Angela touched me on the forearm and said, “I have drinks in the kitchen. I wasn’t sure if you drank wine or anything like that, so you can take your pick.”
I smiled. “I can use a glass.”
“Works for me. Ever since we got the news, the bottles have been collecting dust in the cellar,” she said.
Viktor’s eyebrows perked up. “The news?”
Angela’s eyes brightened. “Dustin hasn’t told you yet?”
“No, he hasn’t.” Viktor nudged Dustin, who’s face reddened a bit. “What are you keeping from me, dude?”
“Angela’s pregnant again.”
“We’re pregnant,” Angela corrected.
Viktor smiled. “That’s good news. Congratulations.”
“Thanks, we’re so excited,” Angela said. “Now, about those beverages…”
Just before Angela whisked me off to the kitchen, Viktor threw a private grin in my direction. I smiled back. Just like that, it didn’t take long for me to feel welcome here.
As Angela was pouring our drinks, she asked me about my life back in Minneapolis. It was so easy to talk to her. In the process, I found out that Angela was just a year younger than me. We had a whole lot in common, including the fact that we both lost our parents at a young age and never went to a traditional college. She told me how she was a home-body until she applied for a cleaning job at a bar and met Dustin one night around closing time. Like me, she’d had the same insecurities about whether she was worthy of being with someone so wealthy. In the end, they’d gotten married despite his parents advising against the union.
Dinner was very informal. We took our tacos down in the basement and watched a movie on the big screen. Dustin and Angela were the perfect couple. Once the boys were done eating and had left the room, the displays of affection between the married couple were rampant. I felt a bit envious, but in the end, I realized that I wanted a life just like they had. The time I spent running after my sister, afraid that she’d leave me behind or run into some awful fate one drunken night could’ve been spent getting out more and learning to live. When I returned home, I’d do that…and maybe my prince charming would find me too.
I silently hoped that Viktor was paying attention. I had a hunch that something was keeping him from seeking the same happiness. Whatever it was, I prayed that he’d get over it too.
After dinner at the Bennetts, Viktor, Roy, and I piled into his truck. By the time, we arrived home, Roy was passed out in the backseat. Viktor had to carry him into the house. We said our goodnights before they both went upstairs. I retreated to the guest suite.
I had left my cell phone on the night stand before leaving for dinner. To my surprise, there was a message waiting for me. The only number displayed on the caller ID was listed as unknown.
When I played the message, all I heard was static in the background.
I played the message over and over again a dozen times, hoping to hear a voice or something, but nothing changed.
“Crap,” I exclaimed.
The one time that I inadvertently left my cell phone behind, I get a phone call that could have been my sister trying to reach me.
I quickly dialed the last number I was able to reach her on, but that particular number went straight to the voicemail. “Hey, it’s me, Jocelyn. I couldn’t answer your call, but you know the deal…beeeeep.”
“Jocelyn, it’s me, Kris. Did you try to call me? I’ve been trying to reach you for over a week. I’m worried sick. I’m here…in Arrow Lake. I’ve been looking for you. Please call me back and let me know you’re okay. Leave a phone number or something.”
I disconnected the call, plopped down on the bed, and rubbed at my temples. Done with feeling helpless, I got up and changed out of my jeans and shirt and put on a bathrobe.
A small knock sounded at my door. I wasn’t expecting it, so my heart jumped a bit.
I rose from the bed and pulled the door open.
Viktor was standing on the other side of it, still in the same clothes he had on at the dinner party.
“Yes?”
“Um…I came down to see if you needed anything,” he replied.
“That’s not really why you’re here, is it?” I asked.
He didn’t say anything, but one look into his eyes and I knew what he needed.
I took his hand and pulled him inside the room. He used his other hand to close the door and locked us inside.
“Kristene…”
I didn’t let him finish. I loosened the belt that held my robe together to reveal what was hidden behind it. No clothes. No bra. No panties. Just skin. Just me.
Viktor’s lips parted as desire swirled in his eyes. My nipples tightened in arousal. My gaze rose to his, holding it. I pushed the robe off my shoulders and shrugged right out of it. The moment the garment pooled around my ankles, he closed the gap between us. His lips crushed to mine with wild intensity.
My body heat up instantly, like a wildfire ranging inside of me. There wasn’t any hesitation on his part or one mine. It was just me, him, and the blaze that had raged between us since the moment I entered his life.
Chapter Nineteen
Viktor
“I want you, Kristene. I’ve wanted you like this from the moment I saw you,” I rasped against her lips between kisses.
“Me, too. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
I caught her gaze and asked, “Do you understand what I’ll do to you? I can’t hold back.”
She reached up and wound her arms around my neck, pulling me down for another kiss. “I don’t want you to hold back. I want you to take what you need.”
I groaned, lowering my face to settle between her neck and shoulder. Unable to help myself, I nipped at her skin. “Are you prepared to take all of me?”
I felt her lips against my ear just before she whispered, “Every single inch. Just like you did with your tongue. But I want your cock this time. I want you to fuck me.”
I snatched her up off her feet and she squealed.
“Are you always this naughty?” I asked her.
She grinned. “When I’m alone, maybe. Now that I’m here with you, I’ve been really needy lately.”
I walked her over to the bed and placed her down on it. I couldn’t take my eyes from the sight of her perfect little body. She was beautiful. My naughty little virgin. Sent here to seduce me.
“Spread your legs for me,” I demanded.
She blushed red before opening her thighs to reveal her pink center. I leaned over on the bed, inhaling the scent of her arousal. I placed a gentle kiss on both of her knees and then down one thigh.
“I’ll try not to hurt you, Kristene, but it’s been so long.”
“It’s okay, Viktor. I want both of us to feel good.”
I leaned forward and licked her wet slit with my tongue, pressing my palm to her belly to hold her still. I lapped her delicious honey until her clit was red and swollen. Taking the tiny bud into my mouth, I sucked until she was writhing. I took her hips in my big hands and spread her wider with the girth of my shoulders. She slid forward, seating her plump ass right into my hands, offering her pussy to me like a meal. I drove my tongue deep and she cried out.
“That’s it. Fuck my tongue,” I coaxed, sliding my tongue against her hymen, testing its readiness.
Her moans of pleasure and unsure movements reminded me that she’d never done this. Had never had another man eat her. I would be the first to fuck her pure, virgin cunt.
I rose from the bed. “Play with your pussy,” I instructed.
I couldn’t get out of my clothes fast enough. Just the sight of her dipping her fingers into her fresh cunt had me reeling in ecstasy. I bit back against my lip as I unzipped my jeans and my cock sprang free. It was relief to be free of the constraints and soon, I’d be buried deep inside Kristene.
“Oh, God,” she stammered, backing up on the bed.
Seeing her inching away at the first sight of my cock should have troubled me, but deep
down inside, it pleased me to know that I would be her first. I wanted to be gentle with her. I wanted to make her feel good.
I grabbed her by the left ankle and slid her bottom right back down to the edge of the bed. I took her hand and wrapped her fingers around my cock. She responded by stroking me and squeezing tight.
I lifted my gaze to the ceiling and groaned. Her soft palm felt so good around my cock, stroking it. My erection grew harder. Even my cock head was thicker than I’d ever seen it before.
“It’s so…big,” she whispered, her mouth only inches away from the tip.
She licked her lips and pre-cum began to leak over my cockhead. If she kept doing it this way, I wasn’t going to last. Then, she did something that almost took me straight over the edge. She kissed my cock. And then she kissed it again. Her tongue slipped out from between her lips and she licked up some of the cum that was slowly leaking from me.
“Ahhh,” I growled, and fisted her long, black hair in my fist. “Open.”
She obeyed, opening her mouth wide and sticking her tongue out. The moment my cock hit her tongue, she sucked, sliding all the way down, stopping halfway and then sliding her lips back up.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, making my legs quiver. Her fingers were down between her legs playing with her pussy.
For a while, I let her suck my cock and lick the tip. Soon, I was wet with her saliva.
“That’s not so bad, is it?” I asked.
She shook her head, unable to speak with a mouthful.
I slid my cock from her mouth and came over her, coaxing her back gently on the bed. Since I knew she was on the pill, I didn’t worry about a condom. I had to feel all of this sweet virgin pussy riding the length of my cock. I rubbed my cockhead up and down her juicy slit, encouraging her to spread her thighs wide for me.
Grabbing the back of her knee with one hand, I slowly raised her ass off the bed and leveled her opening with the head of my cock. I eased my cock into her two inches. She bit her bottom lip as my cock penetrated her pussy.
“Viktor!” she gasped, grabbing at the sheets.
“Relax, Kristene. Open for me. Yes, that’s it.” I rubbed her clit with my thumb as I sank deeper into her.
Her face was etched in pleasure pain, but her pussy began to clench and quiver, working with gravity to clamp tighter around me. She was super wet. It took everything in my power not to drive into her all at once like I wanted to.
Her eyes watered. Tears threatened to spill, but just as I was beginning to regret hurting her, she grabbed my forearms. “Don’t stop. It hurts, but it feels too good, so please don’t stop.”
Her words didn’t make any sense, but her pussy clamped so tightly around me that I felt locked into her. I grabbed the back of her other knee and fucked the rest of my raging hard cock into her. She screamed when I broke past her barrier.
I lowered myself over her and kissed a tear from her cheek before it rolled down, and then I kissed her.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered against her face.
“Don’t be, because I’m not.” She wrapped her legs around my back and kissed me back.
I worked my cock up, almost pulling out of her completely, and then sunk back in. She sighed in that moment and it felt like all the tension left her body. I could feel the difference as I held her in my arms. I began stroking in and out of her, allowing her pussy to mold to my girth and adjust to my size.
Before long, I didn’t have to coax her into anything. She worked her little pussy up and down my shaft like a pro. She knew what the end game was, and she was determined to make herself come on my cock.
“Fuck,” I groaned into the column of her neck. “You were begging for this. Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes.”
“I want to feel you coming on my cock. Can you do that for me, Kristene?”
“Yes, please, fuck harder,” she pleaded.
I slid my palm under her and cupped her ass and then jackhammered into her pussy lightning fast. I gave it to her hard and consistent until she climaxed, squeezing my cock with her cunt in the process.
“Oh, that was amazing,” she panted.
“Do you think that was it? I’m just getting started. I’m going to make this sweet pussy come all night long.”
I drove into her again relentless, positioning her legs at almost every angle and testing her limits. I leaned forward, making sure I stimulated her clit at just the right pace. I wasn’t sure how many times she creamed on my cock, but her body was pliant and shaking beneath me. The look of euphoria never left her face.
“I’m coming again…Oh…Viktor!” she screamed.
When I felt her hot sheath hugging me like a glove, I couldn’t hold back. I exploded inside of her. Hot streams of my cum pumped from me into her wound, flooding her. She milked me like she owned me. In a sense, she did own me. I had given myself completely to her.
After damn near emptying my soul into her, I stopped thrusting. She was out of breath and panting and I could barely move.
“You okay?” I asked.
She nodded. “Better. I’m better.”
My cock was still buried in her pussy when I pulled her into my side possessively. My heart melted when she leaned in and gave me a sweet, roaming kiss.
We were quiet, peering into each other’s eyes for a long while after her first time. Our first time.
Her eyes fluttered closed after a while and her breathing returned to normal. I realized that she’d fallen asleep, but I remained locked in her embrace. I found that I couldn’t take my eyes off her, but eventually I couldn’t hold my eyes open long enough to admire her beauty and fatigue took me into a deep sleep right beside her.
Chapter Twenty
Kristene
I woke up sometime later the night, cuddling against Viktor’s chest. From just outside the windows, I could hear the wind howling fiercely, but in Viktor’s arm I felt safe and warm. His cock had slipped out of me while we were sleeping, but still felt big and heavy resting on my thigh.
I must have moved around too much, because his eyes fluttered open and he brought me closer to his chest.
“You’re so soft,” he murmured against my hair.
“I could stay like this all winter. I wouldn’t even need a blanket,” I said.
“I’m happy to keep you warm.”
“Viktor?”
“Yes, Kristene.”
I put a bit of space between us so that I could look at him. I hated pressing the issue, but I really wanted to know why he was so untrusting.
“Who hurt you?”
“It happened a long time ago,” he replied softly.
“It’s why you’re alone and not married?”
“Partly so.”
“So, then you decided that arranging a marriage with a stranger would be better?”
“Sometimes strangers are more trustworthy than family,” he stated.
That statement gave me some pause and I propped myself up on my elbow. “Why do you say that?”
“I had a girlfriend once. Aurora. She was my friend in high school. We used to meet up and walk to school together. Other things too. She was a rule-breaker, sort of. Would hang out with the delinquent kids and young outlaws. Get into trouble. Smoke pot. Skip school to hide out in the woods and drink moonshine. My dad saw us together once at a summer fair and warned me not to date her. Of course, I didn’t listen. We kind of fell apart for a bit after my dad put me to work in the business. I didn’t really have time to date. I had a new responsibility—one I was actually proud of.”
“The Kamaz businesses,” I added.
He nodded. “Yeah. It was a good thing he trained me and my brother up the way he did and when he did. He fell sick so he needed all the help he could get. I was in and out of school. I almost flunked out, but I think I turned out alright. Aurora and I met again after she graduated. I started dating her then.”
“Oh, so you still loved her?” Even in the dark, I could tell that he was still emotio
nal about something.
Viktor rolled over on his back and looked up at the ceiling. “We dated for months. My dad had passed away and my brother and I were very successful with the businesses he left us. I would say I was happy. Busy, but happy.”
“Then what made you unhappy?”
“I thought she was happy. She said she was. There was this big recession in our town. A storm came through and wiped out our crops. We’re all about buying local here, so most of our money goes back into building up our town. Then, just two months later, it happened again. Another big tornado came through and tore down trees and power lines. Tore off roofs and toppled down barns. We were without electricity for weeks. Our town really suffered. Aurora worked at the big supermarket in the city limits. They were already having financial problems, but when they couldn’t keep food in stock to sell, they fell on hard times. The business closed and Aurora was laid off. I gave her a job working with Vincent and I to help her pay her mortgage. Of course, my brother was fully onboard with the notion of hiring more help.”
“Sounds like you’ve always been the type of man to help someone.”
“Yeah, that’s me. That’s what they say.”
I moved in closer to his warmth and laid my head on his chest. He pulled my arm across his torso.
“What happened to Aurora?” I asked.
“For months, we were doing well. Bringing in big bucks. I would say that our business thrived during the town recession. When the storms came through, Vincent and I had a contract to help with cleanup. We’re in the business of lumber, so we were able to sell the wood at a decent markup. None of our cabins were damaged in the storms, so we had quite a bit of folks whose homes were destroyed renting our units on a long-term basis until they built their homes again. Of course, you need wood to build homes, and we owned a whole goddamn lot of trees. Aurora got hired at another store in town, but she’d still help us out from time to time. She loved coming over in the evenings when she knew we were just about settled down for the day. Vincent and I had our fights from time to time about this and that, mostly things concerning the business, but Aurora was somehow always there to mediate and squash our arguments. Right before Christmas, we decided to take out a loan from the bank to finance some equipment. That’s when things began to unravel. We were declined the loan and that’s when I found out that my brother was swindling money from our shared trust fund to take vacations. He literally wiped that savings account clean. I felt stupid for not dividing up our money earlier, but I believed we had no use for the money at the time and the best thing to do was to let the interest compound while we lived off the business profits. That’s what we agreed on, but he reneged and went behind my back and kept dipping into the money. Not just his money, but my portion too.”
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