Without having any control over my body movements, I grab her waist and pull her toward me until there’s no space between us. I’m hard for her. My dick strains against the material of my pants. She gasps for air when I trail my thumb over her lower lip.
Leaning my forehead against hers, I whisper, “Please, Elena. I need you back.”
As usual, she doesn’t say anything. But I can hear the loud beating of her heart as it matches mine.
I bury my nose in the crook of her neck and take in her flowery scent. I place soft kisses along her neck. She doesn’t fight me. She doesn’t push me away from her like I expect her to – like I want her to. Because that’s what the old Elena would have done. She would have done everything in her power to get me out of her bubble. And I would have done everything in my power to prove her wrong by turning her own body against her.
But I can’t do this to her now. She’s much smaller and fragile. My heart aches for her so much I just want to hug her and bury myself inside of her. I want to promise her that I’ll always be there for her no matter what, I want to tell her that even if she keeps rejecting me, I will fight till the end to gain her trust back – to win her love back.
I push her gently against the wall behind her. She lets me slide the nightgown off her body. She’s wearing nothing but her bra and panties underneath.
I search her eyes, hoping to see a sparkle of desire in them. But I see nothing but emptiness.
I ignore it and unhook her bra. Maybe she’ll come back to me once she remembers our connection and how our bodies belong together.
My cock thickens as soon as my eyes land on her boobs. She still has bruises in her stomach, but they don’t look as bad as the day I found her.
“Why aren’t you pushing me away?” I ask hoarsely as I slide her panties down her soft, bruised legs.
She doesn’t say anything. It’s driving me nuts. I can feel the fury crawl up underneath my skin. But I don’t want to hurt her. I force my anger to go back to sleep. I can’t be angry doing what I’m about to do. It’ll break her, and that’s the last thing I want.
I unzip my pants and release my throbbing cock. I reach between her legs and stroke her soft folds.
My eyes widen at my discovery. She’s wet. She wants me. She wants this.
“You’re wet,” I say, my voice low and almost soundless.
Her cheeks turn a shade pinker but her face remains expressionless. My hopes rise, making my heart leap with happiness.
She’s still in there. My Elena – the woman I love the most is still somewhere in there. I just have to bring her back.
Smiling, I stroke my cock twice before pointing it at her wet entrance. I insert the tip of my cock inside of her and watch as she gasps softly. I don’t want to go hard on her. She’s so fucking tight, and I refuse to hurt her. I want her to adjust to my size before I can slam myself inside of her.
I insert myself another inch deeper into her. I can feel her folds clenching around my length. She closes her eyes and leans her head against my chest. She doesn’t want me to look her in the eyes. She doesn’t want me to discover that she’s enjoying this.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” I command and she obeys.
I look deeply into her eyes and slam myself inside her. The veins in my throat bulge as soon a soft moan erupts from her throat.
Fuck.
I ram my cock inside of her tight folds like a feral beast. I fuck her hard like a man in a daze.
It feels like we’re alone in an empty world where there’s nobody else but us. The fucked up world we were once part of is dead and gone. Our bodies are intertwined, and our lives have meaning.
In this world, she’s mine, and I’m hers. For eternity.
I explode inside of her and remain buried deep inside her pussy as I pant for air. She’s silent, but her cheeks are so warm with heat. She’s beautiful, and there’s no way I’ll ever get tired of the sight of her. Especially when she’s writhing underneath my body with my seed dripping down her thighs.
I pull away from her, my dick already begging for more and longing for her. She puts her nightgown on and bows her head down. I pull up my boxers and my pants and lift her chin up.
She looks at me with sadness in her eyes. It breaks my heart, and it feels like thousands of knives are cutting through my flesh. I hate the way she looks at me.
“I missed you so much, baby,” I say softly.
I just want her to say anything to me. Fuck her silence. I want to hear her lovely voice. I long for her smile and her laughter.
But as the seconds go by, all I get is her deadly silence.
Moving away from her, I curse myself to hell as I make my way back to my office. The woman I fell in love with is gone, and I have no idea how to bring her back.
Elena
I cry silently underneath the showerhead. I scrub his scent away from my body as guilt torments me from within. I enjoyed it. I felt pleasure and pain all at once. A part of me allowed him to take me, and I have no idea why. I shouldn’t have. But for a moment, when he slid himself inside of me, my past ceased to exist and I allowed myself to live in the moment. I hate myself so much. I’m not supposed to feel pleasure. I’m supposed to suffer.
The image of Lydia haunts my thoughts again, and I fall to the ground. My sobs are audible and my tears run down like a waterfall. Pain grips my chest as sadness crushes me.
You fucked up. You deserve to suffer.
I have to leave. I have to stay away from Maksim. If he knew what I did or what I became, he would never forgive me.
Struggling to get back on my feet, I turn off the water and step out of the shower box. I wrap a towel over my body and brush my hair silently. My heart beats loudly in my ears as anxiety swirls around me.
Stepping into the room, I glance over at the clock. It’s almost 6:00am. He never came to bed, and I couldn’t sleep either. As long as I remain in this house, I will keep making mistakes.
Grabbing my suitcase from the closet, I begin packing my clothes after getting dressed. Looking at the room one last time, I sigh deeply and exist through the door.
* * *
“Elena?” Yeva’s voice comes from behind me. Placing my suitcase by the door, I turn around and smile warmly at her.
“I’ll still throw you the best bachelorette party ever. Just not here. Where’s Maksim?”
Her lips part to say something, but she catches herself and looks down to her feet.
“He’s in his office with Aleksandr and Mikhail.” She says in a low voice.
Walking toward his office, I stop when I’m standing inches away from the closed door.
I inhale deeply and knock softly.
“Come on in,” says Maksim.
As soon as I walk in, they all stand up. Maksim studies me worriedly with furrowed eyebrows.
“Hi, Elena.” Says Aleksandr politely.
I nod my head slightly and smile warmly at him.
“What is it?” asks Maksim firmly.
“I’m leaving, and I don’t want you to try and find me.”
The words come out of my mouth before I prepare myself to let them out. His eyes darken, and his nostrils flare.
“Over my dead body, you’re leaving.” He hisses through gritted teeth.
I don’t wait to hear the rest of his cursing. I storm out of his office and head back to the main entrance when a firm, meaty hand grips my forearm and pulls me in a savage jerk.
I turn around and find Maksim scowling at me. His breathing getting more pronounced as the seconds tick by.
“You’re not going anywhere.” He bites out.
Behind him, Aleksandr, Mikhail, and Yeva watch us wide-eyed.
“Let go, Maksim,” I say calmly.
“What is it? What happened? Tell me it’s an order!” he snarls, and I remain silent.
“Maksim, not like this.” Says Aleksandr as he approaches us.
Maksim turns around swiftly and points his finger at Aleksandr.
“I can’t say it,” I say in a trembling voice as tears fill my eyes, turning my vision gloomy.
“Tell me, I want to know. Whatever it is, it’s okay. You were taken hostage.”
I shake my head as tears begin streaming down my face.
“I’m fucking tired of this shit. Tired of your silent treatment. Do you understand? You’re telling me what happened right now or else…”
“Or else what? You’ll kill me? You’ll lock me up again in the west wing where you used to train slaves and torture them?” I pull away from his grasp.
“I never trained slaves. Is this about you figuring out that Leonardo is your father?”
“No!” I yell at the top of my lungs and push him hard, but he doesn’t budge.
“I’ve known all along that he was my father!” I shout hysterically as I push him once more. “Leave me alone!”
Walking past all of them, I take the stairs two at a time. Anger blinding my vision as I get inside the room and lock it behind me. It doesn’t take long before Maksim starts knocking loudly at the door.
“Open up, Elena. Please.”
When I don’t answer him, he continues, “I’m sorry, please, I’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone. But please stay here. I’m begging you.”
“I want my own room then. I don’t want you near me, do you understand?”
“Yes. I’ll give you your own room.” His answer comes quick and easy.
I take a long moment before unlocking the door and opening it wide. He looks like a haunted man, panting for air like he has just run a marathon.
If he’s willing to leave me alone. I’ll stay longer for the sake of Yeva. I won’t be around him at all, so he can forget me and move on. Then I will leave for good and he will never see me again.
“I’m sorry. You can keep this room, I’ll get Yeva to prepare another room for me,” he says softly and walks away.
A moment later, Yeva shows up at the door with a tray of food in her hands. She stops at the door and looks at me worriedly.
I motion for her to come in. She places the tray on the table and heads toward the door.
“Wait,”
She stops in her tracks and turns around to face me.
“Do you have a lot of work to do today?”
She shakes her head.
“Wanna have a girls movie night then?”
Her eyes sparkle and a wide grin forms on her lips.
“I would love to.”
I smile warmly at her right before she exits the room. I want to spend my last days in this house, making those who were there for me happy.
And Yeva is at the top of my list.
Maksim
“How are you feeling?” asks Aleksandr as he steps into my office.
“I need you to do me a favor,” I say, ignoring his question.
“What is it?”
I swallow thickly.
“I want you to take care of Elena while I’m away.”
He frowns.
“Away?”
“Yes. I’m going back to the cabin. I want you to make sure she takes her medication and that she’s well cared for. Can you do that for me?”
He licks his lips and averts his gaze away.
“Sure. Why are you going away?”
Grabbing my cell phone and my keys from my desk, I chuck them in my pocket and head toward the door.
“Because if I don’t, I’ll lose her forever.”
* * *
My heart aches as I step into the driver’s seat and drive off. I don’t want to stay away from her, but as long as I remain in my house knowing that she’s in it too, I’ll never leave her alone. Whatever happened yesterday between us will keep happening until I eventually lose her for good. And as much as it feels like knives puncturing my swollen heart, I’d rather give her space than end up losing her forever.
Just the thought of it plummets my mood.
Parking in front of the cabin, I slide out of the car and head over to the entrance door. I was here not long ago while I was trying to find her. This place now holds plenty of bad memories for me. But at least I found her alive. I didn’t expect her to loathe me or to want nothing to do with me at all. Her rejection hurts more than anything I’ve ever felt before. Only if I could figure out what had happened that made her shut down on most people, especially me.
Her father apparently built the tunnel once he figured out that Leonardo is the father of Elena. He wanted to take him down and planned on digging underground so he can report everything to the police once he reached Leonardo’s tunnel.
But he never succeeded because he died before he could bring his own brother down. And Leonardo only realized that Marco was spying on him once he took custody of Elena and inherited everything his dead brother once owned, including the house.
Leonardo ended up actually finishing his brother’s job by linking both tunnels together with only one door separating them. I discovered all of this once my team got access to more information through Leonardo’s computer. And since I couldn’t torture the fucker before killing him, I made sure to throw his body in the middle of the ocean where sharks will no doubt feed on his disgusting flesh. That way, he’ll also never be found.
Lying on top of my bed, I look at the ceiling and blow out a deep sigh. I would do everything in my power to hold Elena tightly in my arms. Yet, here I am, hard and alone in the middle of nowhere when I’m supposed to be the happiest man on earth. I brought justice to my father. I killed the man who took his life away and the man who tortured the woman I love the most. But I feel dejected and lost in a web of unanswered questions. Will I ever get her back? Will we ever be able to get past this and finally live life the way we always wanted to? With no danger and nobody to stop us from our happiness?
I fish the small ring box out of my pocket and open it. I stare at the ring with extreme sadness, knowing that I’ll probably never get to ask her the question I’ve been dying to ask her ever since she came back from London, and told me that she didn’t want to live this life without me and that she wanted both of us to take her uncle down.
It was the best day of my life. I knew then that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. The only thing that was holding me from asking the question was her uncle.
Now, despite her uncle not being around anymore, it kills me that I’ll probably never be able to have her back the way I used to. All my dreams and hopes will be shattered if time doesn’t heal her.
That’s why I decided to give her space, it’s my last hope. I refuse to believe that this is the end for us. Last night I almost had her. My cock thickens as the memory invades my thoughts. Those lips that I missed so fucking much. The warmth of her body that I long for and everything about her that makes me feel alive. She gives purpose to my life. She’s always been everything that the beast in me craved with extreme hunger.
She’s the one for me, she’s always been and always will.
Elena
“So, did you like it?” I ask Yeva as I turn off the TV.
“I loved it. I haven’t had a girls movie night in so long.” She says, taking a sip off her tea mug.
“I’m glad you had fun.”
Getting up, I carry our plates and walk over to the door.
“Wait, Elena.”
I turn around to face her. The grin on her face has been replaced with a weak smile.
I stand still, waiting for her to say whatever she has to say. Silence prevails for a while before she finally decides to break it.
“Are you feeling better?”
I smile.
“Of course, I am. Don’t worry about me Yeva. I’ll be fine.”
Walking out of the living room, I sigh deeply and make my way over to the kitchen. I know what she meant by her question. She wanted to know if I’m okay, especially after Maksim and I’s fight earlier today. I just don’t want to talk about anything that
has to do with him.
There’s no us anymore. And the quicker people understood it, the better it would be for both him and me to move on.
I place the dirty plates in the sink and pour water on them. I suddenly sense another presence in the kitchen. I turn around swiftly and find Aleksandr standing by the door. His hands are in his pockets, and a charming smile tugs at the corner of his lips.
“How are you?” he asks, leaning against the doorframe and tilting his head to the right. His eyes study me keenly.
“I’m alright. It seems like a lot of people are asking me the exact same question over and over again.”
He chuckles.
“Well, do you blame them?”
I shake my head.
“I’m not here to bug you or anything. I wanted to let you know that Maksim left earlier, and if you need anything, please let me know.”
My heart sinks into my stomach, and my breathing gets more pronounced.
“He left?”
He nods his approval.
“Why?” I ask past my trembling lips.
“He said you didn’t want him around you. So he decided to give you the space you need.”
I drop my gaze to the floor as a pang of sadness hits me. I begin to feel cold, and my bones ache.
Lifting my chin up, I smile, wish him goodnight, and walk past him into the hallway. I take the stairs up and as soon as I’m in my room, I lock the door behind me and bring my palms to my chest.
I shouldn’t care that he’s moving on. It shouldn’t upset me. Isn’t that what I wanted? Isn’t that what I asked him to do?
Walking over to the bed, I climb onto it and grab a random book from my night table. Books are my escape. When the darkness haunts the corners of my mind and grief hollows me out, I pick up a book. That’s the only way I can escape my pitiful reality. It’s the only way I can get Maksim away from my thoughts.
Elena
It’s been three weeks since I’ve been rescued and two weeks and a half since the last time I saw him. The doctor said that in exactly five days, I can stop taking my medication. My curves are back and the bruises on my body have completely healed. I should be happy. I should be excited that I was given a new chance to start fresh. I should be elated that my uncle is dead and I finally have my freedom. There will be no more enemy to stand in the way of whatever I have yet to accomplish. But I’m sad and weak. The despair has been dragging me down for a while now.
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