It's just sex

"That's fucking hot," I exhaled heavily. Rhea angled her head to see what I was talking about and when she realized what I was doing she covered her face with her hands. It was such an innocent and shy reaction and I couldn't stop myself from chuckling. But I heard her whimper and sigh, so I let go of her legs and let them drop back down into the bed.

She kept her face covered, and I could see the intense red color on her cheeks between her fingers. I allowed my half smile to remain on my face as I rose from the bed and pulled my grey sweats back up.

"It's very late, and I'm sure you have an early morning. I'll leave a spare key for you in the island in the kitchen so you can come and go as you need." I told her.

She pulled her hands away from her face, but kept her head turned away from me. As I slowly backed up to the doorway, l watched how she remained unmoving on the messed up bed. She seemed to shrink in on herself and I felt the need to look away from her.

"Okay, thanks." I almost had to strain to hear her soft voice. "Good night" She didn't need to say anything else. I could hear in her tone and feel in the new surrounding tension that this was her way of getting me to leave.

"Good night, then." I turned my back on her, then shut the bedroom door. As I walked down the stairs to my room, I wondered how that interaction had changed so quickly.

She seemed genuinely interested in me and I knew she enjoyed sex, but the way she went cold towards me at the end there made me feel confused. And I didn't like feeling confused, certainly not around a woman.

Of course I didn't think we were going to cuddle and get all cozy with one another after sex. That's not why I had her staying here. That was just for the convenience of it all. But I didn't want her to shut down after we fucked either. I wanted to make sure she felt alright. That she felt safe after what we had done.

Leaving her naked and used on the bed, even though she didn't want me there, made me feel better. "Fuck me," I sighed. Running my hand over my face I skipped my bedroom door and went down to the office for a smoke instead.

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|RHEA'S POV|

As soon as I heard Aleksander's steps fade down the stairs, I locked the bedroom door and rushed into the bathroom adjoining the room I was in. I could feel Aleksander's release spilling out and coating my thighs. By the time I found a towel and figured out how to work the shower my thighs felt sticky, and i took a shaky breath while trying to steady myself.

No matter how much I scrubbed my skin, I could still feel his touch. No matter how many times I lathered myself with soap, I could still Smell him on my body. It didn't matter what I did. I couldn't get Aleksander out of my head. It was only the first night here in his home, but it was already hurting me.

I Know it was just sex for him, but when he was inside of me, touching me or kissing me.....it felt devastatingly real. Too real. It made my heart flutter and ache all at the same time. It was dizzying.

No man had ever brought me such intense pleasure as Aleksander did.

He did it well, and with such a profound ease. Like a sex God. It was dangerous.

When he fucked me raw and watched his cum leak out of me, it had dropped me harshly back into the real world. I left the fantastical sex haze he sent my mind and body to and was slapped with a strange coldness in the core of my being.

I didn't want to feel Aleksander lingering around me. I didn't need him in my mind when we weren't together. This was only an arrangement. He wanted my body, and I needed his money. The knowledge made me feel filthy, and even worse, I enjoyed when he used my body.

God, did I enjoy it.

Aleksander Makalov was a powerful man in this city. And there was something dark in his eyes when he looked at me. Not just the hungry, lingering gazes. There was an undeniable darkness always shadowing his features. Even when he smiled.

I was soft. I could admit that, to myself. I knew who I was, and Rhea Martinez had a soft heart.

Aleksander's voice rang through my head on repeat, and I dropped to the bottom of the shower, wrapping my arms around my legs and doing my best to hug myself.

"Good girl. Good girl. Good girl."

"No! I slammed my palms into my temples. "Get out of my head. This is just another contract. It's just sex. Nothing more."

When my tears stopped and the water went cold, I finally pulled myself from the shower. The charcoal grey towels were so soft and fluffy I cuddled into the material, hoping it would help push away the traces of Aleksander's touch on my body.

I didn't want to remember how it felt for him to touch me, because I knew I would only want him to do it over and over.

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In the morning when I woke up at 7 AM the house was empty save for me. Aleksander's office and bedroom door were both wide open, dark and empty. There was no sound, and it made me feel better to know that he wasn't here.

Despite the horrible emotions weighing me down and the little sleep, I felt better in the morning than I had when I fell asleep. I must have been too exhausted last night to let those tumultuous emotions get the best of me.