Her Russian Millionaire (BWWM Romance Book 1)

by Scarlett Mallam

  He gave her one more lick before she pulled him on top of her, biting into his neck. She grabbed his penis and shoved it inside her pussy, her fingers lingering, twisting the clit. He kissed her, one hand squeezing her breast, the other one holding her neck. His hips moved back and forth, he was slow but hard inside her, going deep. She trembled, holding his ass, her feet up to the ceiling. Luke was beginning to go faster, which meant the fun was almost over.

  Which wouldn’t do.

  Tasha forced him out, pulling him up on the bed. His penis was right at her face, and she sucked it, slowly, going back and forth, as Luke reached down, twisting her pussy. She wriggled again, but kept at it, giving him time to relax a little, which hardly worked. He pushed her back then, his fingers still inside her, and crawled back. The next moment she felt his cock inside her again, seemingly even bigger and harder. He held her face, looking into her eyes as he picked up pace, going harder and deeper.

  Tasha felt his muscles flex with every motion, as she kissed him, biting his lip. She came first, freezing for a moment and then trembling several times, twisting his nipples. Luke pulled out, moaning with her, and she stroked his cock until he came, showering her belly and breasts with hot cum. She pulled him up and took his penis, sucking the last of it out.

  He kissed her on the lips afterwards and crashed next to her, caressing her body. They were panting and wet, almost steaming, holding each other, already desiring to go at it again.

  In the end, they went to the shower together and did it there, hot water pouring onto them. They climaxed together and washed each other, kissing. They went to bed without drying off that night and slept in each other’s arms.

  Chapter 6

  Luke was the first one to wake up, and he went downstairs to make breakfast, while Tasha stayed in bed, basking in the morning sun, waiting for him to return. She woke up sweaty, the sun pouring into the room through the open windows. She turned in the bed, throwing the blanket aside, sprawling and stretching. Her thighs ached, but that ache was welcome. She recalled last night in her mind, and noticed the wine bottle was on the nightstand, untouched. But that wasn’t the part she was recalling, of course.

  She remembered Luke’s touch, his lips, his hands… She remembered how they slept in each other’s arms, kissing whenever one of them had to turn. And the sex! Both on the bed and in the shower… It was mind-blowing. Unbelievable. It hadn’t been a dream, either. Kelly would lose her mind when she heard!

  Tasha got out of bed, naked and still a bit sweaty, and walked to the open balcony doors. A light breeze greeted her outside, sending goose bumps all over her body. The house, she realized, stood on the very edge of the coast. There was a well looked after lawn for a backyard with a narrow strip of white sand beyond it, with wooden steps leading onto a dock. A small motorboat was tied to it, wallowing, its starboard hitting against tires. A few sailboats were out in the Bay, moving slowly, and Tasha could see other houses along the coast, but no people.

  She waited for Luke a little longer, and when he didn’t return, decided to go downstairs to help him out (perhaps with more than just the breakfast). She put on her underwear, but didn’t bother with anything else. She hoped there wouldn’t be any surprise family members or a housekeeper downstairs to turn the morning into a bad comedy.

  There weren’t.

  Tasha walked down the stairs gracefully, unconsciously mimicking, and perfectly, every fashion commercial ever. Luke was in the kitchen, an iPad propped on the counter, watching a cooking tutorial. Without looking up at her (his loss, Tasha thought) he said, “I have to confess something to you. The only thing I can cook is meat.”

  Tasha stopped in the middle of the room, waiting for him to notice her. When he did, Luke dropped everything and made his way to her in three broad strides. He picked her up and sat her up on the counter, his lips on her neck.

  She whispered, “Maybe you don’t need to cook anything…”

  Luke kissed her breast, and then went down on her, and took her right there on the counter, raining kisses on her throughout. It was fast, hard and passionate. They started on the counter, then, unaware of it, moved on to the couch, where they both came at the same time, but went for a while longer.

  “Can we never leave this house, please?” Luke asked, lying next to her on soft leather, his face in the curve of her neck.

  “I’d like nothing more, Luke. But we have to at least get off the couch. I’m a bit hungry.”

  She kissed him, and they went back to the kitchen. Both of their clothes were left behind on the floor. Tasha opened the fridge, which was stuffed with food, but none of it was immediately edible. She wasn’t much of a cook in the first place, and cooking now seemed like torture! They ended up making eggs and eating them with coffee, before going upstairs to dress, meaning to go out.

  They were holding hands, and as they neared the bedroom, both sped up. They didn’t need words – the bed was a magnet. They were already naked, too, which helped. They made love again, slower this time, and took a shower together, same way as last night. Tasha thoroughly enjoyed that way of doing things.

  Once again they opted for the convertible, but this time Luke offered Tasha to drive. She climbed behind the wheel eagerly. She’d never driven a Ferrari before! Once again she noticed the fine smell and overall feel of the car. It was soft to the touch, like an expensive handbag, but everything screamed of precise and uncompromising technology. She pressed a large red button on the steering wheel with words Engine Start/Stop on it, and the engine purred. It was a deep, feral sound, otherworldly, compared to regular cars Tasha was used to. She backed out of the driveway and drove carefully down the narrow street. The car was obviously built for speed, but Tasha liked driving it slowly, as if she was taming the beast.

  Luke showed the way to the restaurant, which turned out to be at a country club just ten minutes away. The curb was lined with cars, but none of them looked expensive. It was good. Tasha parked at the end of the street, and Luke pressed a button to bring up the hard top. It buzzed close, and they stepped out and walked hand in hand into the restaurant.

  The main space was under a marquee, with sofas and glass tables all around, and they sat down in the center of it. They ordered proper breakfast, and Luke put one hand around her. They talked whispering, mostly exchanging their impressions regarding the previous night and the morning.

  She was falling for Luke; there was no question about it. It wasn’t his money – that she didn’t care about in the least – and it wasn’t just the sex. Granted, the sex was amazing, but there were feelings, a connection established between them, which were hard to put into words. Tasha dared not call it ‘love’ just yet, but it was very close. When she was with him she felt safe and confident. She’d always been confident on her own, but there was always loneliness associated with it. Now, she had found her second half, a partner and a companion. One who cherished her and understood her values.

  At the same time, Luke, with his lifestyle and worldview, was different enough to bring balance and variety into her life. He was funny and smart, exactly the kind of man Tasha had always been looking for. The fact that he kept some things from her didn’t worry her, either. Everyone was entitled to their secrets, and surely a man in his position would have his fair share of them. What was worrisome was the thought of him being in some kind of danger. Could it be that those ‘clients’ were not respectable businessmen, to put it politely?

  “Would you like champagne?” Luke asked. “I hear that’s what the rich drink in the morning!”

  “Like you wouldn’t know! But no, I’m good. Thank you.”

  They ate, and the food was delicious! Afterwards they ordered dessert and coffee, and talked some more.

  Luke was still secretive about the past, but this time he revealed that it was his father’s idea for him to go into the financial business. His first longing was the sea. He wanted to become a sailor, perhaps make a trip around the world with a small crew, but his father
’s clinic was in New York, and the way he raised Luke – home and family was the most important thing. Tasha supposed it had something to do with Luke’s mother leaving them, and that she could well understand. Her own family wasn’t as strong. They weren’t close, anyway, even her cousins who lived on the same street rarely spoke.

  It was another way Luke would compliment her. She could sense he was serious when talking about family ties, and she thought he would make for a great, loyal husband. She was already imagining their life together in the city or in the Hamptons house. Days filled with business, nights filled with love.

  “Do you miss her, your mother?” Tasha asked – she thought it was appropriate.

  “I don’t remember her. My dad has one photograph of them, a yellowish Polaroid. She’s pretty, but I… I don’t see her as my mother. Just some girl my dad used to hang out with.”

  “Have you tried searching?”

  “Not really. It was my dad. He was bitter at her at the time, and he was strongly against it. He said ‘Screw her’, and I agree. I won’t come running.” After a pause, he added, “There was time when I did want to find her. I thought it would make things right. I thought it would make him a better man.”

  “Was it when he disappeared?”

  Luke looked away, tense and sorrowful. “Yes. And, well, I didn’t become a better man.”

  “Hey!” She held his hand. “You did make it, Luke. You are a better man!”

  He only smiled and kissed her temple.

  ”Thank you, Tasha, you are sweet.”

  She kissed him back. The dessert arrived, but before getting to it, Tasha excused herself. She needed a few minutes to process what she’d heard. Luke was obviously very sad inside, she could feel it, but she didn’t want to come off as pitying. She knew men were sensitive to that kind of thing, especially successful men. She wanted to help him, but the only way to do that would be to be by his side. To listen and ask questions. Therapy, essentially, but much needed one. It wouldn’t hurt her, either - it’d been years since she talked to anyone besides Kelly about personal stuff.

  “Excuse me,” said the man she bumped into in the narrow hallway that led to the ladies room. He stopped, sizing her up. Tasha stared. He was a whole ten inches taller than her, and smelled strongly of expensive cologne. He wore a nice suit, all black and too hot for the weather, and his shoulders were taking up most of the hallway. He could’ve been somebody’s driver or a bodyguard, or… both! She remembered! It was the man from the pier! His eyes were dark and emotionless, and he stared her down.

  She squeezed past him and disappeared into the ladies room, somewhat safe. She locked herself in a stall and waited. There was no sound outside; the man obviously wouldn’t go looking for her. Still, it was unsettling. Paranoia crawled into her thought. They were after them, right there in the restaurant, probably already at the table. The tall man would be standing at the table, and the short one, the passenger, would be sitting opposite Luke. Would there be a gun under the table? Probably not. That would be too much like a gangster movie. But what if they were armed? Would they follow them home in the pitch black Mercedes? Would they invite themselves in? The house was a remote enough location for them to do whatever they wanted without anyone having a clue.

  She was positively scared.

  Once she’d calmed down she took care of business and refreshed her makeup. What was she thinking? Gangsters, guns… She reminded herself of Kelly – seeing things where nothing was to be seen. Or was there?

  She stepped out of the bathroom and peaked into the room. She was afraid of seeing their table empty, Luke gone with the thugs.

  But he was there just as she’d left him. Tasha breathed out and walked towards the table, looking around. She saw no one suspicious.

  One thing was different, however: Luke had a whiskey glass next to his untouched dessert. He took a sip as Tasha sat down. She was getting nervous again.

  “What happened?” she asked.

  “What do you mean?” he asked in turn, but she saw he was faking. She gave him a look. He said, “Okay, look, don’t be concerned-”

  “I’m already concerned. Some giant was stalking me.”

  “He what?” His fingers tightened around the glass. “I swear…”

  “Nothing happened, Luke. But… something is happening, and you need to tell me what it is.”

  “Let me finish the drink, alright? You’ll be driving.”

  Tasha ate dessert while he drank the whiskey, and neither of them spoke. There were no gangsters with them in the restaurant, as far as Tasha could see, and when they went outside, there was no pitch-black Mercedes parked anywhere near the place.

  Tasha drove cautiously, watching the rearview mirrors. They weren’t followed, of course. Nobody would invite themselves into the house with them, nothing like that. Tasha even smirked at the thought, but Luke didn’t echo it.

  His phone rang.

  “Yes? Are you out of your mind? I’ve told you already- Yes. As agreed. No, it’s the last time. Let’s put it this way: if I see the boys stalking me again, scaring my woman, I will take action. I’d like to see you try!” He hung up. Grunted. “I’m sorry you had to hear that. I just… can’t take it anymore. I won’t.”

  She put a hand on his knee. “Relax. Let’s get home. You will tell me everything there. We’ll think of something.”

  They were home soon, safe in the driveway. Tasha stopped for a moment before going inside: all was quiet. She listened intently, but heard no car, and did not see any, either. Nobody was coming. And if they were? She was confident Luke would take care of it. They would take care of it together.

  They entered the house and locked the door. Luke punched a code in the panel on the wall, and it beeped. He didn’t have to tell her it was the alarm system. Tasha didn’t know how reliable those were, but guessed such a neighborhood had its own response group, which would be in the driveway in a matter of minutes. She hoped so.

  Now that they were inside she felt claustrophobic. Worried again, as if they’d locked themselves inside. She wanted to jump back into the sports car and drive away fast, but remembered the man from Central Park. They were everywhere. Wherever Luke was – they would follow him.

  He held her. “It’s okay. Come on, let’s have a drink.”

  “God, yes.”

  He made himself whiskey with ice, and brimmed a wine glass for Tasha. They drank in silence.

  “There’s no reason to worry,” Luke said. “Really, no one is coming.”

  Tasha raised a hand to stop him and drank the wine. “I don’t even want to think about it. You…”

  “Then don’t. Not much to think about.”

  They drank some more, both getting drunk, both happy about it. They calmed down, relaxed. Tasha even smiled once, looking at him. All trouble was forgotten already, as their eyes locked. She set the glass down, and Luke’s was empty. He walked around the counter and took her into her arms.

  She whispered, “This does not exempt you from telling me the truth, Luke.”

  “No, of course not,” he whispered back.

  In a clumsy dance they made their way upstairs, leaving behind a trail of clothes. They made love twice, fast, greedily, sobering up by the end of it. They walked up on the balcony to bathe in the sun and finally talk things out.

  “So. Where do I even begin?”

  “I don’t know. Where does it begin?”

  “With my dad, of all things.”

  “Tell me.”

  He led her back inside and downstairs, picking up clothes on their way. Once dressed, they settled at the kitchen counter, and Tasha picked up the glass where she left off. Luke said, “He was a doctor, my dad, remember? It’s a classic story, really. A friend from his time back in Italy called him up one day and said he needed a favor. Naturally, my dad agreed. Ten minutes later the friend came over to the clinic and dragged some guy through the doors. The guy was shot. My dad told them to go into the operating room.” Luke po
ured himself a drink. It was hard for him to talk about the matter. Tasha was sure he’d never shared the story with anyone. He continued, “As you’ve gathered, I’m sure, they were with the Mafia, and the guy got shot during an altercation. And just like that-” Luke snapped his fingers “-my dad was the mob doctor.”

  He paused, waiting for Tasha’s reaction. She said, “Go on.”

  “He got in deep with them in a matter of months. At first out of necessity, later - because the money was good. As they built trust, their boss, Vincenzi, took my dad on a roll. The Mafia brought in more cash then the legal part of his business. After hours operations cost even more, and the Mafia was generous. Then illegal substances got mixed in. Drugs.”

  “Was it when he disappeared?”

  Luke looked up. “Yeah. I guess he refused, and Mafia doesn’t like that. I was in university by then, studying banking and finance. It was my dad’s idea, he thought I could leave the city, start a business, which I did, of course, only I never really left. When he went missing those same guys came bearing condolences. And a deal.”

  Cogs were turning in Tasha’s head, figuring out everything. Suddenly it felt like she could see right through Luke’s whole life. Pieces fell into place.

  “They said my father was a very valuable man, and that Vincenzi saw it as his duty to see to my education. They paid for university, helped me start a small business. I was naïve at the time, thought it was all over.” Luke laughed humorlessly. “Little did I know it was only the beginning.”

  He gulped his whiskey with no pleasure, like bitter medicine.

  “They gave me money for my first business, a small import company, dealing with Asian countries. It expanded rapidly, but not a year had passed when I received the first call from the boss. A favor. He asked if my firm could pick up a package from his friend in Vietnam.”