Possess(The Syndicate: Crime and Passion 1)(41)

“I’m leavin—Ahh…” Her sentence trailed off in a deep moan when I pushed my thumb into her ass.

“No,” I said. “You’re mine, Senna.”

I pulled out and then thrust hard, my cock filling her pussy, my thumb filling her ass. In and out I moved, hard, fast, and with the urgent need to show her that neither of us could live without this.

She couldn’t.

I wouldn’t let her.

“No,” I said again, this time the word low, a whisper that felt as if it had been ripped out of my throat.

I anchored my hands on her hips and then thrust harder, her entire body shaking with the force, her pussy creaming until her juices coated the inside of her thighs.

Her walls tightened around my shaft and then began to flutter as she came, and when I looked to her, I saw the tight pleasure on her face, a face that I had studied and learned and loved. As I looked down at the body I craved, treasured, I came, shooting my cum deep inside her.

I stayed inside her, unwilling to break the connection between us. After a few moments, Senna opened her eyes and met mine, and the expression I saw there froze me.

The feeling that came over me was one I hadn’t felt in as long as I could remember. When I looked at her, I saw her resolve and felt my vulnerability. I pulled out of her and rebuckled my pants, watched as she did the same.

This moment was the one I had so desperately wanted to avoid. This moment was the reason I had sworn to never love anyone, to never care. Because when Senna looked at me, I knew she was about to break my heart.

And I knew I was powerless to stop her.

“I’m leaving, Maxim,” she said.

I swallowed my automatic denial, and instead took a different approach.

“Why do you insist on these games?” I asked, making my voice as icy as I could. “You know I wouldn’t tolerate this from anyone else. My patience is not limitless, little flower.”

Where most would have heard the menace in my voice, reacted to it, Senna simply smiled. “You’ve always been very charitable toward me, Maxim. I hope that continues.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” I said, anger threatening to get the best of me.

“You really don’t understand?” she said.

“No, Senna. I don’t.”

She looked heartbroken, something that only made me more angry. “Maybe you will one day.”

“You’re not leaving,” I said flatly, sick of this conversation.

She shook her head. “I am,” she said sadly.

“You think I would let you leave me? Let you take my…baby,” I said.

She looked even sadder but wise. “You can barely say the word, Maxim. And I don’t know if you’ll let me, but I hope you will. You can tell yourself it was your idea. Say it long enough, and you’ll believe it. I know that.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” I yelled, having lost my battle with my rage.

“I tried the same thing. I told myself you could love me, told myself we could build a life, a family. Told myself that this world, your world, was one I could live in. Told myself that for so long I believed it. But I was a fool. I didn’t listen when you told me it wasn’t possible. I’m listening now, Maxim,” she said. “There’s no room for me, for us, here. So I’m leaving.”

“I’m just supposed to let you go? Pretend?” I said, my rage, the hurt, blinding me.

“We’ve been pretending for ten years, Maxim. This won’t be any different,” she said.

No different? She thought it would be no different, that I could go from having her in my life, my bed, to nothing, and I could move on like nothing happened? That I could live without her and our baby?

I glimpsed her, saw her rigid stance, the way she held her shoulders bunched tight, her face a serene but steely mask of resolve.

She did believe that. Believed it one hundred percent.

“How will you survive without me? Gonna find someone else and hope they are as charitable? You going to let him fuck you for your room and board like you did me?” I asked, my voice taking on a nasty edge that was more a reflection of the anger at my increasing panic at the thought of her going.

Senna didn’t flinch, but I could see her disappointment in me, though it wasn’t a fraction of the disappointment I felt with myself. She pursed her lips and then began to speak.

“I won’t survive without you, Maxim, not at first. But I’ll figure it out,” she said.

“And how will you eat while you ‘figure it out’?” I asked.

“I have the things you’ve given me. If you let me keep them, I’ll sell them. That should give me a start and enough to take care of myself for a while after the baby comes. Then I’ll figure something out,” she said.