Page 20 of Ruthless Rustanovs

“NOW I’m going to tell you why I dumped you,” Eva said.

When Alexei agreed to her deal, he’d been half-furious and half-bemused that she thought he could be so easily assuaged with her New Age-notion of closure. But when she said these words, a strange chill ran down his back.

Eva took a few steps back after speaking as if she needed to put distance between them before telling him the truth.

“This whole thing with my father started way before I met you. As long as I can remember, my brother has always been my parents’ favorite.

And as long as I can remember, I’ve been trying to measure up.

The night Daddy, you, and me went to dinner, it all came to a head.

Daddy and me got into that stupid fight about you.

He said, ‘either you dump him or I’m going to cut you off.

’” Eva shook her head, caught up in the memory.

“I was so sick of him. He acted like every decision I made, everything I did outside of getting my social work degree, was wrong. So, I decided to show him. I moved in with you. I thought that would make him see I wasn’t some dumb little girl he could boss around because he bought me everything and was paying my rent.

The truth is, I moved in with you to get back at him. ”

She hugged herself and rubbed her arms as if to ward off some invisible chill.

“And the stupid thing is I didn’t even like you that much.

I mean, yeah, you were good in bed. But you barely spoke English and your apartment was crappy.

I tried to pretend like everything was okay, but then that heat wave hit and I was like, ‘What am I doing? My dad’s not that bad.

’ So, I left you. I tried to let you down easy—”

He stopped her right there and unbelted his robe. “Drummond,” he said.

Eva came out of her story with a confused look, her eyes traveling downward to his straining erection. “What?”

“That is the safe word. If I hurt you, say ‘Drummond’ and I will stop.”

That was all the warning Eva got before she found herself pushed face-first into the nearest wall with Alexei’s naked weight crushing her from behind.

“What’re you doing?” she asked, a rush of fear and anticipation coursing through her.

The weight of his body pressed against hers let up, but only a little.

He pulled the tunic dress up over her head and flung it aside before undoing the back clasp of her bra and whipping it to the floor as well.

He used his strong, hard body to re-pin her against the wall, manacling her wrists above her head with one hand and using the other to rub her mound in slow, punishing circles.

To her great embarrassment, Eva felt her pussy start to drip at his very first touch.

“Go on, finish your story,” he said in her ear, employing his middle finger to rub her juices over her clit. “You used me to get back at your father. It was all a game to you.”

“Yes,” she said, so turned on she could barely think straight enough to speak.

“I mean, it was grad school. It was fun to pretend to be in love for a while, but then when that heat wave hit, things got too real. The sex was great, but I just wanted my own place back with air conditioning and a full kitchen. I was so sick of cooking on a hot plate—”

She cried out when he removed his hand from her pussy and rammed into her from behind with brutal force, filling her with his thickness.

He didn’t give her enough room to move as he started rocking into her, bent at the knees so her body jerked up and her pussy and pebbled nipples rubbed against the smooth wall with every thrust.

Immediately, it was too much for her stuck between a wall and Alexei’s extremely hard place. Before she was ready, she felt herself begin to orgasm. “Please, stop,” she panted, “If you don’t, I’m going to…”

“You are going to come,” he said, still fucking her from behind.

“You dumped me for not being rich enough, and now you will come on my cock, spreading your pussy juice all over my hotel wall. You are creaming so much, I will have to call someone in to clean the wallpaper before this suite is ready for the next guest. That is how hard you are about to come.”

And he was right. She felt a gush of liquid from her pussy before the orgasm took her over, temporarily blinding her so she could only see stars. She screamed. The pleasure was too intense. She didn’t think she could take any more without passing out.

But then Alexei suddenly pulled out and turned her around to face him. He kissed her, biting her lip hard enough to bring her out of her post-coital daze. “No, stay with me,” he said. “I want you to finish the story.”