They say every man has a weakness. Mine has always been beautiful women....specifically, beautiful women I had no business touching.
My name is Cory, and at twenty-one years old, I should've known better.
But knowing better and doing better are two very different things.
I have been in the military for three years now, am still a Private unfortunately, but that never bothered me much.
The pay was decent, the also work kept me fit, and the uniform?
Well, let's just say it did wonders for my already active social life.
At 6'1" with an athletic, muscular build that I worked damn hard to maintain, I'd never had trouble attracting attention.
My mom would probably be proud of the first part....the dedication, the discipline.
The second part? Not so much. She was a military nurse herself, worked long hours, and barely home.
Had been that way since I was a kid.
Since Dad left when I was seven, she threw herself into her career, which meant I grew up with a lot of freedom. Maybe too much.
I lost my virginity at thirteen to Sarah, an older girl from school who followed me home one day with the excuse of "doing homework."
That afternoon changed everything. She taught me things no thirteen-year-old should know, and I'd been chasing that high ever since.
Have been with Different girls, different nights, even on different beds.
I was careful, mostly.
I Used protection, didn't catch feelings, kept things casual as a one night stand with my partners.
Until I got transferred to Fort Henderson a month ago....
Until I met Warrant Officer Tatiana Volkov.
I remember the exact moment I saw her.
I was on Formation parade on my first day, standing in the morning sun, then she walked past in her uniform....
Very well tailored clothing....which glued perfectly to every curve of her 5'7" frame.
Her black hair caught the light with this incredible shiny luster, pulled back in a neat bun that somehow made her look both professional and devastatingly sexy.
When she turned to address our unit, I got my first look at her face, her full lips painted a subtle shade of red, and dark pupils that seemed to see right through you.
But it was her body that made my mouth go dry.
Even in the standard uniform, I could see everything.
The way her shirt stretched across her chest, ever her buttons were straining slightly.
The curve of her waist pulls in before flaring out to her hips that were absolutely sinful.
Her ass was perfectly round, the kind that made you want to grab it with both hands. Thick thighs that I immediately imagined wrapped around my waist. She was all woman...mature, confident, built like every fantasy I'd ever had.
"Private Cory, reporting for duty, ma'am," I said when she stopped in front of me during inspection.
Her eyes traveled down my body slowly, deliberately, before meeting mine again. A small smile played at the corner of her lips. "Well, well. They're making them handsome these days, aren't they?"
That was all it took. That one look, that one comment, and I was hooked.
Over the next month, we circled each other like prey and predator....though I was never quite sure who was hunting whom.
Stolen glances during drills. Her hand lingering on my arm when she corrected my stance.
And of course me finding excuses to stay late when she was working.
Then it started....
The flirting became constant...
"You're trouble, Private," she'd whispered to me one evening when we were alone in the equipment room.
"Only if we get caught, ma'am," I replied with my cockiest grin.
She'd laughed, but there was heat in her eyes.
I knew she was married. Everyone knew. Her husband was Colonel Viktor Volkov....a forty-eight years old, cold as ice, and connected in ways that made even senior officers nervous.
I met him once but in that brief introduction...the man looked at me like I was an insect beneath his notice.
His handshake was firm, his eyes were deadpan, his entire presence radiating a kind of distant authority that made it clear he gave zero fucks about anyone beneath his rank.
"Your husband seems... intense," I mentioned to Tatiana during one of our conversations.
Her smile had vanished immediately, something dark flickering across her face. "Let's not talk about him."
I should've pressed.
Should've asked why a woman like her was married to a man like that.
But I was too focused on the way her tongue darted out to wet her lips, the way she leaned in close enough that I could smell her perfume.
The thing about forbidden fruit is that it always tastes sweetest.
Three days ago, she'd slipped me a piece of paper during a routine briefing.
With Just an address....her address....and a simple message, very simple really: "He's been transferred. Two weeks. I'll be lonely".
My heart had hammered in my chest. This was it. The invitation I'd been waiting for.
And tonight, like the absolute fucking idiot I was, I went.
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I arrived at her house at 2100 hours—9 PM for civilians.
It was a nice place, officers housing was on the edge of the base, two stories with a well-maintained lawn.
My hands were actually shaking slightly as I knocked. Both my fear and excitement were mixed together in a way that made my pulse race.
The door opened.
Tatiana stood there in a black silk robe that ended mid-thigh, her hair down for the first time since I met her.
Those glossy black waves cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face. She wasn't wearing her usual red lipstick....her lips were bare, natural, somehow even more inviting.
"Cory," she said, my name sounding like sin on her tongue. "Come in."
I stepped inside, my throat suddenly became dry.
The house smelled like vanilla and something else, something inherently 'her'.
She closed the door behind me, and the click of the lock sounded impossibly loud.
"Drink?" she offered, moving toward the kitchen with a sway in her hips that was absolutely deliberate.
"Sure," I managed.
She poured us both glasses of whiskey, neat...I couldn't help but marvel at the expensive drink.
We sat on her couch, we sat close to each other but not touching, the tension between us thick enough to cut with a knife.
We made small talk for maybe ten minutes....about the base, about training, about nothing that mattered.
Then...
Her leg pressed against mine.
While her fingers traced the rim of her glass in a way that made me think of other things those fingers could be doing.
"I've wanted this for a month," she finally said, setting her glass down and turning to face me fully. Her robe had shifted, showing more of her thighs, the curve of her breasts. "Wanted 'you'."
"Tatiana—"
"I know it's wrong," she continued, her voice dropping lower. "I know all the reasons we shouldn't. But I don't care anymore. My husband doesn't look at me the way you do. Doesn't want me the way you clearly do."
She was right. I wanted her so badly it physically hurt.
"Tell me you want this too," she whispered, leaning closer. "Tell me you want me."
"I want you inside me, Cory," she breathed against my ear. "Right now."
That was it. The point of no return...it was like something was ignited in me.
I kissed her, hard and hungry, months of tension exploding between us.
She moaned into my mouth, her hands immediately going to my shirt, fingers fumbling with buttons.
I grabbed her waist, pulling her onto my lap, feeling the heat of her through the thin silk. She ground against my crotch, and I groaned at the friction.
Her robe fell open, and Jesus Christ—she was wearing black lace underneath, a bra that barely contained her full breasts, matching panties that left little to imagination.
My hands explored every inch of her I could reach...the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, the soft skin of her thighs.
"Bedroom," she gasped between kisses. "Now."
We stumbled upstairs, our mouths never separated, even our hands were busy grabbing and pulling at clothes as we made our way to the bedroom.
She pushed me onto the bed, straddling me, her hair falling around us like a curtain.
I also didnt want to stop, so I yanked my shirt off while she worked on my belt, her fingers were shaking slightly with urgency.
I unhooked her bra, and her breasts spilled free, which had some perfect, heavy, with pink nipples that I immediately took into my mouth.
She arched her back, crying out, her fingers tangling in my hair.
"God, yes," she moaned. "Don't stop."
I flipped us over, positioning myself between her thighs, grinding against her through our remaining underwear.
She was so hot, so wet already, I could feel it. My hands slid down her sides, hooking into the waistband of her panties.
We were lost in each other, in the heat and the pleasure....but that's when I heard it.
The sound of a door slamming open downstairs.
And the heavy footsteps that followed it.
Tatiana's eyes went wide with panic. "No," she whispered. "No, he can't be—"
"TATIANA!"
The voice boomed through the house, filled with rage I'd never heard before. Colonel Volkov's voice.
"Fuck," I breathed, scrambling off her, reaching for my pants.
The footsteps thundered up the stairs.
The bedroom door exploded inward, kicked off its hinges.
Colonel Volkov stood there, his face purple with fury, veins bulging in his neck.
Behind him, were four soldiers...
His eyes locked onto me, half-naked, with his wife sprawled on the bed behind me.
"You," he snarled, voice dropping to something deadly. "You fucking dog. With MY wife?"
"Sir, I—"
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" Spittle flew from his lips. "You thought you could fuck my wife? In my house? In my BED?"
The soldiers moved in on his signal, grabbing my arms before I could react.
I tried to struggle, but there were too many of them, and they were trained men.
They slammed me to the floor, face first into the hardwood.
"Viktor, please—" Tatiana started, but he backhanded her across the face, sending her sprawling.
"Shut up, you whore. I'll deal with you later."
He crouched down next to me, his knee pressing into my back. "You know what happens to little boys who touch things that don't belong to them?"
Before I could answer, the first kick landed in my ribs. The air exploded from my lungs.
Then another. And another.
They beat me up so badly from my Ribs, to my stomach, all the way to my kidneys, my face wasn't spared either.
I tasted blood, felt my bones crack, heard Tatiana screaming in the background.
Every blow sent lightning bolts of agony through my body.
"Stop!" she shrieked. "You're killing him!"
"That's the idea," Volkov said calmly, then nodded to his men. "Break his legs."
The pain in my legs was beyond description.
I heard myself screaming, though it sounded distant, like someone else. My vision was blurring, going dark at the edges.
All I could think about was my mom. Her face when she sees the report.
How they'd tell her that her son died being beaten to death for sleeping with a superior officer's wife.
All her hard work, all her sacrifice, and this is how I repaid her.
Shame burned hotter than the pain.
I'm sorry, Mom. I'm so sorry.
I took another blow to my head. And everything tilted sideways.
The last thing I heard was Volkov's voice: "Throw his body somewhere. Make it look like an accident."
Then there was nothing.
Just darkness.
Endless, suffocating darkness.
I floated there, in the void between life and whatever came next, my last conscious thought a simple one:
'I really "fucked" up this time.'
But then... something changed. A pull. A sensation like being yanked backward through water.
Light exploded behind my eyelids.
And I heard voices...different voices, speaking a language I shouldn't understand but somehow did.
"He's waking up."
"Impossible. The human should be dead."
"Well, he's not. Look."
I tried to open my eyes, but my body wouldn't respond. Where was I? What was happening?
The last thing I remembered was dying in Tatiana's bedroom.
So why could I still hear? Still feel?
Where... where am I?