"Please. Please. Please."
She sobbed the word over and over even though she had no idea what she was begging Konstantin to do. Did she want him to stop? Did she want him to go on and on?
Oh God, she had no idea.
Just no idea what was happening.
All she knew was that it felt good.
So, so good, oh God—-
"Nooooo!"
Eve's cry was of despair when she felt his tongue withdraw completely.
It couldn't be over.
It couldn't—-
"Doctor!" She hadn't planned to call him this. It just happened, the moment she felt his mouth close over her clit, and when he started sucking, she just couldn't help it—-
"Oh God, Doctor!"
Konstantin had never found roleplaying in the bedroom a turn on, but when he heard Eve call him by his title, he surprised himself by finding it kinky as hell...
"Please, D-Doctor—-"
And all of a sudden, he, too, was just out of control as she was.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He straightened up with a curse, and as he rapidly started unbuttoning his jeans with appalling lack of grace, his dark gaze collided with hers, a part of him just seemingly waiting - even expecting - for her to call a halt to this insanity.
But instead he heard her whimper, "Doctor, please, please hurry."
FUUUUUUUCK.
His cock, already long and hard, finally sprang free, and he felt her body shudder at the sight of it. There was nothing he wanted more than to thrust his cock inside of Eve and claim her innocence, but somehow, Konstantin managed to control himself just enough to ask, "Are you sure—-"
"Please."
She hadn't even let him finish the damn question.
"Please, Doctor—-"
And that was when all hell broke loose, the last vestiges of his control shattering, and he found himself gripping her legs...just as he drove his big, hungry cock inside her wet virginal pussy.
She cried out in pain, her body arching up as his cock tore past her hymen.
Their gazes locked with each other, and he forced himself to keep still as he waited for her to speak.
Seconds passed, and the need to move made beads of cold sweat line his forehead.
His cock was twitching hard, violently demanding to plunder what it deemed its property—
But still Konstantin managed to resist, waiting, just fucking waiting...
And finally, he saw her lips slowly start to move.
"Doctor..."
It was just one word. One fucking word. But the way she said it was enough, and with a rough growl, Konstantin pulled his cock out—-
"Doctor—-"
—-just before slamming back in.
He did it over and over, his hips pumping furiously against the bed, and Eve's soft cries spurring him to move faster and deeper and harder.
He couldn't get enough of her pussy. Just couldn't. It was so fucking wet. So fucking tight. And ah...the way her muscles clenched around him...
Fuck!
Konstantin strove to make it last, but the moment he felt Eve's body suddenly stiffen—-
Fuuuuuuck!
She released a lovely little sob as she started to cum, and Konstantin found himself right behind her, his balls tightening as his own lips moved. "Eve..." Her name came out in a hoarse rasp, and the sound of it pushed him to the brink, and he found himself cumming inside of her, his seed filling her pussy...
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
His eyes squeezed shut as a shudder of pleasure rocked his body.
This was the hottest fucking orgasm he had ever experienced...but the fact that it had to happen with Eve made Konstantin feel absolutely cold inside.
EVE'S EYES DRIFTED open when she felt Konstantin slowly pull out of her. She waited for him to say something, waited for his gaze to meet hers. But neither happened, and a strange, prickling sensation twisted her heart as she watched Konstantin zip himself up.
"D-Doctor?"
"Let me just clean myself up, and then I'll take care of you." Konstantin's voice was horribly polite, and the way he continued to avoid her gaze made Eve's eyes prick with tears.
He thinks it's a mistake.
He thinks...
I'm a mistake.
A DULL SENSE OF PAIN gripped Konstantin's chest when he returned to his clinic and found it empty.
Eve was gone, and he should've fucking expected it, with the way he had acted. After taking her virginity, he had completely shut her out like she was nothing more than a paid tramp. What else was she supposed to do but leave? What else was she to feel but anger and hatred?
After this, she would never want to see him again. After this, he would never feel her soft gray eyes following him wherever he went...
After this, he would cease to exist for her.
And that was just how it should be, Konstantin told himself forcefully.
His whole life, he had always been in control, and he had never made any careless mistakes. Never.
But Eve...
Before this, she had meant nothing to him, dammit.
Nothing.
So why the hell had he suddenly found himself breaking all of his rules and actually cumming inside of her like he wanted her belly round with his child?
He had his whole fucking life planned, dammit, and it did not include him sharing his life with a girl who had stars in her eyes and wore her heart on her sleeves.
She was nothing to him before, and one fucking night wouldn't change that.
It shouldn't.
It musn't.
Eve was nothing to him, and she would remain nothing to him.
EVE WOKE UP THE NEXT day knowing exactly what she wanted to do. Quit her job, forget about him, and move on. It was her only choice, if she wanted the emptiness in her chest to disappear, and she could start feeling right again.
But when she stepped out of her apartment, pale and listless, the first thing she saw—-
No!
Eve immediately tried getting back into her apartment, but he was too fast for her. His fingers curled around her arms in an instant, and Eve's chest nearly exploded with pain as Konstantin spun her around and she found herself staring straight into his eyes.
"I'm sorry," Konstantin said hoarsely.
His dark gaze was no longer enigmatic and shuttered. It was now raw with pain, but she told herself she was just imagining it.
"Forgiven," she said tonelessly. "Now, can you please go?"
The emptiness in her voice made Konstantin desperate, and the way she was staring at him - it was as if she was looking at him without letting herself really see him...
Desperation clawed at his soul, and Konstantin's fingers tightened around her arms, a part of him terrified that once he let her slip, he would never get her back.
"I'm sorry," he said doggedly.
"And I already said it's okay—-"
"I'm sorry I panicked."
He saw the way her lip started to tremble, and Konstantin's chest tightened.
"I wasn't ready—-"
"What about me?" she asked brokenly. "Did you think I was ready—-" He didn't answer, but the look in his eyes...it was telling her he actually did think that, and a painful laugh escaped her. "I used to think I was crazy—-"
"And I used to think you were a coward little mouse."