Dual Eclipse

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She slips to the floor, but I catch her around the waist before she can hurt herself. I lift her flush against me, and her head lolls to the side. Fuck. “Victoria?” I balance her weight on one arm and lift her face to me with the other. Her lips were slightly ajar. A frown dented her forehead, and her eyes remained closed. She looked freshly fucked. “Fuck.” She blacked out. I’m a dead man.

She grumbles something under her voice before slipping into a deep sleep. I’d bet my money she threatened to put a bullet in my chest. I chuckled, kissing her sweaty temple. She looked angelic, she looked pure, she was all mine. My chest squeezed at the trust she gave me. I saw her restraint—the conflict in her burning gaze. She wanted this. I needed it, although my cock throbbed, ached and demanded release inside her warmth.

Victoria wouldn’t handle my rough fucking. Maybe I’d be slow with her when she asks me, but fuck. How much longer could I do this without demanding it? My blue balls would only kill me faster than she could. She didn’t even know it. I lifted her bridal style, and she sighed, burying her face in my chest. The protection I offered was cogent. She accepted it to my pleasure.

I lay her on the bed where she first fought with her thoughts. I watched as she’d spread her fucking thighs wide and tempted me in the corner of the room. She was waiting for me when I was with her the entire night. I saw the shame on her pretty face when pleasure didn’t come from her hands. I saw the disgust that angered me to the ends of the world. I had to show her what perfection was. I had to punish her!

I bring the duvet around her breasts to hide her nudity. The barrier didn’t stop my desire because I knew what the fuck hid beneath it. She was a temptress. She had me on my knees without knowing it. I unbuttoned my shirt but thought against it. The damn cat took a hating to me and sat her fat self on the pillow I slept on last night. Luna had her bed near the nightstand and preferred putting soiled toys on it.

Luna was a stray that followed me home, and Miriam wouldn’t let her leave the house. She was all over me like I was her mama the weekend I spent in Villa Voinov, and I hadn’t seen her since I took the plane back to Russia. I returned for her—she didn’t like that—and that damn cat looked like she would never forgive me for leaving. Miriam cared for her well, but Victoria needed comfort. The little shit attacked me last night.

I sighed, kicked my shoes and left the bedroom. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and slid the door open. The cold air made me clench my teeth. It cooled my heated skin, and I focused on the harshness rather than my aching cock.

The view from here was pretty at night. The street lights littered the neighbourhood like the lanterns in that damn tangle movie Giulia forced me to watch in Italy. I still couldn’t believe Victoria and Giulia shared the same mother and father. They looked fucking identical, and my fingers tightened into a fist. What I wanted in Giulia was lust which faded into nothing because she got fucking married to the pakhan.

At first, I’d seen it as an opportunity to get back at the situation, but Victoria was worth more. She should never find out about my lust for her sister. That was before her. I lit the cigar I had wrapped around my lips and puffed it. She wanted to be the good guy with her job, but eventually, good turns bad. Politicians were corrupt, and the police were even worse. Victoria didn’t understand that.