by L. L. Ash
The flavor reminded me of Serge. He’d gotten smashed on the stuff not long before, and I’d watched him wake up with a massive hangover the next day.
“This place is beautiful,” Mila said lazily as she looked around at the crystal-dipped chandeliers and blood-red roses.
“Nothing but the best for you, my kisa.”
She gave me a look that told me she didn’t quite appreciate the finer things in life, which made me chuckle, while at the same time it sent that strange quivering tremor through my stomach again.
“It is very nice. Thank you.”
Proper and well raised, she knew the right things to say, but I wanted her to say all the wrong things to get her out of the ‘good girl’ headspace.
“So, you’ve learned about my mother. You tell me about your family.”
She gave a choking cough before fiddling with her napkin, trying to cover up her shock.
“Family? They are all part of the...family business.”
“Family business?” I asked, trying not to sound amused. “What business is that?”
“Cooking,” she blurted, then her face turned red.
“Cooking? They own a restaurant?”
“Something like that,” she mumbled, taking a huge gulp of her wine.
“You’ve got to give me more than that, kisa,” I told her, stroking my fingertips over her knuckles, her hand curled around the basin of her wine glass.
Her gaze immediately landed on my fingers and her chest heaved in a big breath before the tempo started to pick up inside her lungs. My simple touch was doing that to her, and the sensation was oddly powerful. Flashes of her breasts heaving as I brought her to orgasm on my bed invaded my brain and while my pants got tighter in the crotch, her face heated again for a whole other reason. She could see it; the hunger in my eyes.
“Why are you here, Max?” she asked breathlessly. “I’m sure you could have gone home by now. Why have you stayed?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” I raised an eyebrow at her like she should know the answer. “For you, Mila. I stay here for you.”
She swallowed and squeezed her napkin in her hand.
“And what when I…leave? I only have two weeks left.”
“Maybe I will find business as translator in Romania. I know there are plenty of job opportunities there.”
“Would you really follow me to another country?”
I chewed on my lip, staring at the empty glass of vodka as I pretended to think on it. Finally, it was my chance to dig just a little further into her heart and endear myself to her. Make her trust me.
“Do you feel this?” I asked in a whisper as I ran my fingers up the velvety top of her hand and further up her wrist and arm. “This...spark? Is it just me?”
Her lips parted and she gasped at the touch before nodding.
“I feel it,” she whispered back.
“This is not given to everyone,” I admitted.
The truth.
“This is unusual and...incredible. I can’t let you go without at least trying to pursue something with you. I just didn’t want to scare you away with talk of permanence.”
“Permanence...” she breathed, as if she couldn’t comprehend the word. “What would you do? How far would you go for me, Max?”
Well that was a loaded fucking question. And I figured there was only one right answer.
“As far as I have to.”
Biting her lower lip, she turned her eyes down into her lap as the waiter brought out an appetizer.
Blowing out a breath, I let the distraction pull us out of the awkward and intense conversation.
She didn’t bring it up again, and neither did I, but I could tell it was there, hovering behind her eyes, because there was a sparkle that hadn’t been there before.
“Oh God,” Mila murmured when we stood after dinner.
She looked down at her feet and frowned.
“They hurt?” I asked her.
She nodded.
“Yes, but I’m fine.”
An idea sparked in my head to win more points with her, and I led her back to the hotel to fulfill it.
“Come,” I told her, helping her into the elevator.
She stepped in with me and right away, I bent and lifted her into my arms, her voluminous skirt coming up almost to my chin as she yelped in surprise.
“Max!” she giggled while I waggled my eyebrows at her.
“See? No more sore feet.”
Carrying her through the elevator ride and down the hallway to our rooms, I stopped in front of my door and managed to keep her aloft while digging the keycard into the slide before opening my room door.
“Sit, relax,” I told her after setting her down on my bed.
She leaned back against the pillows as I slipped her shoes off, dropping them to the floor beside her. Moaning softly, she got comfortable while I poured some Polugar bread wine into two tumblers from the small dry bar.
“What do you have planned, Max?” Mila asked absently from where her head laid comfortable in one of my pillows.
I grinned at her, then headed over with the glasses.
“Thank you,” she hummed as she took a whiff of the drink.
She moaned a happy little moan before taking a long sip.
I put my glass on the nightstand beside her, then reached over and pulled her feet into my lap.
“You are too good to me.” She sighed, moaning all over again.
“No such thing, kisa. Relax. Enjoy yourself.”
“I will,” she said with a grin, then settled further into my bed.
Perfect. Just the way I wanted her to be.
“Are you trying to seduce me, Max?”
Her words caught me off guard, and I froze in my ministrations to meet her eyes, which were cracked open and framed with one of her gorgeous, open smiles.
“You’re on to me,” I told her with a grin, deciding to just go along.
There was no way she knew what I was actually trying to do.
“It’s working,” she breathed out in a husky voice that made me do a double take at her.
Her hooded lids told me everything I needed to know.
Not letting go of her foot, I shifted it to my side as I moved over her, hovering as she laid there, me between her legs and pushing up her dress with my presence.
“Is it?” I asked back and she grinned, then lifted a hand to touch my lips.
“Will you kiss me again, Max?” she whispered, watching her fingers rub against my mouth.
I caught her thumb between my teeth for just a moment, which made her gasp before I just dipped my head and kissed her. Just like she asked.
Chapter Ten
Maxim
Her lips were soft and eager, tasting of the sweetness from the wine as I kissed her, brushing my mouth against hers in a chaste kiss.
“I need more,” she murmured, hot breath drifting across my skin with her plea.
“More?” I asked, wondering if she meant what I thought she did.
“I want your tongue,” she gasped, surprised when I gave her what she asked for. “And your hands. I want your hands.”
Fucking her mouth with mine, I moved one hand until it landed flat on her ribs, then I teased it upwards until my fingers brushed the underside of one breast.
She whimpered and moaned into my mouth, her hips bucking up into me as I took the entire fleshy globe into my fingers through her dress and kneaded it roughly.
The woman humped me from underneath, wild and eager and free as she tried to chase her own pleasure.
“If you let me, I can make that ache go away,” I whispered against her lips. “Tell me I can...”
A groan of utter torture drew from her as she faught what she knew she should do, and what she really, really wanted to do.
“I—I...”
I flicked my hips forward, meeting her grind with one of my own, which made her yelp again. But it also seemed to break her out of the fog she’d drowned herself in.
She pushed me off her, making me land crooked on the bed as she straightened her dress and grabbed her heels.
“I’m so sorry, Max. I want to...I want to so badly. But I can’t. I just can’t.”
Tears streamed down her face unbidden for a moment before she got hold over them and wiped the little liquid rebels off her cheeks.
“Mila, stay,” I said quietly, but she shook her head and went toward the door.
So, tonight wasn’t the night. It disappointed me more than I thought it should. Especially considering I was seducing the woman, not falling in love.
I jumped off the bed and followed her, grabbing her arm before she could leave completely. Dropping a hot kiss to her lips one more time, I let go of her and watched her go across the hall toward her room.
“I’m so sorry...” she whispered before digging into her handbag and letting herself into her room.
Shit.
I closed myself back into my suite and considered my options.
There was always the option to knock on her door, but she was too close to her father and brother and I didn’t want to risk that. Instead, I texted her.
Me: It’s ok.
Me: I’m not mad.
Me: I miss you already.
The sappy texts were a little painful to write, but if I’d hedged my bets right, she would respond to it, and soon.
Mila: Me too. But I am still sorry. I wish it didn’t have to be this way.
Me: You’re the only one who chooses what way this goes. Nobody else.
She didn’t respond right away so I went with my gut and called her.
“Mila?” I said when she answered. “Don’t run away from me, please.”
“I can’t do this, Max. You deserve better than this.”
“Better than what? The company of a beautiful woman? The delicious kisses she’s willing to offer an idiot like me?”
“This can’t go anywhere.”
“How do you know?” I asked her, reaching for straws because the conversation sounded a hell of a lot like a breakup.
“I just...I can’t.”
There was quiet between us for a full minute, so I decided to take it into my own hands. The woman was so intelligent, but she was also naïve. But more than anything, her innocence left her so sexually deprived and hungry that she was easily distracted. So I used it to my advantage.
I pulled off my tie before going to my computer and opening it. There, I saw her laying mostly naked in her bed, nothing but panties and a bra covering her while she talked to me.
“Mila,” I inquired of her, my voice turning into a husky drawl as I broke the silence. “What are you wearing?”
Confusion drew her brows together as she looked down at herself.
“Don’t you still remember what I wore today, Max?”
“Are you still in your dress?”
“Well...no.”
“Then I’ll ask again. What are you wearing?”
Some sort of recognition flashed across her face as she grinned.
“A scrap of lace,” she told me, her voice wavering a little. “And nothing else.”
My little vixen, lying right to me.
Inexplicably, I loved it.
“A scrap of lace?” I asked her. “That’s far too much. Take it off, Mila, and let the cool air kiss your breasts and the heat between your thighs.”
Her bottom lip tucked behind her teeth as she squeezed her eyes closed and gave a silent moan. And then, she did as I asked.
She set the phone down, face up, for a moment as she unlatched her bra, tossing it aside before slipping her panties down.
“Fine,” she said eventually. “Now what?”
My heart started pumping harder as I watched her wiggle in anticipation. Part of me knew this was a gross invasion of her privacy, but the other, debauched part of me couldn’t tear myself away from the sight of her nude body, spread out and eager for cock just with the sound of my voice.
“Put your fingers to your lips,” I told her, my voice little more than a growl. “Kiss them, then put them in your mouth.”
She lifted a hand, looked at it, then laid a tentative kiss across her fingertips.
“In your mouth,” I said again, and watched as she fit each one between her lips down to the second knuckle. “Now take those fingers and put them against that beautiful cunt. Rub them all over like I did with my tongue.”
She hummed into the phone as she did just what I asked, taking her fingers out of her mouth and pressing against her clit in jerking little motions.
“One finger inside,” I told her.
She hesitated, her finger right there at her swollen lips as she decided what she should do. Then the finger plunged in.
A long, low groan echoed through the earpiece of my phone just as my heart rate picked up.
“Fuck yes, kisa. In and out, just like I would do if that was my cock.”
She moved her finger in and out in shallow strokes before grinding the meaty part of her palm against her clit again.
“You’re so close,” I breathed into the phone while watching her hips bucking into her hand across the screen.
It hit me hard and uncomfortable when I realized that I wanted it to be my hand. I wanted her pussy contracting around me, not her middle finger.
“Faster, kisa. Grind that clit harder.”
Her voice echoed into the microphone from what seemed like a distance, but the speaker was still pressed against her ear as she waited further instructions.
“I am,” she mumbled in German, switching languages at the drop of a hat.
“Harder,” I spoke back in the same language, the guttural language, “Schwerer!”
“Sto arrivando!” she groaned in Italian. “I’m coming!”
I bit down hard on my lip to keep myself from groaning along with her as she wiggled into the feeling of her palm rubbing her clit with each stroke her finger made in and out from between her puffy, pink cunt.
And then I told her to come. “Venire. Vieni adesso!”
With a strangled wail, she turned her face into the pillows as her back arched, her body caught in a fantastic orgasm for several long moments.
A long sigh of relief floated over the line as she relaxed, curling naked into her sheets while I sat there hard as a rock and turned on as fuck from her little performance.
“Did you come?” she asked, back to good ‘ol Russian.
“Yes,” I lied, giving her a little breathy turn to my voice to prove it.
She just grinned, the phone to her ear while those pretty eyes closed.
“Thank you...” she breathed.
“One day you’ll let me inside you, Mila. And when you do you will never forget it or regret it.”
What was I saying? Of course she will never forget it, but regret? When she found out who I really was…
“I want it to be you,” she whispered before taking the phone away from her ear and hanging up.
That quick the conversation ended and I had to watch as she settled in and got comfortable then fell asleep.
Before too long, she would be mine. Already I owned her orgasms and her trigger for pleasure. It shouldn’t take much more, right?
I hoped not. My poor cock couldn’t handle any more mini pornos on my computer screen without giving into the ineffectual option to break down her door and convince her until she eventually let me stick my dick between her legs.
It all got to be too much so I closed the screen, knowing it was recording everything for me to watch again in the morning should necessary information come up. For the night though, I was going to get in the shower, jack until I couldn’t get my dick up anymore, and then I would cuddle up around the pillow she had been laying on an hour before. It had just the faintest hint of her floral and woody perfume.
Fuck it all...it was getting bad. I needed to pick up the pace of my seduction before I actually started making her fall for my own reasons inst
ead of for Vishka.
My body sat stark upright when I heard a faint pound of a door slamming. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, realizing that I’d slept all night and something was happening around me while I lazed about.
I cursed to myself as I opened my laptop and looked at my camera feed, showing the back end of Mila’s brother as he walked down the hallway to talk to Ilei Vasile.
“Get her ready to go!” Ilei said after a moment of listening to his son mumble words to him. “We’re moving up the wedding!”
My heart started pumping as Daniel moved toward Mila’s room again.
Switching feeds, I looked into Mila’s room and saw her sobbing in her bed, nothing over her body but a twisted up sheet. Daniel entered unannounced and growled at his sister to get ready.
“We are going to Popov to move up the wedding date. Hurry and get ready. I told you to be careful, soră: you know better than to be with a man.”
Mila’s face crumpled again as he left her room, slamming the door again.
Be with a man? I felt like I’d missed an important part of the conversation.
When the men all left Mila’s room and went into their own, strategically reserved throughout the same floor, I took the chance to leave the live feed and look at what I’d just missed. Rewinding the video, I paused when I saw Mila jerk away from her comfortable slumber as her brother entered the room without permission.
“Soră?” he said, which woke her up. “It smells of sex in here!”
Mila sat up and held the sheets to her naked body, trying not to flash her asshole brother.
“What do you mean?” she asked, but Daniel Vasile was already stomping toward his sister with a finger pointed in accusation.
“I fucking told you to be careful, Mila! I told you! Have fun, but you knew the line! This is far, far past the line! Are you trying to get us all killed? Just for a good time? You’re supposed to be delivered to Kir as a virgin!”
“I am a virgin,” she growled back at her brother, sitting up with pride straightening her spine, and damn if I didn’t feel a little pride at the way she stood up for herself.