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

by Flora Ferrari

  “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.”

  “Are you okay?”

  “Oh my god, yes! More. Give me more.”

  I rotate my hips, burying myself even deeper inside her, relishing in the fact that this woman is mine now.

  I stare down at where I begin and she ends, the line completely erased forever as we are now one.

  I pull back on her hair and hold her ass hard as I pull my dick back like it’s a plunger, a vacuum, sucking the air right out of her. The tight seal removed.

  Her hungry pussy clenches around me, causing me to grit my teeth at the work it takes to back my dick out of it’s new home.

  Because just as much as I own her, she owns me equally now…and forever.

  “Fuck, you’re so damn tight.”

  “I wouldn’t know…no one would,” she says, and I snarl at her words. Reminding me that I’m the only one only heightens the euphoria I already feel, and I haven’t even filled this beautiful woman yet. My woman.

  She tries to look back over her shoulder and I ease up my grip on her hair so she can. I want her to see me, see what she’s done to me. See the power she, and only she, has over me.

  I slowly re-enter her, this time feeling each and every part of her channel as I tunnel inside her.

  “Fuck I want to come right now, but I want to feel this too…drag it out, make it last forever.”

  “Either way. Just don’t stop,” she says.

  “Never. I’ll never stop because I’ll never, ever, be done breeding you for as long as we live.”

  “Fuck, you’re going to make me come talking like that, Ivan.”

  “No! Not yet,” I say pulling my dick out and hearing her squeal in need, cry out from the void I’ve left and not just her, but me.

  I flip over easily and take her place in the center of the bed, lying on my back.

  “I want us face-to-face so we can see each other the whole fucking time.”

  “Yes!”

  She climbs on top of me ready to mount me, and I feel my damn toes curl into the mattress, grounding me for the takeoff that I know will be coming soon…providing a steady, solid, foundation to which I can use to blast inside her.

  “Put my cock in your sweet, little pussy. Ride my dick and cream on my cock so I can see your juices dripping all over me.”

  She takes my dick in her tiny little hand and lines the crown up with her hole before removing her hand and sliding right down my pole.

  My mouth opens and my eyes close as my breath stalls.

  My eyes shoot back open and I exhale hard through clenched teeth.

  “That’s fucking right. Just like that, little mama.”

  “Ride me. Ride me good,” I demand and I feel the underside of her ass slide along my pelvis as she moves both in and out and up and down in rhythm.

  My hands come up and latch onto the sides of her ass, but I let her stay in control…for as long as I can.

  My abs flex and my fingers grab down hard, as I pull my torso vertical so we’re face to face as my hand slides behind her back, pulling her body in close as we bounce up and down in rhythm.

  “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” she says.

  I stare deep into her eyes and see paradise…see what I’m doing to her, just as I know she’s seeing the same, our eternal need for each other a direct reflection in our windows to the soul.

  “Say you want my baby inside you,” I demand.

  “I want all your babies. Our babies. Breed the fuck out of me. Come inside me so deep that nothing comes out until our first child.”

  A throaty growl is all I can offer in return until seconds later I feel my balls pull up and I’m ready to give her what we both want.

  My seed.

  My entire body jerks as I unleash warm mayhem inside her, her mouth opening wide and her eyes closing as her body shakes violently as I fill her with my seed.

  Immediately her pussy clenches on my cock and I feel her climax right in unison with mine as her eyes pop open and lock on mine.

  A second mind-bending orgasm releases and I don’t know which way is up, what time or day it is, or where in the fuck I am…and none of that matters, because I’m lost inside of her.

  Exactly where I belong. Always.

  CHAPTER 20

  Willow

  “How was your shower?” he asks, as he wraps his arms around me.

  “Amazing,” I say melting into his arms. “You started a fire?”

  “We’ll need it tonight. We have a lot to discuss.”

  “About us?”

  “About everything.”

  He motions to a small second bedroom where he’s brought my suitcase in from the car. I get dressed and he does as well. Apparently he keeps clothes here although I thought he said he doesn’t really come here. I guess there’s a lot to discover.

  “What did you want to talk about?”

  “Many things. Some will anger you, some may excite you, and for sure some will confuse you.”

  “Oh,” I say, as he hands me a warm cup of tea.

  “There’s no need to sugarcoat anything so I’ll start with the worst of it,” he says getting his big body situated on the floor next to me.

  The crackling of the fire is relaxing, but the look on his face is anything but. He’s serious, not scared or angry and I appreciate that he’s a straightforward person…at least I think now, before I hear what he has to say.

  “I’ve been stalking you…for your own safety.”

  “I noticed.”

  “More than in the ways you think. I knew when you were arriving in the airport. I put myself in a position to get close to you. Later I hacked your computer and even came into your room one night while you were sleeping.”

  I raise an eyebrow and then start busting out at his joke. “I guess I don’t get Russian humor since you guys are always so serious and straight faced.”

  “How many guys do you know in Russia?” His voice is laced with jealousy.

  “Just you.”

  “Exactly. And that’s why I did what I did.”

  The smile is wiped clean off my face as my eyes narrow and I feel my body pulling away from him, the foot or two distance that separates us becoming wider. “You’re serious?”

  “Dead serious…to prevent one of us from becoming dead.”

  “You…you hacked my computer?”

  “Yes.”

  “What the fuck is wrong with you? Wait…you snuck into my room at night?”

  “I did that too.”

  I’m so angry that I wish I could take back what we just did. I waited my entire life to give myself to someone and it turns out to be some jealous foreign stalker weirdo? What in the hell was I thinking?

  “I should throw this tea in your face right now, you know that?”

  “I understand, but let me finish.”

  “Let you? Fucking let you? It seems to me like you don’t need permission from me at all to do whatever the hell you want. You’re just out there engineering some illegal and scary bullshit at my expense…not to mention immoral.” I quickly stand wanting to get away from him as fast as I can, but there’s nowhere to run. I don’t even know where I am right now and I’m mad at myself for letting my guard down…furious.

  “I know where your father is,” he says, causing the teacup to immediately fall from my hands.

  Now I’m even angrier, but the words hit me right in the chest. I’d do anything for that information, but I’m not about to reveal that to him, even if he thinks he knows that’s what I want more than anything in the world.

  “So. Who cares?”

  “You do. You’ve been searching for him online for a while.”

  My hands ball up into fists at the invasion of privacy. How could I have trusted him.

  “I’m sorry, Willow. I had to know whose side you were on, and now I do.”

  “Oh! So after you stick your dick in me you decide it’s safe to tell me all your dirty little secrets because you’ve finished with your conq
uest and you’re ready to move on.”

  “That’s the furthest thing from the truth. I only slept with you after I figured it all out, when we were driving here. The pieces of the puzzle finally made sense and then I knew that I could act on the feelings that I’d developed for you, the need that I had for you.”

  “And how long have these ‘feelings’ been developing? How long have you been spying on me, jerk?”

  “Please, sit down. I’m going to tell you everything.”

  “No. No. No. I’m going to stand and you’re going to tell me everything. And you’re the one who’s going to stay seated.”

  “As you wish.”

  “Oh, I wish alright. I wish I never met you.”

  I crack.

  This has just all been too much and seconds later I feel his arms around me and no matter how hard I pound my fists into his chest he won’t let me go.

  I pound my feet onto the ground and he lifts me up. “I can’t have you kicking that teacup and hurting your foot,” he says.

  I hate him and I don’t at the same time.

  I need his touch and I need to push him away. There’s no middle ground, nowhere to run, and nowhere to turn to.

  The tears come down and he carries me into the bedroom, setting me down on fresh bed sheets and I cry myself to sleep in his arms, wishing he’d let go, but instead I just let all thoughts go and drift off into the abyss.

  CHAPTER 21

  Ivan

  I know she hates me, but I know things will be different when she hears the truth…the full story.

  I stay at the simple wooden table in the kitchen the rest of the evening and into the night, past midnight, and into the early morning hours.

  Finally, in the absolute still of the night I hear a creak on the floor and then see her enter the kitchen.

  “Hey,” she says softly.

  “Hey.” I want to tell her everything, but I know I need to give her space too. She feels she’s been violated, rightly so, and things need to move on her terms now.

  The worst possible thing would be if I lost her, and right now I’m dangerously close, even though all that will change once she knows my reasons…and the truth.

  “Can I get some water?”

  “Of course,” I say, getting up quickly and pumping some water from the well into a big pitcher.

  I pour her a glass and watch her tip it back with two hands. The size difference between the two of us is incredible. It’s almost like the Ukrainian boxer Wladimir Klitschko and Hayden Panettiere.

  She sets it down on the table and starts off with a, “What’cha got for me?”

  That’s my feisty firecracker.

  I pull out a seat for her and this time she takes it.

  I reach for her hands, taking the tiny ones in mine and bringing them to my mouth, kissing the backs of them. “I’m sorry.”

  She gives the smallest of nods as if to say, “I hear you, go ahead.”

  “I was invited to speak at the conference. I’ve been to conferences in and out of Russia before so it wasn’t a big deal. I didn’t smell anything fishy, as the expression goes, but I am a cyber security expert and I have a past, which I will reveal to you in a few moments, which also means it’s absolutely necessary to protect myself at all times.

  “I hacked into the conference system and got the list of all the participants, speakers, and any other attendees. I uploaded that file into what’s known as a scrubber and nothing came out irregular. So far so good.

  “I decided to scan the list, as I would normally do even after the scrubber checked, and saw one of the attendees was from Jupiter in Florida.

  “Jupiter wasn’t interesting to me because it was also a planet, it was interesting to me because my right-hand man, my silent co-founder, also spent some time in Jupiter years ago.

  “It was a huge warning flag for me to back out of the conference, but I just couldn’t.

  “I researched your name and immediately realized you were who I thought you were…

  “…my co-founder’s daughter.

  “I wondered why you would be coming from the States to Russia for a conference when there are so many in your own country.

  “I wondered was this a setup or something?”

  “Why would it be a setup?” she asks.

  “Because, what I promised to tell you a moment ago I will tell you now. This is your story.”

  Her head recoils and her chin turns as she looks at me with a sense of shock and curiosity.

  “Your father, the man you’ve been searching for, and your mother were both SVR spies in the U.S. They were sent there as a fake couple with the intention of infiltrating American society and gathering information for the Russian government twenty-two years ago.

  “Upon their arrival your mother quickly became pregnant. She told her station chief who told Moscow. The Kremlin was furious and demanded your father return to Russia. They pulled him out before he knew your mother was pregnant, but they left her there so she could have an American born baby, a citizen, and then could much easily secure citizenship for herself in order to raise you. It also made her look more normal, so to speak, and would help her infiltrate this Florida community that was popular with wealthy and influential Americans.

  “When your father returned I met with him in Moscow. It took me a long time to convince him to see me but finally he relented. He was very nervous about his fate, as he should have been, and was worried meeting with me might cause me harm.

  “I told him I was his friend through thick and thin and his troubles were my troubles, and as it turned out that’s exactly what happened.

  “A man approached us in a cafe in Moscow and fired three shots in our direction. We were both hit, but we both survived.

  “You father fled to Tel Aviv shortly thereafter and went into hiding, changing his name of course and never contacting his fake wife, your mother, again.”

  “Your company is based in…”

  “That’s right. I followed him soon thereafter. After we both assumed new identities, we are hackers after all, we established the company which I run today, under the name Ivan Volkov, which I consider to be my real name now. The past is the past and I’m only concerned about the future, our future. That’s why I’m telling you this, although originally when I saw your name I thought maybe someone was coming after me, or him.”

  “So you got my flight information and then showed up at the airport.”

  “Exactly. I offered you a Wi-Fi hotspot, which you connected to thinking it was the airport’s, and from there there wasn’t much else I didn’t do that was an invasion of your privacy. I broke into your room and installed cameras and backdoors on your computer to see if you were working in cooperation with the Kremlin to take me, or your father down. I also didn’t know if you even knew who your father was, but after I did a pretty good scan of your computer I found you’ve been looking for him your entire life, or at least what I can gather from the Google searches you made when you were signed into your account.”

  “What else did you find out about me?”

  “That you’re the most beautiful woman in the world and I can’t live without you.”

  “That doesn’t make any sense.”

  “When you arrived you were just a target, someone to assess and determine your threat level, but the moment I laid eyes on you everything changed. Did I continue with my plan? Yes. But something much bigger than this plan happened, and that was me falling for you.”

  Her look softens as she realizes I am sincere, one hundred percent at that.

  “But I will finish this story so you know what’s going on and where we are now.”

  “Okay,” she says.

  “So twenty-two years ago your parents arrive. Your dad is pulled out and then a year later you’re born. On the final day of 1999 Putin becomes the acting president. He was basically hand picked by Boris Yeltsin. You have to remember the system here is very much crony capitalism.”

  “Russ
ia isn’t really capitalist.”

  “We’re more capitalist than your country because everything is for sale, unfortunately.”

  She lifts her eyebrows at the revelation that my words are true.

  “What happened with your father and I happened under Yeltsin, but that didn’t mean we were in the clear when Putin took over. We were happy where we were in Israel and decided to stay put.