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But he doesn't allow me to move. Instead, he tightens his grip on my waist, holding me in place as he continues his slow, deep thrusts.
“I’m not done with you yet, Caelia,” he growls, his teeth gritting as he tries to maintain control. “You promised me one last time.”
I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer and deeper inside me. The feeling of him inside me is almost overwhelming, and I can't help but moan as he continues to thrust into me. He won't let me run away before he completely breaks me apart.
I'm his, and I always will be. I've never been able to resist him, even when I try. No matter how far I will run or how many new identities I will have, I will always be his. I'm reminded of how well he knows my body when he reaches down and starts to stroke my clit as he fucks me harder and faster. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my breath hitching as he brings me to the brink of orgasm before slowing down just enough to hold me there, suspended in time.
“Please,” I beg, barely able to speak. “I need to go.”
He grins wickedly at me, a hint of cruelty in his expression as he continues his slow torment. “Not yet, zhizn moya,” he says. “You're not going anywhere until I've had my fill of you.”
With that, he begins to thrust into me, his hips smacking against mine as he drives himself deeper and deeper inside me. I can feel every inch of him, filling me completely and making me cry out his name. He continues to stroke my clit, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through my body. I'm completely at his mercy, unable to do anything but hold on for the ride as he takes me to new heights.I can feel myself building to an explosive climax, my entire body tensing as he drives deeper and harder into me. I scream out as I come, my walls clenching around him in wave after wave of pleasure.
But Kaz doesn't stop there.
“Fuck, Caelia,” he growls, his voice guttural and raw with need. “I’m going to come inside you so deep that you'll feel me for the rest of your life.”
His words send another wave of pleasure crashing through me, and I arch my back, meeting every thrust with one of my own. He feels too good; it's almost too much to take. But I don't want him to stop. I want to feel every inch of him, to memorize the weight of his body on top of mine and the feel of his skin against mine. I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life.
I want to recall every detail of this experience—the way his eyes burn into mine, the way his hands feel on my body, and the way our hearts beat in sync.
Kaz’s fingers dig into my hips as he sets a punishing pace, thrusting into me with a desperation that matches my own. We are both slick with sweat, and our bodies move together as if they were made for this moment.
He quickens his pace, his hips pistoning in and out of me with forceful thrusts that leave me breathless. He buries his face in the crook of my neck, bruising my skin with the intensity of his kisses. I feel nothing but sadness when he comes, knowing I will never be in his arms again.
I shift on the desk, trying to convince myself that this is the right thing to do. I promised to give him this one last time, but I can’t stay now. It’s too much. Kaz nods in understanding, pain darkening his features briefly before he slips his mask back on. He slips out of me, pulling his trousers back on. He’s not my husband anymore. He is no longer the man who would do anything to keep me safe. He has transformed into the king of his empire—cold, ruthless, and unyielding.
“Run, zhizn moya. This is what you do best. Pack everything you need, and don’t forget to sign the divorce papers. My men will take you wherever you want to go.”
My surroundings are blurry, but I see him steadily approaching the door.
I have lost him.
This is not how things were supposed to end.
CHAPTER 79
Kaz
“Here.” Vanya hands me another glass of whiskey. I’ve lost track of how many he’s given me. He does not revel in my misery as I had expected. He refrains from saying I told you so—at least not yet.
My mind is spinning out of control. Fuck, I hope it hurts her. I hope her heart breaks into pieces. I hope she crumbles at the mere thought of me, even if she never speaks my name aloud. Vanya has been silent on the couch beside me for the past three hours. I don’t even know why the hell I called him. Perhaps I was afraid of what I might do if left alone, like rush back home and chain Caelia to me to prevent her from leaving.
She has made up her mind. She is leaving me.
Nothing makes fucking sense anymore.
I gave her everything. I didn’t fake a single second of it. I told her all my truths at the risk of scaring her away. I told her everything. I tried to do everything right. And she still decided to leave me in the end, burying me six feet under. I don’t even know how I’m feeling. Alcohol is clouding my judgment; the club is spinning. Or that might be just the pool dancer. It’s hard to say. All I see and think about is her—my wife, the woman to whom I would give every drop of my blood. I cannot erase the memory of her tears. Her lies, which perhaps were never lies.
“It’s not over yet, Kaz. Dmitri said she hasn’t left yet.”
“She will.” I laugh bitterly. “She fucking will. Because if there’s one thing she’s good at, it’s stabbing me and running away.”
However, this time, she didn’t stab me. She didn’t even try. So maybe she doesn’t hate me as much as I believe.
“Just go back. Talk to her. Ask her to stay,” Vanya suggests.
Vanya confuses the hell out of me. I still can’t figure out his thoughts about her, and he will not spell it out for me. He’s never been kind to her. I deluded myself into thinking she’d change her mind and want to stay with me. I can’t figure out how I messed everything up.