Bound by lies Trapped by Desire novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Forget that ence upon a time, I thought sex was just functional Quiet Athing you did to please the other person, a thing to tick off the list of what mode a “succrald relabonship”

He was the one who made me feel

He’d tem through every illusion I’d ever held, replacing them with something raw, carnal, and real. The way he looked at me during sex–as if I was shmething sacred, something owned–haunted me even when I closed my eyes. It wasn’t just lust. It was obsession, Passion. This delicious kind of corruption that made me burn from the inside out

He’d given me so many

so many firsts that my head spun trying to count them.

First time bent over his office desk, the thrill of being fucked against the glass window overlooking the entire city, or the fear of his secretary hearing us

First time pressed against the marble in his shower, steam curling around us like fog, his mouth on my throat while the water sluiced down our bodies.

First time I’d be pinned on the bed, in a private jet while he made in come during takeoff.

Mythighs clenched at the memory

He’d burned me into this sex–crazed maniac who could get wet just from the sight of the veins on his hands. Those hands. Those impossibly elegant hands that had been inside me, spanking me, claiming me–ruining me.

And what he’d said last night. Love. He loved me. Would be able to say it back? After not even a full month of me promising myself not to fall in love

i sighed softly, my eyes fluttering open as the sunlight filtered in through the sheer curtains. Thin streaks of gold danced across the white sheets, casting long patterns over the edge of the bed

The scent of pancakes drifted toward me–sweet and warm, with a hint of vanilla and something spiced. Cinnamon?

My stomach rumbled on cue.

droom door was cracked open, and I could hear soft movement from the kitchen–the clink of a spatula against the pan, the soft hiss of something fipping and Nikolai’s low voice humming was that Frank Sinatra?

I turned to check the time and blinked. It was only eight am Still early.

Thank God it was the worked. No class. No responsibilities.

, beautiful, quiet morning-

Except for the so orgasm I’d had last night. That part wasn’t quit at all.

I groaned, covering my face with both hands as heat crept up my neck.

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Six focking times

Thad never, ever come that many times in de night. Not even close. By the fourth, I’d been shaking. By the fifth, crying. The sixth? I could barely speak. And that last organ? Held teased me for so long, edging me over and over again, pulling away just before I toppled off the cliff–until I begged.

begged

“Morse!

Please, let me come–don’t stop, I need to please

Shameless. Absolutely fucking shameless.

sighed again and rolled over to reach for my phone, only to freeze when I saw the screen light up with missed calls.

Guilt twisted in my chest. I’d completely forgotten to call her last night. She must’ve been worried sick

quickly tapped her contact and held the phone to my ear, silently praying she wouldn’t chew me out

She picked upon the second ring

“Eleaf is everything alright?”

eah, yeah, everything’s fine,” I rushed to say, already wincing “I’m so sorry, Mama. I should’ve called ”

goo worried,” she interrupted, her voice immediately softening. “But Nikolai texted me, said you were spending the night at the penthouse, I figured…

well

There was a pause.

“You sound like you had a rough night”

groaned “Mom”

She chuckled, clearly amused, “What? I didn’t say anything. But, well, if you two keep having more rough nights‘ like that, I expect to hear about grandchildren soon

I nearly dropped the phone

“Mama!”

y ways to

to shut her down. But my mind zeroed in

More laughter from her end.

I pressed my forehead to the pillow, mortified beyond belief. There was so much I could’ve said. So many

on one thing—the thing i hadn’t told her

That i’d already goten birth control treatment.

is an adult.

Because it was noneal her business.

And because the conversation would be too awkward to survive

She thankfully moved on. “I’ve got the day off today, and I’m making lunch. Why don’t you ar

My ps curved into a smile despite myself

and Nikolai come over?”

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“Sure. But don’t po overboard, alright? if you get tired-

Med. “Let me enjoy cooking for my daughter and her ridiculously handsome husband.”

“Ok” Highed. “We’ll be there Warmth pooled in my belly at her addressing Nikolai that way it showed that she was finally opening up to him.

the ending the call, I finally peeled myself out of bed, stretching slowly as soreness bloomed across every inch of me. My thighs ached. My shoulders

ched Every damn abs ached.

That’s when I chucht my reflection in the mirror.

Oh. My. Fucking God

There were bruises across my neck, collarbone, shoulders–actual bruises. Not hickeys. Not faint little love marks.

turned sideways and pulled up the hem of Nikolai’s T–shirt–the one he’d tugged onto me last night after helping me into a warm bath I barely remembered. My breith–caught.

There were more bruises on my stomach and upper thighs. Some were reddish–purple, others darker, more yellow around the edges. A few angry handprints stood out stark against my skin.

Tlooked like a goddamn crime scene.

ran a hand down my side, fouling a twinge of pain in the motion, but also something else a memory. A flash of what we’d done. Of his eyes above me. the way they burned. Of the the around my wrists. The vibrators. His voice in my car.

Had I slipped into subspace?

I’d read about it. How sometimes, when things became too overwhelming, the mind retreated to protect itself, retreating into something fuzzy, floaty. I didn’t remember the details clearly, only the feelings. The pleasure. The surrender

I moved slowly to the closet and grabbed a pair of soft cotton trousers, winding again as I stepped into them. No way was I letting my mom see the constellation of bruises all over me. She’d kill Nikolai on the spot.

ited my hair into a messy bun and padded downstairs barefoot, the wood floor cool under my sales. The scent of pancakes hit me instantly, stronger now, warm and sweet. And there he was.

Nikolai Vetrov.

-In the kitchen

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