Page 28 of Weeping Roses
“NO!” I struggle and shake my head vigorously. “This must never happen again. I mean it, never.”
I take a deep breath and say slowly, “Okay, here is what will happen. I will slip away to my own room and try to forget this ever happened. You will do what the hell you like, but do it fast so you have your information by the end of the day. I will leave for Sussex and you will leave for the end of the world, or become the first man to live in outer space, never to be seen again anywhere near Lower Slaughter, London and Sussex. In fact, stay away from the United Kingdom as a whole and I would prefer it if you gave Florida a wide berth too, because I occasionally like to visit Disneyland and the surrounding areas.”
His eyes glitter and rather than say anything, his mouth descends on mine in a surprise attack that flusters me all over again. Oh my God, he kisses like a pro and despite my harsh words, I kiss him back with an enthusiasm that makes a mockery of my last words. I’m a fucking joke and as his hand wanders, I try so hard to resist, but my traitorous body opens up once again like a flower and before I know it, he is seated deep inside me, causing me to groan out loud.
“Do you like that, malyshka?”
“I hate you, but your cock can stay.”
His soft chuckle brings a brief smile to my face as he moves slowly inside me, increasing the rhythm before slowing down again. It is driving me insane and my legs wrap around his waist in a desperate urge to pull him in deeper and as his balls slap against my ass, my fingernails rake the skin on his back. We are closer than two people can ever be and I am telling myself it’s one for the road. The last and final time I will allow him to use my body in this way. Yes, the last fuck, perhaps I should write a song and title it that.
My body dances along with his tune and betrays me in the cruelest way possible as it clenches around his cock and I scream like a maniac as I convulse under him, momentarily losing consciousness as a gigantic orgasm hits me hard.
Then he unleashes his beast with a roar and fills my desperate pussy with his sticky cum and once again the shame rises up to greet me as I come to terms with the fact I just can’t say no to him.
I am not doing a good job of acting normally and I don’t miss the smirks of his men as I attempt to rustle up some form of breakfast. If Valentin has sent for his chef, I hope he arrives soon because facing these men after what we did last night is every bit as mortifying as if my parents were sitting here instead.
Thank God they’re not. Not in a bad way, of course, just to spare me the disappointment in their eyes when they come to terms with the knowledge their daughter is a common slut. No morality, no principles and apparently no fucks to give that she let a man she just met do unspeakable things to her, and she liked it. I loved it when he tied me up and bound my mouth. It freed me from responsibility and I could pretend I was an unwilling participant. I wasn’t. Not by a long way and now I must face the fact that I am the trashiest of women.
I can’t even look at him and he obviously couldn’t care less because he chats to his men, occasionally cracking a joke that rises distinctly above my head.
Finally, they all disperse to their task, leaving me alone with my nightmare that goes by the name of Valentin Romanov.
“Look at me, Polly.”
His dark commanding tone stirs the air around my heart, and it pounds mercilessly inside me.
I take a deep breath and turn, trying so hard to maintain a blank expression, but fail miserably when he stares at me with surprising tenderness.
“You did nothing wrong.” He says simply and I can’t meet his eyes as I say wearily, “It doesn’t feel like that. I let myself down.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m not, well, I don’t usually–oh nothing.”
I sigh with exasperation and turn back to the sink where I am attempting to wash the dishes and I almost jump out of my skin when he moves behind me and circles my waist with his hands, spinning me around and staring into my eyes with a surprisingly gentle expression.
“If it’s any consolation, I loved every minute. Thank you for lowering your principles for one night of passion with me.”
I search for any hint he is teasing me, but all I detect is sincerity for once.
He drops a light kiss on my lips and whispers against them. “For your information, I do that a lot, so if anyone should be ashamed of themselves, it’s me.”
He raises his eyes, and it makes me giggle and he smiles sweetly. “That’s better. I don’t want you to be sad when I had a night I won’t forget in a hurry.”
“Do you expect me to believe that?” I scoff, and I’m taken aback at the serious gleam in his eye as he nods.
“I do. You see, Polly, it may surprise you that I don’t usually sleep with women.”
I raise my eyes and he grins. “I fuck them, of course I do, but I never wrap my arms around them afterward and fall asleep with them in my bed. So, my little English Rose, last night was as surprising to me as it was devastating for you.”
“I’m sorry.” I attempt to smile. “I didn’t mean it was devastating, it’s, well, I was brought up to believe that women should have certain standards of decorum and jumping into bed with a man she just met, who is kind of keeping her prisoner, isn’t really something that would make my parents proud.”
“Tell me about them.”
It doesn’t escape my attention that his arms are still holding me close and the scent of his aftershave is seriously divine. I lean closer and take a surreptitious sniff, loving the scent of spice that suits him down to the ground.
“They are both dead, sadly.” I shrug but bite my lip to stop it from revealing how much it still hurts.