He takes my hand again, almost as if he’s afraid I’ll run off. The thought had crossed my mind. “Where are we going?” I ask.
“Where would you like to go?” he counters, and rubs the hand that’s not holding mine through my hair. It’s intimate and sexy at the same time.
“How about a hotel?” I offer. It’s probably safer. I don’t think he’ll chain me to the bed at a hotel, not for too long anyway. Although he looks like he might be in to that.
“Whatever my treasure wants,” he replies. He touches my cheek again, and tiny tingles cover my body.
This is going to be amazing. As I’m thinking about how excited I am, a car pulls up, and when I glance toward it I notice it’s a sleek, deep red Bentley Mulsanne, like the one Frankie’s dad has. And it’s stopping near us. This is definitely not an Uber. He must have a lot of money. I wouldn’t have guessed by the way he’s dressed, but I’m not complaining.
Chapter Four
Misha
As soon as I have her inside my dad’s car, I pull her to me. I had thought about all of the things I would do to her if I finally got my unworthy hands on her. But as I’m now sitting so close to her, I just want to take her in. I want to gaze upon her beautiful face, and study every inch of it. She has the most adorable little button nose. Her beautiful blue eyes have a hint of gray in them around the iris. Her cheekbones are high but not angular, because the apples are round. Her bottom lip is fuller than her top, and they are both a beautiful true pink. And as she grins at me, I can see the hint of a dimple in her left cheek. Her soft, glossy hair frames her heart shaped face perfectly.
Next, I want to touch her face. I trace my fingertips over her forehead, around her eyebrow, to the corner of her eye. That’s when I notice she’s staring back at me. I wonder what she thinks when she looks at me. Does she know I’m Russian? Can she tell by looking at me that I’m Ivan Ivanovich’s son?
“You are living, breathing perfection,” I proclaim, as I lose myself in her eyes. She exhales and shakes her head slightly, as if she doesn’t believe me. How in the world could this stunning beauty not know how gorgeous she really is? “You are everything I’ve always wanted.”
“You don’t even know me,” she argues.
Well, now she’s got me in a corner. I rub my fingers over her cheek, to her lips. “I mean physically, treasure. You’re like the girl of my dreams.”
Her little nose scrunches up, and I can see that my words aren’t helping my case. So I take one of her wrists with my free hand and draw her hand to my crotch.
“Daaaaaamn…” she moans, as the heel of her hand rubs over the entire length of my very hard, very swollen dick. Her eyes grow wide, and it’s the most exquisite look of shock mingled with desire that I’ve ever seen.
I give her a cocky grin, while holding her hand against my shaft. I even wiggle my hips, as much as I can while in the back of a car anyway. “You didn’t think I’d be small did you, treasure?”
“I didn’t think you’d be humongous!” she replies airily.
“Imagine how good it’s going to feel, hitting your g-spot,” I whisper, as she continues her cautious exploration.
“I’m not sure you…” Her comment melts away when I release her hand, and search out one of her soft, supple, sun-kissed bronze thighs. Her breath catches as she inhales, and it sounds like several little pants in one breath.
“Oh, you can be sure that it’s going to hit every one of your secret spots, sweetness, and you’re going to love it.”
Her cheeks turn bright red. Her eyes grow wide, and her pupils are huge. I knew that she was my good-girl fantasy, but I didn’t realize exactly how innocent she really is. She tries to draw her hand away when I reach down to unbutton my jeans, but I grab her hand again, and pull it to my briefs. With my other hand I push her thick dark hair off her face, and tip her head back. I want her complete and unwavering attention when I ask this question.
“Are you a virgin, Chi?” She looks away immediately, and tries to turn her head but I won’t let her. Her hand is on my cotton covered cock, and I’m gazing on her glorious face. This isn’t the best time to ask, but I need to know the truth, to know how gentle I should be with her.
She begins to stammer. “I’m… uh… I am not…”
“It’s okay, Chi, if you are. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. But trust me, by the end of the evening you won’t be.” She finally returns her gaze to mine, and I smile at the embarrassment I see on her face. “And I will spend the rest of the night making sure you enjoy it.”
Her expression changes and she looks hopeful. Her fingers spread out, and almost wrap around my hard dick. It causes my balls to contract, and my stomach muscles to flutter. “Are you, my treasure?”
She nods her head slightly.
I know that she’s engaged. I know she’s going to marry an Italian playboy. I know he’s a big guy, whose muscles are talked about even by his enemies. I know women dig that shit. Why isn’t she saving herself for him? He’s not ugly, or old. Maybe he really is gay. I can’t help but wonder, though, if she’s told him she’s a virgin, and what he might do if he takes her to their marital bed and he finds out she isn’t.
But I can’t ask her if Frankie Moretti will hurt her if she’s not a virgin, when she’s told me she doesn’t have a boyfriend. If I admit I know she has a fiancé, maybe she’ll wonder who I am, and how I know. I don’t want her to think about it, and talk herself out of it. I just want her to feel. And I want her to feel incredible. I want to be the one who makes her feel that way.
I inch my fingers under her dress. My hands are shaking as I think about her untouched, virgin pussy. “Oh, my baby, I am going to spend so much time on your body, trying to make you come.”
“Are you sure you can…” She doesn’t finish her sentence.
That stuns me, and somehow makes my cock grow even bigger. “You’ve never had an orgasm?”
She bites her full, pink bottom lip, and shakes her head slightly. I try to hide my pleasure, and the excitement that her words fill me with. But I can’t. I feel the smile covering my face, from ear to ear.
“I had a boyfriend who used to try to finger me, but he didn’t really know what he was doing.” She says it softly, because she’s sharing her deepest secrets with me. She’s trusting me, a total stranger, with the most intimate details of her life.
My smile fades a little, hearing that someone has touched her. I don’t want her to see how upset that makes me, so I lean forward, then kiss her forehead before whispering in her ear. “Thank you for being honest with me, my baby. I will make sure you enjoy it. Then I’ll make you love it. When you wake up in the morning, you’ll be begging for it.”
“You sound very confident.” Her voice shakes when she says it. She sounds very nervous, which is so overwhelmingly endearing.
“I’ve had years and years of practice,” I admit. She frowns at my confession. “You didn’t think I was a virgin, did you?”
“No,” she murmurs. But her bottom lip pouts out, and she looks almost sad.
“Would you want to lose your virginity to your ex-boyfriend, the one who couldn’t get you off?” She seems like she’s thinking about her answer. It makes me angry that someone else has touched her immaculate body, even if he didn’t fuck her. “I will find every sensitive spot on your body, and I will have your legs shaking with the most amazing orgasms, before I put my dick in you. I promise you, treasure, you won’t regret allowing someone who knows what they’re doing to take your V-card.”
She gives me a weak smile, and nods her head slightly. My thumb traces over her pouting bottom lip. She’s so damn soft, every inch of her skin. Tonight, I will find out how every inch of her feels. I will know what she likes, what makes her moan, what makes her gasp, and what makes her come. I will know all of it.
I feel the car stop, and I’m glad we haven’t started anything serious. I wouldn’t want to be in the middle of her first orgasm when we arrive at the hotel, and have
to stop abruptly. As it is I’m still hastily buttoning my jeans. I want to do it right, do her right, in the middle of a big comfortable bed.
“Let’s go, treasure. We’re going to make your first time amazing!” I exclaim, and open the door before my dad’s chauffeur can get to it.
I weave my fingers into hers, and lead her inside one of the nicest hotels in the city. I sent the name of the hotel via text to the driver, so that he wouldn’t have to speak to me, and call me Misha. That would have been so embarrassing.
Now, I just have to figure out a way to get a room so that the person behind the counter doesn’t ask me to spell my name out, and I don’t mean Mike. So, before we get to the lavish front desk, I stop her. “Will you get the room?” I ask.
She rolls her eyes, and opens her mouth to speak. But I pull out the wad of money that I’d tucked into my pocket earlier that afternoon, the money that Natalya gave me for following Chiara around. If only she knew how much I enjoy doing it. She told me, for the thousandth time, that I should get a real job, or dedicate my rather notorious talents to the Bratva. I’m good at being the family’s assassin, but that’s not what I want to do for the rest of my life. Killing people is not a good job skill, no matter how you look at it. What else am I supposed to do? Natalya knows I have no education, no skills, and no work history. What does she want me to do, clean toilets?
“Here,” I say, and hand her half of the money I have left, four one hundred dollar bills. That should get us a room for the night.
“Fine,” she huffs, and shoves the money into her purse. I linger at the doorway of the bar for a second too long, I think. Because I see a man approaching me, a man I don’t want Chiara to find out I know. So I turn away quickly, and hurry toward my fantasy. She smiles at me, flashes a key card, and states, “We’re ready.”
I take her hand and lead her toward the closest elevator. “I hope you’re just as excited as I am,” I murmur, as I see the man I’m trying to avoid in my peripheral vision. He’s my oldest brother’s brother-in-law, Dimitri Federov. He’s the son of Egor Federov, the head of the Federov Bratva in New Jersey. I don’t know if Chiara will recognize him, but I’m fairly sure he’ll recognize her.
So, I place my huge body in his line of sight, blocking her, and I kiss her. I wish the first time I kissed her wasn’t to hide her. I’m not hiding her, really, I tell myself as my lips brush against hers. I’m protecting her, just as I’ll do from this moment on.
She moans against my mouth, and places her hands against my chest. Finally I feel like I’ve found where I belong. Of course, it would be in the arms of the woman who is intended to marry my family’s enemy.
When the elevator stops and the door dings, I sweep down and pull her luscious body up into my arms. She giggles, and playfully cries out, “Stop!”
But I don’t intend to stop, not for one second, until the sun comes up.
Chapter Five
Chiara
I really can’t believe I’m doing this. I am in this big, gorgeous man’s arms, being carried down a hotel hallway, and I’ve already decided that we’ll do whatever he wants to do. I’m one hundred percent ready to lose my virginity, and like Mike said, he knows what he’s doing. I’m giggly, maybe happier than I should be right now. I should be nervous, shouldn’t I? But I’m not. I’m excited. I should have done this as soon as my dad blackmailed me into this stupid engagement.
He smiles at me when I laugh. He really does have a beautiful smile. His teeth are not perfectly straight, they overlap a little, but they are white as pearls. Besides that, his smile is completely genuine. I don’t think Frankie has ever been happy about anything, including marrying me. I don’t even know why Frankie settled on me. He probably drew up a list of women he had not already fucked over, and then picked from the six or seven of us in the city. Maybe he drew my name out of a hat.
“Which room, treasure?” Mike asks, and brings me out of my musings.
“Fourteen twenty,” I answer. I like his adorable pet name for me, but it’s odd. It’s almost foreign. I wonder if he’s not American. He doesn’t have a strange accent, he’s all New York City. He sits my feet onto the ground, outside the room. I don’t even think about it, and my hands are perfectly steady. I slide the key right in, and throw open the door. I move to enter, but he picks me up and carries me over the threshold. That’s a little old fashioned.
I begin to wiggle against him, and place my hands on his chest to get him to release me. “You’re eager,” he mutters, and flips on a light switch as he closes the door.
We’re alone, inside a hotel room. I don’t even know his last name. I’m about to lose my virginity to a man I don’t know anything about. Before I know what’s happening, he sets me down again, and my back is against the door.
“You are so beautiful, Chiara. I can’t believe you’re actually here with me.” His voice is lower, huskier. It’s even sexier. He traces his finger over my cheek, and into my hair. How is such an innocent touch, so light and ordinary, setting every nerve ending inside me on fire?
He takes one step closer, and his big clunky black boots touch the toe of my expensive black heels, the ones with the red soles. Frankie bought them for me on my last birthday. I shouldn’t wear them, but fuck it they’re sexy and so comfortable.
“What are you gonna do to me?” I mumble.
“So many things, treasure. I’m going to do things you’ve never thought of, things that might shock you. I’m going to do things that you might think are dirty, or bad, or wrong. I don’t give a shit about other people’s morals. There’s only one thing I’m worried about, and that’s making your first time the most memorable event in your life. I want you to be ninety years old and remember exactly how I touched you.”
As he speaks, his hands run through my hair, over my ears, and down my neck. Everything inside me is quivering. My lungs are filling in short little breaths, then exhaling roughly. Am I nervous? No, I don’t think so. I’m aroused. My nipples are so hard I’m sure he can see them outlined through the dress, since I’m not wearing a bra. Why the hell did I wear this dress?
“You’ll feel a little uncomfortable treasure, that’s unavoidable. But if anything I do hurts you, I want you to tell me. I don’t want you to feel any pain, I just want you to feel overwhelming, irresistible pleasure.” He speaks like he knows how it feels to be deflowered, like he has sex with virgins every day. I don’t know, maybe he does.
“And I want you to say yes to me right now, darling. I want you to know that this is your choice. You choose me.” There’s something glittering behind his eyes, something I can’t identify.
No one has ever looked at me the way he is. He’s being very considerate. I almost expected him to just go right at it. I thought I’d be naked as soon as we entered the room. But he’s not treating me how I expected him to. It’s touching something deep inside me, something more than just my body. That’s scaring me more than the thought of having sex.
I think about it for several moments, as I stare into his crystal blue eyes. “Yes, I want you.”
He exhales loudly, and grants me another warm, radiant smile. “Thank you for giving me this gift, my treasure,” he murmurs. Slowly, almost deliberately, his hands move to my shoulders. He brushes his heavy jacket onto the floor. Then he hooks his fingers into the silky material of my dress, and tugs lightly. I didn’t realize when I put the dress on, with lots of pulling and arranging to get it just right, how easy it would be for someone to take off. He brings the dress off my arms and over my torso, in one smooth motion, and the material gathers at my waist.
His eyes leave mine, to take in my now bare chest. His hands start at my waist and move upward, over my ribcage. “You are incredible, Chi. Your skin is so soft and warm.” His big hands span my ribs, and his fingertips brush up my sides. I shiver from my shoulders to my thighs.
“This isn’t what I thought would happen.” My voice shakes, and catches as I speak. “I thought…”
“Y
ou’re with me now, my baby, and I will cherish every inch of you. I’m going to treat you like the princess you are.” His tone is warmer, but I also hear an edge in there. His eyes are burning hot. He’s restraining himself to be tender with me. I should be thankful, but in the back of my mind I want him to be passionate. I want him to let go.
Then I feel his thumbs brush against the bottom of my breasts. I breathe in deeply, but his breath is a loud hiss, and then a deep moan. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, as his thumbs sweep up, then gently touch my nipple.
Suddenly his mouth is on mine. I’ve been kissed, but never like this. His lips are searing my soul, his tongue is hot as it pushes its way into my mouth. His hands cup my breast, his palms rough against my hard pink buds. He’s branding my lips, my mouth, making sure I remember he’s been there for the rest of my life. His kiss is deep, emotional, almost spiritual. I forget everything except his lips and his mouth.
I’m wrapped up in these feelings, until he begins to flick his fingernails against my hard buds, and I gasp, pulling his breath from his lungs. He moans deep in his throat, and it fills me like his tongue does.
He pulls away from me, long enough to whisper, “I want you so much, Chi. Touch me.”
Then he takes my mouth again, as my hands find their way under his shirt. I can feel the indentations of his abs, and the line of coarse hair that trails down the middle. His moan is louder, deeper when I touch him. I feel it inside me, in the core of my being. And as I explore the flat plane of his stomach, interrupted only by ripples of muscles, I realize I want his moans, and his sighs, as much as I want him to touch me. My hands work their way over his ribs, feeling each notch, and find his tiny hard nipples. He groans at the light stroke of my fingertips. Then he pinches my own hard buds, before his hands abandon my body completely. He breaks the kiss, too, and pulls away.
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