His thrusts pick up speed quickly, and before I know it, I’m getting a rug burn on my back from the wallpaper and trying to hold in a building scream. Yuri was right. I’m right on the verge, teetering dangerously over the edge, and I’m afraid of what will happen when I fall. Doing this with him is a bad idea. I don’t know who he is or what he really wants with me. For all I know, this is just part of his plan to lure me into a false sense of comfort. To make me lower my defenses so he can get into my head and turn me into a blind follower.
But it will all be okay as long as I keep my head. So, as Yuri drives into me harder and harder, grunting with each stroke, his thighs quivering and slapping against mine, I decide I can let my body have a good time as long as I keep my wits about me.
“Yes.” I moan and tip my head back, arching my hips against him so he’s pounding straight up into me. I feel like I’m being broken apart from the inside, and nothing has ever been so good.
“Am I going crazy or are you admitting this is good?” he purrs, breathless.
I shiver as heat rolls through my body, but still manage to glare at him. “This can be good without you being good.”
“Whoever said I was good? I certainly didn’t.” His mouth tips up in a smile, and my stomach flips.
No. No butterflies or stomach flips. That’s losing my wits. I close my eyes and grit my teeth together. “Just be quiet and fuck me.”
Rather than being bothered by the command, Yuri moans, and with another thrust, I feel him start to lose it.
I open one eye. “You like being told what to do.”
His smile is gone and his lip is pulled back. He didn’t plan to get so vulnerable either. I take advantage of the weakness and lean forward, my breasts pressed against his chest, my lips at his ear. “Fuck me harder. Fuck me until I come.”
He scowls at me, his eyes shadowed by his lowered brow, but his hands dig in harder at my hips and his thrusts become punishing. He moans as he buries himself in me up to the hilt, and as much as I wish I could hold it together and keep myself from falling apart, my body has other ideas. I clench around him, the fire in my belly exploding outward in rough, steady waves. I feel like I’m drowning in heat and the cedar and citrus scent of him. I feel the scream I’ve been suppressing rising up inside of me, and I bite his shoulder to keep the hotel from sending up any security.
As soon as my teeth find their mark, Yuri curses, and I feel him jerk inside of me. His breathing comes in desperate gasps as he finishes. My body is still spasming when I unwrap my lips from his thick shoulder muscle. When I do, he rests his head on my shoulder and sighs. I want to shrug him away, but I don’t have the energy. My body is spent and sated in a way I’ve never felt before. And I hate that someone so terrible could make me feel so good. And I love that I feel so good.
Yuri told me he never claimed to be a good person, and now that I’ve let him have me like this, my own morality feels like it’s sitting in the balance.
Can I really be good if I want someone so bad?
Chapter Seven
Bella
I don’t know what I expected to happen after sex, but it wasn’t this.
Yuri pulls out of me, cleans himself off with a tissue, and tells me to get dressed.
“I’m dressed,” I say, gesturing down to my wrinkled dress that now has a very questionable stain on the front of it. “I don’t have any other clothes.”
He tips his head to the closet. “I had some things sent up before we checked in.”
The closet is empty except for three dresses hanging on the right side. I examine each one, and they’re almost the exact same cut as the one I’m wearing but in different shades. They’re tight through the waist and hips and flare out just around the thighs. The only difference is that these are shorter and much lower cut.
“A senator’s daughter would never be seen in something so revealing,” I say, turning around the dress and noticing the back for the first time. “It will be a miracle if my butt crack isn’t hanging out.”
I expect a chuckle or smile or something from Yuri, but he just looks at me, expressionless. “Put it on. We have to go.”
Between black, purple, and red, I opt for the red dress and take it into the bathroom with me. The mirror is not kind to me. My lips are swollen from kissing, circles are forming under my eyes, and my hair is greasy and slicked down to my head. Ignoring Yuri’s urgency, I turn on the shower, letting it run until the mirror is fogged over, and then slip out of my dress and step inside.
The hot water is a revelation. Every drop feels like it’s carrying away the evidence of Yuri, of what we just did. Though, even after scrubbing my hair and skin with the hotel soap, there’s something inside of me that still feels like it belongs to him. As if he staked some corner of my being for himself. I hope it will fade in time.
After toweling off, I reach for the dress and realize I don’t have any clean underwear. I have no intention of putting on the one I’ve been wearing for the last twenty-four hours, so I step into the skimpy dress and pray I won’t
