Blossoms of Love

Chapter 5

After that night, David and I became painfully careful. Every step, every message, every moment felt like it could shatter everything. We lived with the constant fear that if anyone discovered us… the worst could happen.

To keep us safe, David bought an apartment at the MM Complex.

A small, quiet place on the edge of the city—our hidden world.

Our refuge.

Our secret.

We chose it over hotels; hotels left traces, records, risks.

But that room… that single, tucked-away space… was ours alone.

Back home, Mom never said a word to Dad, but the silence in the house was heavy—dense with old wounds and buried hatred. Now that I knew the past, I understood why it haunted her… why it haunted all of them.

But my love for David?

It didn’t fade.

It didn’t weaken.

It grew—stronger, deeper, unstoppable.

The more the world tried to pull us apart, the more tightly my heart held onto him.

Room 3, third floor.

MM Complex.

Friday night.

Just thinking of it made my stomach flutter.

I left work early under the excuse of “needing rest,” but the truth was excitement—pure, restless excitement. I practically sneaked out of the building, heart pounding, constantly checking behind me is someone's following.

When I arrived, I scanned the quiet hallway before unlocking the door.

The moment I stepped inside, warmth washed over me.

The apartment was fully furnished—simple, soft-toned, and peaceful. Exactly how I always imagined a home would look like if I got to choose. And David remembered every little detail.

I smile and truly moved by his gestures.

I rushed to the bathroom, the sound of my heartbeat echoes. Under the warm shower, I let the water wash away the stress, the fear… preparing myself for him.

Afterward, I slipped into a loose shirt and soft shorts—comfortable, light, something that made me feel comfortable.

I walked into the living room and sat on the couch, hugging a pillow.

My mind drifted to him…

To us.

To the wild nights we shared—the laughter, the heat, the way our hands found each other like we were made to fit.

I smirked at the memory, a soft laugh escaping my lips.

God… we were crazy for each other.

Hungry.

Desperate.

Alive.

In this room, we weren’t Iryna of the Parkingtons and David of the Smiths.

We weren’t bound by legacy or hate.

We were just two people—two souls—clinging to the only love that ever felt real.

And tonight…

I was waiting for him again.

After a while the door clicked open.

I didn't need to turn around to know who it was. His scent hit me first, the sweat, the exact smell of the expensive cologne that I am fully aware off.

"Hi!"

His voice was rough and I froze. My hands gripped the pillow so tight.

David stepped infront of me. His eyes, dark, amused locked on mine.

" Did you wait for long?"

My face burned, my heart beats fast.

He walked closer. Slowly, like he knew exactly hot wet I was waiting on him. When he stopped behind me, his thighs brushed the back of mine, heat rolled off him and I could smell his fragrance.

"What were you doing right now?" looking at my exposed panties that I was just touching when he came in.

"Well...." my voice was shaky.

His hand settled on the back of my neck, thumb stroking the sweat there. " Were you touching yourself, baby?" he smirked.

I tried to stand, he pushed me back down firm but not gentle, keeping me bent over the bed.

"Babe."

"Shhhh." His other hand slid down my waist slow and possessive. When he reached my shorts he didn't ask. He just just hooked his fingers inside and touch my deepest.

Cool air hit my soaked p***y and I whimpered.

"f**k," he muttered, voice darker now. "You're dripping down your legs."

I couldn't speak, couldn't move. His hand cupped me from behind, two thick fingers sliding through my fold without warning, spreading my wetness everywhere.

"Soaked," he growled against my ear, his breath was hot. "Is this all for me, baby?"

I shook my head frantically. "Yeah, always you."

He made low, satisfied sound and pressed those tow fingers inside me in one smooth thrust.

My back arched, a broken cry tore out of my throat as he stretched me open, curling them deep, thumb settling right on my c**t.

"f**k, you're tight," he rasped, pumping slow and filthy. "This pretty p***y's been waiting for me, hasn't it?

"Yes," I sobbed, pushing back, trying to take more. "Please."

He added a third finger, scissoring them, stretching me until it burned so good.

His thumb rubbed tight, ruthless circles on my c**t, exactly how I did it when I imagined him.

"That's it," he moaned, cruel and sweet." Ride my fingers, baby."

I was, god I was.

My hips rolled shamelessly, chasing the pleasure, the stretch, the way he owned every inch of me without even trying. My p***y fluttered around him, sucking him deeper, so close.

He stopped.

Yanked his fingers out and left me clenching those three around nothing, a pathetic whine spilling from my lip.

"No, no , please."

He brought his hands to my mouth shoved those three fingers past my lips without asking.

"Suck, all of it," he ordered.

I did eagerly, licking myself of him, tasting how filthy I was for him, how desperate.

He watched me over, eyes black with lust, c**k straining against his sweats.

"f**k, this felt so good," he murmured, pulling his fingers free with a wet pop.

I spun around, or tried to, he held me in place, bent me over with my ass fully exposed and shaking.

"Hmmmm."

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear, voice dripping with promise and punishment. HIs hand came down hard on my bare ass, once, twice, three stinging smacks that made me gasp and gush even more."Did you miss my c**k, baby?"

He stepped back, adjusted himself like it was nothing.

"Clean up," he said, nodding at the c*m I left.

I looked up at him through tear-blurred eyes.

"You're getting bolder and bolder baby,"

I nod , trembling and ruined.

He smirked and walked out, leaving me alone.