by Raven Scott
His eyes glittered brightly at my reply, and Igra captured my lips firmly. Cupping my cheek, he slipped his tongue into my mouth.
My taste buds tingled at the passion in his kiss. Twisting to straddle his lap, I flung my arms around his neck with a low moan. Greedy hands pushed up my night shirt, and I shuddered when his chest hairs brushed my nipples. Dropping the shirt on the floor carelessly, Igra laid back and rolled to pin me underneath him as his kiss deepened. His lips ravaged mine, and I gasped in delight when he nestled between my legs.
“You’re so sweet—” Trailing hot, wet kisses down my neck, Igra caressed my chest and sucked my nipple hungrily. “You’re worth it, malen’kaya ptitsa. You are worth it.”
20
Yelene
“O-oh-h! Yes. . .!” Slopping kisses down the valley of my breasts, Igra ground against my core with deep rolls of his hips. Burying my hands in his hair, they had a mind of their own as they pushed him down. Chapped lips dragged down my abdomen, as I gasped and shuddered when he kissed me through my panties.
“I’m the first to taste you, malen’kaya ptitsa.”
Goosebumps washed my thighs when Igra inhaled deeply, sucking the warmth from my skin.
Growling low in his throat, he hooked his thumbs under my panties to draw them down.
Need and nervousness mingled in my blood in equal measure, and I clutched at the thin sheets beneath us with white-knuckle tightness.
Dark eyes glimmering with desire caught mine when Igra pulled my panties from around my ankles, and he draped himself over me to kiss me hard. The passion of his lips stole my breath, and I whimpered when he palmed both my thighs. Spreading my legs as wide as they could go, he sucked both my nipples before licking and sucking down along my abdomen.
Fire pooled in my belly when Igra stared directly at my core, his palms sliding up my thighs. His thumbs spread my folds, and I clenched automatically as embarrassment stained my cheeks and curled my toes. Ducking close to my skin, his eyes met mine over my mound, and a hard shudder jerked my shoulders when he dragged the tip of his nose over my sensitive, bare skin.
“You smell so good.” Purring silkily, Igra blew sharply on my clit.
My gasp caught in my throat. Flopping my head back, I held the sheets tighter, and my heart beat furiously in expectation. Excitement flooded my system when he groaned, and pressure built behind my eyes. Sucking in a sharp breath when the tip of his tongue teased my entrance, I clenched my teeth together until they ached. His hungry sound rushed up my front, and he lipped my clit before sucking it into his mouth.
“Ah-h…” Pleasure swarmed inside me, the coil in my abdomen tightening as Igra swirled my clit with his tongue. Sweat gathered between my breasts and my hands shot up to grip the pillow above me. Rolling my hips against his mouth in wanton need, a guttural moan ripped from deep in my chest when he slipped his tongue into my channel.
Satisfied grunts and faint squelches rose up from between my thighs, and Igra licked up my slit with all of his tongue.
Euphoria shot down my back and legs, as I ground against him with absolutely no shame. Cracking my eyes open, colorful spots dotted the edges of my vision. Panting harshly, blood drummed in my ears as he suckled my clit.
The heat of his palm left my thigh, and I choked on my gasp when Igra probed my entrance with two fingers. His digits coated in my juices as he pleasured me, his teeth grazing to send shocks up my abdomen. I bucked uncontrollably, and he shoved both fingers deep into my channel to curl sharply. Clamping down on him, my pussy ached with need so close to being fulfilled.
“Fuck—” Slurring thickly, Igra’s groan echoed in my ears above the drumming, and he kissed up my body to capture my lips ravenously.
Our kiss was wild, the taste of him and me sending me into a frenzy as he pumped his fingers. The overwhelming pleasure of it made me quake, and I reached between us to push down his boxers. Tiny tears leaked down to my ears, but I couldn’t focus on anything other than him as his weight settled on me.
Palming his hot, hard cock, I shivered in carnal delight when he thrust into my hand. Igra’s tongue wrapped around mine, and he wiggled his fingers in my channel before leaving me empty. A tiny whine escaped the seal of our mouths as he swatted away my hand to rub the bulbous head of his cock between my folds. My heart almost stopped beating, and I couldn’t breathe as he braced his forearms on either side of my head.
Slowly, arduously, Igra inched the head of his cock past my entrance, and I grappled his shoulders with my nails. Discomfort shocked my sensitive parts, and the bridge of my nose tingled wildly when he tore his lips from mine. Deeper and deeper, his cock stretched my pussy and sent a potent mix of pleasure and unease through my veins. Craning my neck against the sensation, I managed a wheeze of a breath only when Igra’s hips pressed firmly against mine.
“Does it hurt?” he asked softly.
I gasped when he pulled back, and my knees jerked up to send shooting, tingly pain all the way to my toes. Straightening my legs awkwardly around his, I shook my head when the surge subsided. Anxiety only intensified the pleasure as Igra thrust into me.
He blew a gust of a breath that rolled down my cheeks. “Breathe, my malen’kaya ptitsa.”
“I can’t—” My squeak burned my throat.
Igra’s hard, muscular body stiffened against mine. He pulled back again and thrust.
My whole body became taut as I covered my face with both my hands. “H- oh-h…” My fingers crept up into my hair, and I tugged the strands in a futile, mindless effort to relieve the pressure in my head. Igra pushed himself from his elbows to his palms, and I sputtered a weak inhale when his cock slipped out of me fully. Shuffling closer, he hooked his elbows under my knees, and I trembled in expectation.
The cry that burst from me when he pushed forward again, and stretched my pussy was a sound I’d never made before. He grabbed both my breasts to squeeze tight, and I lost myself under wave after wave of pleasure. Clenching around his cock, my cum dribbled between my butt cheeks as he thrust deep and slow. Igra set a hard, steady pace.
“Fuck-k…” Writhing under the euphoria that slammed into me, my eyes rolled back, and Igra thrust sharper. Undulating wildly around his cock, I shuddered when he tilted his hips. The waves died down enough for me to gasp for air, and Igra propped his hands on either side of my head. Ducking to capture my mouth, he thrust harder.
I quaked under him as my knees clung to his sides. “I’m— I’m gon-na—” My words were crushed between our tongues, and Igra’s grunt clogged my throat. Pleasure fogged my mind, and I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold him closer. Soft squelches heightened the symphony of our moans, and he pummeled that spot deep inside me. Tearing my mouth away, my cry echoed around the room as I exploded.
Cum splattered my thighs and his abdomen as Igra thrust with abandon. Hard snaps of his hips rocked my body, and I clamped down on his cock. Arching off the bed, I buried my shriek in his muscular chest. All the tension in my body snapped, and he filled my channel until it was almost painful as he rode my orgasm.
“Cum all over my cock, Yelene— Yes-s, malen’kaya ptitsa.” With a quickness I wasn’t prepared for, Igra pulled out of my aching pussy to shove his face there. Licking and sucking wildly, he lapped up my juices as his tongue drove me higher.
Closing his head in my thighs, I writhed as moans and whines escaped me without care for volume. Clammy palms pinched and tugged my nipples lightly, and I shivered violently under his vicious attentions. “Oh-h my God! Oh—!” Scrunching up my face as it threatened to melt, the pressure on my chest released to surge down.
Igra’s satisfied groans morphed into voraciousness and he swiped my clit with deft fingers.
Exhaustion slammed into me when I came down, but Igra didn’t stop even for a second as I wheezed for breath. This time, he wasn’t slow, and his cock stretched my pussy to tearing.
Slapping my hands on my mouth to muffle to squeal, I jolted from the slight, stinging bite.
He ducked his head, his groans becoming higher as they breached his chapped lips. Pulling out halfway, Igra growled and grunted as his heat flooded my pussy.
Shock hit me square in the face, and I held myself very still as he pumped his hips. His cum dribbled out of me and down to the sheets, and I tensed at how much there seemed to be. For a long moment, he was still, huffing heavily, and I blinked hard before he lifted his eyes to me. I managed a shallow, fiery breath.
Igra propped his forearms on either side of my head to pry my hands from my mouth. “How’d it feel?”
Sucking in a sharp inhale through my nose when Igra pulled out of my channel, my eyes boggled slightly from the sudden emptiness. His half-flaccid cock burned against my thigh.
He peeled back stray hair from my cheek and forehead. He didn’t seem impatient for an answer.
I licked my lips heavily in preparation. “G-great…?”
Amusement tilted his lips at my croak.
I gulped down the dense lump in my throat. “W-what now?”
“Now, we can lay here for a few minutes, if you want.”
I nodded dumbly.
Igra rolled off me to lay on his side and prop his cheek on his palm. Tenderly stroking my cheek, he just kept smiling at me. “You don’t have to. You can take a shower, or we can watch something on TV. I prefer basking.”
“Um—okay.” Awkwardness clung to my ribs as I didn’t know what else to say, and I turned my gaze to the ceiling. Basking— what did that even mean? “I’ll take a shower. Yeah.”
21
Igra
Frowning darkly through the peephole, I pulled open the door to my apartment. The delivery person held out a receipt for me to sign, and confusion knit my brows as I scanned it. There was no way to know who’d sent me these groceries piled at my feet, but I could hazard a guess.
Wordlessly, the delivery guy took the signed receipt.
I leaned on the door frame to cross my arms and rub my chin thoughtfully.
“What’s that?”
Glancing over my shoulder, I shrugged lightly as Yelene poked her head out of the kitchen. I grabbed the bags to shuffle my way backwards, kicking the door closed.
She stepped out in just her panties and a loose, thin shirt. “Someone gave you groceries?”
“Someone did.” I dropped the half a dozen bags on the kitchen table and sat down. “You never did cook for me, malen’kaya ptitsa.”
Yelene started rifling through them. “I’ll make poached egg and potatoes?”
Grunting in agreement, I frowned at the bags and scratched my jaw. I hadn’t thought about feeding myself in a long time, and I couldn’t help but be miffed.
“What’s wrong?”
“I appreciate the groceries but not the message behind them.” I sat back to sigh. “I don’t want anything from Ophelia, and I’m pretty sure this was her.”
Yelene blew raspberries at my foolishness. “You don’t want lunch, then?” She laughed when I scoffed.
A strange sense of normalcy settled on my shoulders. Yelene had a pretty, soft laugh, and my lips quirked up.
“Why are you grumpy about free food? You don’t have to read into it. Ignorance is bliss, right?”
“Since you’re the one cooking it, I suppose I can accept it.” My dramatic sigh earned me another giggle as she pulled items out of bags. “Only for you, though.”
“You’re wonderful.” This was the first time Yelene said something with any bright emotion behind it— she was being flirty, smiley and bubbly.
I wasn’t sure if it was because of the sex, or the conversation that led to it. Even her hair seemed more fluffed despite still being damp. A bone deep satisfaction eased the tension between my shoulders while she worked on displaying everything on the counter.
Why am I never enough? When I blinked, Yelene’s face flashed from her own mournful words, and my heart ached for her. She’d been abandoned by everyone but was simultaneously tied to me by force. The only reason she’s open to this— us— is because of that slip of paper.
If she had to be open on her own, without the shield of ‘force’, I had no doubt Yelene would push me away. And why wouldn’t she, after all she’d been through? Her parents were beyond her control, but Ophelia—
That bitch had broken Yelene’s trust far worse than simply not finding the right time to tell her about her parents. No, Ophelia lied to her face over and over again. She probably never had any intention of facing the repercussions of those lies. If Erik hadn’t blurted out the truth, Ophelia would’ve probably forgotten to say anything at all.
“Hey, Igra?”
Glancing up, I grunted lowly in acknowledgment.
Yelene braced her palms on my knees to lean in so close that the bridge of my nose tingled. “Are you okay? Do you not like poached eggs?”
“I would like anything you put in front of me, malen’kaya ptitsa.”
She blushed fiercely, straightening to rush back to what she was doing.
Amusement filled me. “I don’t know if it’ll be good, but I do know I’ll like it.”
“S-shut up. I’m a great cook.”
Her grumbling shot down to my stomach to roll excitedly, I licked my lips as she pulled out a box of potatoes. I stretched my legs, curling over the back of the chair to swing my arms. My sternum and back cracked lightly, and I rolled my shoulders absently.
Yelene was poking around my kitchen cabinets with a quizzical expression.
“Do you like how the kitchen is set up?”
Pausing at my question, Yelene cast me a curious look as she slowly closed one of the top cabinets.
They were all bare; I had been gone for damn near a year, and my father most likely had someone come in to keep the place up. “I know some people like a lot of counter space, and others like a big stovetop—what do you like?”
“I like it how it is,” she replied.
Is she just placid all the time? The thought raced through my head so fast I barely caught it.
Yelene climbed up onto the counter to pop open the small cabinets above the stove. “Oh, what’s this?”
Interest sparked in me as I stared up at it.
Yelene couldn’t reach it even after half her arm disappeared into the cabinet. Holding her thighs, I pushed her up a little, and she gave a small ‘aha’ and the scraping of something heavy and hard against wood.
Helping her sit on the counter, I squinted at the rather large, wooden box that I’d never seen before. “I don’t think I’ve ever opened those cabinets….” I personally, rarely cooked, and I wasn’t in this apartment much either. Up until he tried to kill me, Aleksander kept me around in Saint Petersburg for convenience. Turning the box face towards me, I flicked up the small, brass latch. The only adornment on the box was an inked seal on the front that I didn’t recognize.
Holding my breath as anticipation rampaged through my system, my brows rose with the top of the box. Inside were gems that glittered brightly.
Yelene’s breath hitched loudly.
It was like a scene out of a cartoon, where gold glowed from the box and sparkles shot from the sides of the interior. Scribbled on the top of the box was a list, but I closed it before reading any of the numbers.
“Wow—where do you think they’re from?” Breathlessly, Yelene’s whisper filled the kitchen.
I cleared my throat roughly. Shaking my head sharply, I took the box from her, and I could barely wrap my fingers the width of the bottom.
“What— what? We need to get rid of them, Igra. What if whoever put it there comes back for it?”
“If they wanted to, don’t you think they’d do it at any time in the past seven months?” I shook my head again, as my mind whirled from this development. “It wasn’t a secret I was gone, so whoever had put it here for me to find when I got back. Either that or it was written off as a loss by an incompetent and most likely deceased runner. Regardless of who or why, we can’t get rid of it, especially if no one knows about i
t but us.”
“Why keep it!” Her shrill question was laced with panicked confusion.
I reached to thumb Yelene’s bottom lip her pulse thrumming fast under my palm.
She scrunched up her nose at me in distaste. “Igra, no, you— you have to get rid of it before anyone finds out.”
“If we have to run, this will be our only means of money, malen’kaya ptitsa. Rubles are worthless as it is, and the conversion rates make it even worse. I don’t have enough independently to support flight to another country. Everything in my life is mostly paid for by my place in the family business, but I don’t make a lot, myself.”
She slumped lightly with a gasp, a dazed look on her delicate face.
“Please. Trust me when I say the benefits of this outweigh the risks, and that’s only off the top of my head.”
“B-but you said it yourself— you love Russia and don’t want to go anywhere else.”
Setting down the box, I cupped Yelene’s cheeks in both my palms.
She frowned deeply. “You hated America, and you won’t go back. Anatoly is the only one, right? So—”
“Just like with Aleksander, I doubt Anatoly and his little gang are going to nicely lay down in a row. Things are never as smooth as we hope they are—except your skin.” Rubbing her cheeks as they flushed pink, I smiled briefly before the seriousness of the box interrupted our moment. “I won’t like to, but it’s best to prepare for the worst and hope for the best. There’s a huge margin in between, though, that has to be considered. Even if we don’t end up running, this much money will come in handy.”
“Oh. You thought of all that?”
It struck me just how vulnerable Yelene was, constantly on guard—constantly worried. In her eyes shimmered hope that I, with all the expectation of her world, would help her and not ask anything of her in return. Or if I did want something, it was something she’d be more than willing to give. How much she was willing to give depended on where I made the decision to take. “Enough of that for now. Let’s focus on lunch. We can worry about this another day when we’re not so hungry.” Grabbing the box, I stepped back. “I’ll go put this away. If you’re missing anything, we can still go out and get whatever you want.”