Dual Eclipse

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“I love you, Sasha.” She’d cried out when I pounded into her from behind. She’d gripped me like a vice when she chanted it. It forced me to grab her flush to my chest and release my desire with a roar inside her.

I loved watching it leak out of her—my cum. It swelled my heart with pride that I had done something good for once. It’s ridiculous. After she’d blacked out, I took a good five minutes to collect myself. My pounding heart needed a moment to calm down after we’d fucked so dangerously and her declaring how she felt.

Her pillow talk was something I’d never experienced before. Usually, women would let me do the dirty talking and fucking. On the other hand, Victoria provoked me to tell her about the family I supposedly had.

The funniest thing was waking up to the barrel of her gun in my face. She threatened to kill me if I ever knocked her out again. The morning ended with her coming on my cock with my hands trussed behind my back. She became an expert with the knot and enjoyed her gun pressing under my chin and bouncing hard on my long cock. I came before she did. She forced another out of me.

I don’t think she knows how involved she’d gotten into the dark ways of sex. She stole the power I gave her last night and would use it at every chance. If I took that power, I feared she’d fall into the dark hole I’d helped her out of.

She was like a demon riding my cock and demanding I keep my hands off her. She had me bound in shackles at her mercy, and I couldn’t complain. My cock stirred in my slacks, wanting her again. I loved how she’d watch me with trust when I put it in—how her lips would part, and a small gasp would leave her throat. She loved it when I entered deep into her belly. She’d giggle at how everything fit and when my cock twitched. Victoria didn’t know what she had become. She was killing me. She’d become the bane of my existence. I wanted to live without watching over my shoulders for her.

It felt satisfying that she trusted me, but did I trust her? Victoria got answers out of me that only Kristina could. I remember the last session where she told me to speak to someone about what was bothering me. Would Victoria sit and listen? Would she run? She knew of the murders I committed and stayed, but for what cause? Women are not to be trusted, especially when one loves threatening you with the end of her gun. I’ll repeat it. That woman is my downfall, yet I can’t keep away.

I swerved the car into an empty parking lot, aware of how dangerous the scene was. The enemy could gun me down, but I had Dom as my shadow. Too bad Sergey can’t be here. It’s good because he gets to protect Destina whilst I fix things.

I climbed out of the car and slammed the door shut before opening the back seat and retrieving the new PC I had Dominico set up for me. Vehicles drive on the bridge not too far, and I craved a smoke from the cigar digging into my thigh pocket.

I was a nervous ball, but a shot of Don Papa would help ease that. I doubt it. Viklan Voinov had many tricks up his sleeve, and I needed to get through the entire bottle if I wanted to be a sane man afterwards. Perhaps I’ll keep what’s left of my sanity.