She held me to her as though she would never let go as I began to rock her. She urged me on, eager to reach the edge, but I slowed her down, and showed her what I wanted between us.
I took her nipple between my teeth and her back arched off the bed, bringing a smile to my face. The way she responded was real and without any pretense or artifice. She didn’t try to look sexy or hold back.
Our hips rose and fell with my pace, shallow then deep, rapid and then excruciatingly slow. I savored each moment in her at some point almost forcing myself to swear that it would be my last. This was nothing but pure danger that I was sinking myself into.
I told her to rest her ankles on my shoulders. She obeyed and immediately, I felt her pussy grip my cock so tightly, I cussed. My body began to shudder as we neared our peak, or perhaps it was hers, I couldn’t tell, I was slowly losing coherence. The edge was beckoning, but for the first time in my life, I didn’t want to go to it on my own. I wanted to take her with me.
“Come, April. Let yourself come.”
She came then, beautifully with a tortuous and nearly soundless scream that she couldn’t contain. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she moved her head and bit down on my shoulder.
The violence was perfect. It set me off. As I exploded inside her, the image of her tears in my mind’s eyes brought such awe that I had to grip my hair. If I could cry, it would be for her and in this way too, willingly and without a single regret.
For some weird reason, I thought of my father, his dark hands around the slender stem of my mother’s neck. And how she begged him, told him she needed him. I was eight years old and I learned an important lesson that night.
Don’t trust anyone. Ever. Especially, if they tell you they need you.
Chapter 25
April
This time it was me who fell asleep and it was him who left. I woke up to the sound of my alarm in an empty bed. He didn’t appear at breakfast and the next time I caught a glimpse of him was as he walked towards his car just before lunch. His gaze slid over me for a brief second before continuing on his way, Alex strolling behind him.
Anger surged through me and before I could stop myself, I brought out my phone and called him. He didn’t pick up as I pictured him getting into his car. I kept dialing, desperate, or probably out of my mind to show that I too, could be cold and flippant when I spoke to him.
Eventually, he picked up and didn’t say a word leaving me to take the stage with my pitiful play. I straightened my back and launched in, “You haven’t seen Yulia since yesterday.”
I wanted an explanation from him, needed it, even though it was more for myself than the beautiful little girl.
He gave none, and went on to pass out his next instruction, “A new psychologist will be flying in from the U.S to examine her today.” He paused. “I’ll send a car to pick both of you up at three. Be ready.” Then he ended the call.
I almost flung the phone into the wall.
“Bread must be left alone for it to rise. Not everything can be rushed,” Zelda said softly.
Her voice broke through before I could admit to myself what was beginning to happen to me. I clenched my hands into fists and turned to her.
It was wisdom that didn’t soothe me. She did not understand. I was falling in love with a man who took his pleasure then treated me as if I was a blob of gum on his shoe. Hiding my unhappiness, I went to check on Yulia and her tutor in the grand study on the second floor.
At three exactly, a sleek Range Rover came for us.
Yulia had picked out her outfit of a lace embellished denim dress. She’d complemented her outfit with a pair of brown boots and allowed me to curl her hair into soft waves. She looked heart-meltingly lovely.
“You look gorgeous,” I said.
She went to the trouble of taking her notebook out and wrote:
Thank you, April. :-) So do you!
I laughed. Nothing could be further from the truth. I was dressed in a pair of jeans I owned, and a loose T-shirt. My hair was still in the bun I had piled on the top of my head earlier that morning. By now, tendrils were escaping with a vengeance. I had no makeup and but a lick of lip balm across my lips.
I wanted so badly to take a glimpse at the gigantic mirror in the foyer of the house as we passed by, for my own self-respect at least, however none of that had mattered in my nonchalant approach towards anything that had to do with Yuri, except his beautiful niece, of course.