarily.
"You see… so let's wash, eat, and if you want, we'll lie in bed all day. But you need to cool down a bit." He laughed, sitting up and lifting me with him.
"You find it funny… So I can assume my stunt yesterday is forgiven?" He frowned slightly.
But still he stood and led me to the bathroom.
"Let's talk about that later," he insisted, adjusting the shower.
Standing there waiting, I finally began to feel all the fatigue and soreness between my legs. And my body ached with a light pain. Not the kind of pain I was used to feeling before, but a pleasant, intimate one.
He led me under the shower. Slightly cool, and it invigorated my body, refreshed it. All sluggishness immediately disappeared. He carefully washed my hair, and then my body. I simply stood there in stunned silence, unable to move from shock while Theron Vescari himself washed me.
Then he carefully led me out, dried me, and wrapped me in a prepared cotton robe.
"Go back to bed, I'll be there soon." And he stepped under the streams of water.
But I did not leave. I jumped my hips onto one of the bathroom cabinets and, upon landing, wanted to make a sound from the pain, but I was already able to control it. The shower had restored my control.
I just sat there and watched how his hands slid over his perfect body, over his hair, and I could not believe it. Still could not… that he was mine now.
Drying himself, he came up and kissed me briefly. Pulling on his robe, he picked me up, and my legs wrapped around him. And he carried me back to the bedroom.
Approaching the bed, he playfully threw me onto it, and upon landing I again felt that burning pain between my thighs. He was damn right.
I settled on the pillow in the middle of the bed and waited for him to join me.
"What will you eat?" he asked politely, typing a message on his phone.
"I'm not hungry." And I patted the place next to me.
Theron raised an eyebrow in surprise, but did not comment on the gesture. Finishing the message, he joined me, but this time in our usual position: he wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his head on my stomach.
"Will we talk about yesterday?" I asked carefully, running my hands through his still damp hair.
"No, not yet." He held me tighter.
"Then tell me what those words about your 'promise' meant," I continued.
"Do you want to interrogate me?" he smirked.
"Answer," I insisted, lightly pulling his hair.
He smirked briefly and continued:
"One morning your sister asked me to give her my word that I would not use you the way other men did." He admitted it easily. "I didn't want to take what I want, the way I used to, without knowing that you…" he broke off. "Simply put, I was waiting for you to make the first move yourself, considering what happened," he added quickly, reminding me how I had left and suggested we disappear from each other.
"You could have asked me," I replied shortly.
"You know, Derek once said something I didn't want to believe." Theron froze, and I tensed.
"What?" I asked calmly, not revealing my anxiety. I could not even imagine what he had heard from him.
"That even if you are on my side, even if we are having reckless sex, it doesn't mean you have feelings for me." He said it so coldly, as if we were at work.
And damn it, Derek did know better than anyone how I controlled my emotions. He was the only one who understood that I wanted nothing more and was simply going with the flow.
"So I gave my word that until you yourself want me, until you yourself say 'fuck me,' I won't pressure you." He looked at me. "I said you would be with me, period, but I wouldn't force you to sleep with me," he added and fell silent.
"It was easier for me that way," I began. Since we had started speaking openly, I should admit as well. "I understood that sooner or later our paths would part, and so as not to feel bitterness later, I just looked at you as a handsome, rich man with whom the sex is amazing. As a sex partner, you know…"
I felt his chuckle.
"I trusted my feelings and people, so I've had enough…" I threw it in as if as an excuse. The thing I hate most—justifying my actions.
"I made inquiries about your exes." Now I heard the voice of the predatory, mafia Theron. "I think they should pay in full for the shit they did."
"It's not necessary," I answered calmly and stroked his shoulders, dispelling his seriousness from our heartfelt conversation. "I've already let it go."
"How can you forgive that so easily?" he asked.
"I don't want to live in the past or by the past. I don't see the point in it, because then I won't be able to move forward." That was the truth. I had let it go. Let go of everything that was behind. I want to look to the future.
"I still think it wouldn't hurt for them to pay for their antics," he did not calm down.
"Then find another rich handsome man who used me for work and for bed because I was too convenient, while he had a fiancée. Let him pay too," I smirked.
And Theron froze.
He said nothing, but I think he understood what I meant.
We lay in silence, and I felt myself uncontrollably drifting into sleep while my hand stroked his hair.