Jealous Russian Stalker (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 92)

by Flora Ferrari

  I remind myself that a bra and panties is nothing more than a bikini, it’s just the perception of the fabric that makes all the difference.

  I lift my shirt up and over my head and set it on the bench before sliding out of my pants, my eyes locked on him waiting for his reaction and getting none.

  Once I set my pants down the thud of my belt seems to trigger a rise in his underwear that there’s no way I can miss, nor take my eyes from.

  I open the door to put my clothes outside.

  “Wait!” he says, sitting up suddenly as he moves the short distance towards me.

  His eyes lock on mine shooting me a look as if I’m guilty of trying to deceive him as he takes my clothes in his hand, inspecting them.

  “Very well,” he says, and sets them outside on a small stool before shutting the door.

  “So I’m not wearing a wire. We don’t have to sit in here.”

  “It’s good for you. Sit down.”

  “What if I don’t want to?”

  “You’re going to take off running into the woods instead? Good luck with the bears.”

  I take a step back and he’s already back in his position, looking like he’s in complete bliss with his head against the wall…and his cock at attention.

  “You’ve been under a lot of stress these last days. First the long flight and now all of this nonsense. Speaking of that, now that we’ve established a baseline level of trust, let’s talk,” he says.

  Without looking his long arm stretches out and his hand grasps me by the waist and he pulls me in, right between his legs.

  My weight goes back on the balls of my feet as I try not to fall right into him as he moves me abruptly and roughly, the calluses on his hands pressed against my skin.

  I’m inches from his rock hard dick, yet he’s still acting as if there is no eight hundred pound gorilla in the room that is his desire for me.

  And my body isn’t in a position to resist, and it’s not because of his unrelenting grip, but my need as well.

  I shuffle my feet closer to him, my shins touching the slats that his calves are pressed against.

  His eyes open and he looks at me deeply.

  Even though I’m looking right back at him, I can see with my peripheral vision that his cock is jerking, moving, stretching, elongating even more.

  “You’re feisty as fuck, you know that?”

  I nod.

  “I’ve never met anyone like you…a woman who stands her ground as you do with this…this…kind of ferocity.”

  “Is that a compliment?”

  “You can take it how you wish, but this certainly is.”

  His grip overpowers me and pulls my body right into his, my hands coming up and breaking my fall by slapping them against the corded muscles of his chest and my lips on a collision course for his and the last thing I think of doing is stopping what’s been building and has reached a fever pitch with no chance of turning back.

  His hand finds the back of my head and before I know what’s happening my lips are crashing down on his and he’s kissing me with a kind of possessiveness that tells me he’s never letting me go…ever.

  CHAPTER 18

  Willow

  “You’ve been mine since the first moment I saw you, you know that?”

  “Yes,” I whimper and he kisses me passionately a second time.

  “When I see something I want I take it, claim it as mine, and I’ve never wanted anything like I want you.”

  His hand slides from my hip down to my ass. He cups it hard and then quickly tilts his grip, allowing him to lift me up and off the ground and onto his lap.

  His rock hard cock is rubbing straight up my panties as my body presses into his, my nipples pebbling as my breasts are smashed into this Russian beast’s body.

  His lips come off my mouth and his other hand knives in my hair, moving it to the side as he kisses my lips in a way that is definitely not gentle.

  A moan escapes me, and then another as I lean my neck into him, my eyes closed.

  My eyes slowly open and through the steam I can see the ink covering his body and wonder what it means, when he got it, and just in general what this man is all about.

  He’s truly a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma, and dammit if I don’t want my kiss to be the key that unlocks it.

  His hand finds my breast, giving it a firm squeeze over the fabric and I drag one hand up the grooves of his hand while my other fists his cock through the cotton of his underwear.

  A deep belly growl rumbles throughout the room, the heat almost too much to take but there’s no way either of us is stopping now.

  “Tell me you’re mine,” he says.

  “I…” I say trying to fight it. It makes absolutely no sense to fall for someone this fast.

  “Say it only if you mean it,” he says. “But I want to hear it and I want to hear it now.”

  I’ve never been one to lead someone on, not that there have really been any someones before this point. I feel like I’m in over my head, but I know without him I would already be drowning, literally.

  Despite the high stakes stressful moments we’ve shared.

  Despite the craziness.

  Despite the fact that he’s been my dark protector on multiple occasions.

  Despite the fact that he’s incredibly hot, rich, kind, and has the exact same interests I do…

  It makes no sense. I just can’t talk myself out of it anymore. I do want him and there’s no more holding back.

  “I’m yours.”

  He growls deeper than before. “Damn right you are,” he snarls before kissing me hard again right on the lips. Gentle is not his forte, and I like it that way because I know that he’s completely consumed by his need for me as I am for him, although a part of me is still fighting it.

  “When I saw those other boys at the conference looking at you I wanted to kill them. You know that?” he says as he kisses across the exposed part of my breasts.

  “No,” I whimper.

  “For the first time in my life they made me a jealous man…a feeling I’ve never felt before. And that’s what drives me to protect you, and keep you safe. You’re mine and no one else can have you. I will fight to make this true until my dying day if I have to. And if these men keep coming now I will start showing them what anger really looks like. I will fucking kill them all before they so much as lay a finger on you. That is my promise. You will always be safe with me, you understand me?”

  “Yes,” escapes my lips as his big hand unhooks my bra strap and he yanks it to the side, my breasts freed for less than a split second before he buries his face in my cleavage and takes a nipple in his mouth while his other hand massages the opposite breast.

  He moans as his tongue swirls around my areola before flicking my nipple once, twice, and a third time, my back arching into his face as my body is overcome with pleasure.

  I can feel my pussy dripping on his thigh, anticipating getting what I want for the first time in my life.

  “You’ve been saving yourself for me, haven’t you?” he asks.

  I nod.

  “Say it. Tell me you’ve been waiting your entire life for me like I’ve been waiting my entire life for you.”

  My eyes open and it’s like the needle slipped off the record despite the fact that he continues to taste my tit as his other hand slides across my lower back and grabs my ass hard, before coming off of my globe and then coming back down hard, giving it a firm slap and then kneading it in his thick fingers.

  “That’s right,” he says, his mouth coming off my skin just long enough for the words to rumble out, the vibrations rolling across my chest giving me goosebumps everywhere.

  My fingertips slide through his closely cut hair feeling his scalp underneath as I pull his head into my chest, his kisses moving down my cleavage towards my stomach.

  His hands grab my ass hard and he raises me off his lap, holding me suspended in the air as he brings my panties right in front of hi
s face.

  He jerks me into him, nuzzling his nose into my middle as my hands slam into the wall, giving me balance and leverage as I push my pussy into his face, deeper and deeper.

  The sound of him inhaling deeply fills the air before he takes my entire cunt in his mouth, gumming it and holding it in position like he wants to devour it, and me, in one bite.

  His mouth comes off me and he looks up at me, inhaling through his teeth causing a hissing sound.

  “This is mine now, you understand?”

  “Yes,” I say, nodding my head quickly in short, staccato bursts.

  He dives right back in and then suddenly stands, laying me out across the bench, grabbing the cotton fabric of my panties right at the top and yanking them down, exposing my flesh, my cunt, everything for the first time.

  “Show me what’s mine,” he says through gritted teeth, his lips not even moving.

  I look up at him from my position on my back.

  His skin is red from the heat, I don’t know which part is desire and which part is the sauna, but it doesn’t matter. I’m burning up as well and something takes hold of me and I thrust my thighs apart showing him everything.

  One foot comes off the ground and he kicks the door behind him without even looking, the hinges breaking and the door hanging at an angle as a gust of oxygen enters the room, yet does nothing to cool the fire that’s blazing inside both of us.

  “Once I taste you. Once my tongue finds your sweat nectar there’s no going back. You have to know that now. This is your last chance to stop. Your last chance to reconsider. And I have to warn you…there will be nothing gentle about what happens after. There will be no amount of control I’ll be able to exercise over myself. You will see a beast and you have to be prepared for that,” he says.

  “I want that. I want you exactly how you are. Taste me. Take me. Make me yours.”

  The sounds of his knees and shins hitting the wooden slats rings out in the room, as he drops straight down, his hands grabbing the outside of my thighs.

  He grits his teeth, his nostrils flaring. “Your pretty pink pussy…your pristine fucking garden, saved all this time just waiting for me to come stomping through it, making a big fucking mess of it and claiming it as mine. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

  His head dives forward and his entire mouth comes down on my middle, clamping down on me like a vice before he licks straight up my folds and flicks my nub with his tongue.

  His head rises up, before falling all the way back so I can only see his neck through my legs.

  “Ahhhh!” he yells just before his head snaps forward and he stares at me with eyes wide as saucers, looking like a man possessed.

  He dives right back in, his hands spreading my legs wider as his tongue dives deep.

  My ass tightens and my hips rise up off the bench, willing this savage beast to taste me even deeper.

  He flattens his tongue, cleaning the mess I’m making and these waterworks are only a preview of what’s damn near ready to explode any second now.

  When he takes my nub in his mouth and swirls it around just before sliding a single rough finger inside me, opening me for the first time, I can’t hold back any longer.

  My thighs quiver and a wave washes over the inside of me as I explode inside his mouth, his head moving violently side to side like a tornado as he drinks me up as my body bucks wildly on the wood as I flop like a fish, before writhing and pressing my pussy deeper and deeper into his face before my body stills.

  And then a second wave comes out of nowhere exploding again as he continues to lick me dry and make me feel whole for the first time in this way.

  I’ve never opened myself up and given myself to anyone like this, ever. Not just sexually but in any kind of way that bares a real part of me, a part of my soul to another.

  Until now.

  Until him.

  My chest heaves and I have no energy to even think about lifting myself off the bench…thankfully I don’t have to.

  I feel his hand slide under my back seconds after his mouth comes off me and he scoops me up, carrying me where I don’t know.

  But at this point it doesn’t matter.

  I’d go anywhere with him. Today. Tomorrow. Forever.

  CHAPTER 19

  Ivan

  I take her to my bed, tossing her there and sliding out of my underwear.

  My cock rages. I take it in my hand.

  “You see this?”

  “How could I miss it?” she says nervously from her back.

  “This needs to be inside of you, fucking now.”

  I stare at her. She’s looks totally verklempt, exactly how I want her. If only she knew how sweet she tasted, but that taste will only be known by one person in this world…ever.

  Me.

  I swear I can see her pussy clenching, wanting me, trying to pull my cock inside her from across the room.

  “Fucking brand new,” I say staring at her tight slit. “And all mine forever.”

  My pulse quickens and I can see by the movement on the side of her neck that hers is too.

  “Roll over on your stomach. Show me your ass…my ass.”

  She does as she’s told as I move closer, getting up on the bed and staring down at her perfect globes before I can’t resist any longer.

  My hand raises and comes down on her perfection as I watch her body shake and her forearms shiver as she braces herself.

  “You can do it harder,” she says.

  I lean in close, my body scraping the back of hers. “I know, because I can do whatever the fuck I want with what’s mine…right?” I say taking her earlobe in my mouth.

  “Uh huh,” she whimpers.

  I palm her perfect ass cheek and straighten back up, my hand knifing in her hair.

  I raise her hair up off her back, looking down at the curve of her spine before I run my tongue along its whole length.

  “Fuck, every single part of you tastes so damn good. Watching your body shiver when my mouth touches you…watching you arch into my mouth gets me so fucking hard I could cover these sheets in come right now.”

  I lean in again, just a fraction of an inch from her ear. “But I’d rather cover your cervix with my seed.”

  Her entire body flinches at my promise, and oh yes it’s a promise. I’m going deep…all the way in when it comes to her…every…single…time.

  “Are you ready for me to take you, claim you, make you mine?”

  “Uh huh,” she whimpers.

  “And are you ready for me to…fuck you?”

  “Yes. That’s what I want. Exactly that. Did you even need me to answer that? You can see my need? Feel my need? Taste it?”

  “I can but I like hearing you say it.”

  “Are you gonna make me beg?”

  “No, because that means I’d have to wait too, and I’m not here to wait…I’m here to take.”

  “Well then what are you waiting for? Take it. Take me, and make me a woman.”

  I grab her ass hard with one hand and my other pulls her hair back.

  My hand on her ass slides along her side, finding her hip before coming off her skin watching the color change from red back to porcelain again as I release the pressure.

  “Do you have a condom?” she asks.

  “Condoms are for cowards! I’m all in, every inch…for the rest of our lives. I’m gonna fill you so full my seed will have no option but to take, and there will be so much of my juices left over they’ll be running down your leg into next week. You’ll be sitting alone, in those rare moments without me, or at least you think you’ll be without me. But you won’t be. My sticky gift a constant reminder of how you’re mine.”

  “Good, because I want you raw. All of you.”

  I slide my fingers between her legs and run them along her slit. Fuck, she’s dripping again already.

  I bring her juices to my mouth tasting them.

  “Fucking hell you taste so damn sweet. I could survive alone on you
r come.”

  “Make me come again,” she demands.

  “If that’s what my woman wants then that’s exactly what she gets,” I say and in one swift move I bury everything deep inside her, watching her whole body shoot forward as I fill her with my length and girth.