It isn’t love. It’s lust. Which, in many ways, is more powerful.He groans, pulling me from my thoughts, and his body stiffens. For a second, he pulls back andlooks into my eyes, the blue swallowed by the black of his pupils. Then he shakes and buries his facein my neck.
My second orgasm comes quickly. I shiver around him as he finishes, feeling a mixture of reliefand shame as the haze of the act dissipates, leaving me with the reality of what we’ve done. Of whatI’ve done.
Still, I can’t ignore the attraction. Even as Viktor pulls away and slips his clothes back on, I watchthe move of his muscles beneath his skin, the way his abs flex and clench as he pulls his shirt back on.
I like the way he looks, it’s true, but Viktor wants me. And that’s useful.He clearly enjoys my body, and as long
