Page 21 of Ruthless Rustanovs

He was out of control. Somewhere in the back of his head, Alexei realized he was acting like a wild animal instead of the dispassionate businessman he had trained himself to be.

But he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t leave her alone, but also couldn’t come no matter how much his balls strained for release because he was so unbelievably out-of-control angry at the woman who just admitted what he thought of as his one great love was nothing more than a parental rebellion that went too far.

“That last week,” he heard himself say. “I thought you were happy. It was hot, but you kept finding excuses to have sex with me.”

Eva looked at him with eyes that held both embarrassment and pity.

“Yeah, I got my transfer acceptance to Arlington and my student loan money came through. That meant I could finish my degree at UTA, which was cheaper than UTD, and have enough money to get my own place with a real stove and working A/C.”

And he was in her again, rutting like an animal, taking her without regard or permission, lost in a haze of memory. He had been so confused, so desperate to get her back, and she’d been all too happy to be rid of him.

Eva clung to him now, her legs wrapped around his waist, panting as she continued with her confession.

“I would have broken up with you, but I could already tell it was going to be hard. I mean, an American guy would have taken it on the chin, but you were way more into me than I was into you and I didn’t want a scene.

That’s not how I was raised. But I could tell you were the kind of guy who wouldn’t just let me quietly dump you. ”

Eva was right. If she had tried to break-up with him in person, he would have begged her to stay with him.

He would have yelled, he would have desperately bargained with her to change her mind, he might have even cried.

Alexei would have done whatever it took to keep her there because he had been so in love with her and believed what they had was real.

Back then, it would have been hard to convince him otherwise.

He drilled into her hot wet tunnel, his balls tight and begging for release, but he couldn’t. His entire body was rigid with the need to come, but he refused even as Eva’s eyes rolled away again. “Oh, I can’t…please…you have to stop…I’m going to come again!”

He didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. He drove himself into her with furious thrusts until he felt her pussy clenching around his dick, uncontrollably milking it. She cried, “Don’t! Don’t! Please don’t!” over and over again before coming a second time with a full body shudder.

His balls tingled as another wave of her juices washed over his dick. He wanted, needed to join her. It felt like he was going insane, like he either needed to climax or risk a complete mental breakdown.

But Alexei’s body had a mind of its own.

He swung her away from the wall, still embedded inside her, and settled Eva beneath him on the carpeted floor.

And though he felt beyond weary, he hooked her legs around his waist. “Tell me about the morning before you left. Tell me exactly what happened,” he said, his voice rough with anger and sadness.

But Eva shook her head, visibly tired, her face and torso shimmering with sweat. “No more. I can’t take anymore.” But she didn’t say the safe word. In fact, she started moving beneath him again. “Why can’t I stop? I dumped you but I can’t stop myself from wanting you right now.”

“Tell me,” he said again.

He didn’t think it was possible to get any harder, but the way she moved underneath him, her dark aureolas puffy with desire and her face helpless with need, made him the equivalent of granite and it was all he could do to keep talking.

“That morning you sucked my dick and convinced me to do your fucking laundry even though you knew you would be leaving me. Did you even go to school that day?”

She shook her head, lost in a daze of pleasure as she gasped out, “No, I—I just up and left as fast as I could…I was such a bitch. I thought it was funny back then—thought everything was funny.” She moaned with lust and regret. “I was so silly.”

He squeezed his eyes shut. And there it was, the whole story. He had wondered about it many times over the years but never thought he’d get the complete and unvarnished truth from her. And now he had it from her, all while they fucked each other senseless.

“We’ve got to stop,” she said. “I’m going to come again if we keep doing this. I can’t take another orgasm.”

Alexei ignored her, pounding into her, punished her as best he could while desperately trying to gain his own release. “I hate you,” he heard himself saying to her on a rough chant. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.”

“I know, Lexie,” she said, her voice broke when she called him by his pet name and tears pooled in her eyes. “You have every right to hate me, baby. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It was messed up what I did and I couldn’t be sorrier for hurting you.”

Then she came a third time with a silent scream.

It was her apology that broke him, the sincerity in her voice and the way she climaxed right after.

He heard himself emit a guttural groan, like a badly wounded animal, and suddenly, he was coming so hard, harder than he had ever come in his life.

He could feel himself spilling into her wet passage, filling her up with his angry seed as the tension that had been building in him for eight long years finally released in wave after wave of cum.

The release was so powerful he barely had time to crawl out of her before they both fell into a sated sleep right there on the luxurious carpet