“Do that again and I’m going to c*m before you do. And that’s not how this is going to go.”
I do it again, on purpose, because I am a brat and also because I want to see what he does when pushed.
What he does is pin my hip to the mattress, angle me up, and start f*****g me in earnest, taking all the control out of my hands.
The gurney doesn’t squeak. Small miracles. But the mattress shifts under me and my breath saws hot around the tie. I can’t bring myself to care about that, though, not when Matvei is above me, around me, inside me, and the rest of the world has ceased to matter.
“Filthy thing,” he pants against my temple. “Soaking the sheets in a hospital bed. With a nurse a few feet away. You like that, don’t you? You like being a secret?”
“Of course you do. Nobody’s ever seen the
