by K. J. Dahlen
Her hands went to the neckline of his shirt and she ripped it open. Buttons flew everywhere and her hands roamed his chest. When she brushed his nipples, Misha moaned. She spread tiny kisses all along his jaw and neck. She opened her mouth and placed it over the artery at the base of his neck. She felt his heartbeat as it pulsed through his veins and she had to smile as the increased rate.
Then her lips moved down to his chest. He had some interesting ink there too. She would explore that later. Zeta almost felt high just from being so close to this man. She hungrily tasted his sweat and his scent surrounded her as his hands gripped her hips tightly. She moved over to his nipples and she tentatively licked his hard button.
Misha groaned at the touch of her tongue on his skin. All the blood rushed to his cock and he dry humped her core.
His hands left her hips as he began tearing her clothes off her body. Her shirt went flying then her bra. His mouth clamped down on her bare breasts. She groaned as he began suckling her nipples. Then his hand tore at her jeans and soon she was bare. He lifted her up and held her while he nibbled his way down her belly. When he inhaled her aroma, he latched on to her core. She was wet from arousal and he couldn’t wait to taste her.
He twisted around and laid her on her back. He widened her legs and took a moment to look at her. Her core was wet and pink. He could smell her and he leaned forward to lick her.
She moaned and whimpered when she felt his tongue on her skin. Then he felt it again and again. His big fingers invaded her and she impaled herself on his digits.
“I need you inside me, more of you,” she whispered. “Please take me.”
Misha pushed himself up and tugged off his pants and boxers. When he joined her again, his skin was hot against hers. He crushed her lips and she could taste herself as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. He grabbed her legs and pulled them apart as he pushed the head of his cock into her.
Zeta tensed as she expected him to slam inside her but he didn’t. He eased his girth into her gently. She looked up into his eyes and saw the emotion in them. He knew and understood he was big and he didn’t want to hurt her.
She threw her legs around his waist and hooked her ankles together pulling him in deep. Misha groaned. He began moving in and out of her and with each thrust he went deeper and harder. She had almost reached nirvana when he pulled out and twisted her around on her hands and knees. He slammed into her from behind and Zeta screamed. His hand went to cover her mouth and he prayed she hadn’t woken her daughter.
He thrust into her again and again, as he just could not get enough. He felt her body tighten and he was right there with her. When he felt her clamp down on him he slammed into her one more time then flooded her with his cum. As he emptied inside herm he felt something akin to what he felt the first time he came inside her. A feeling of freedom and rightness flooded his being and he grew lightheaded with it. He crushed her underneath him and for a moment, he couldn’t move.
Zeta felt him cover her and she reveled in his possession. When he finally moved off of her she groaned in disappointment. He flopped down beside her and she turned her head to smile at him. “That w-was… awesome. Thank you.” She leaned forward and kissed him gently.
Misha grinned. “You say that as if you’ve never experienced making love before.”
“I guess I never have.”
Misha frowned. “But you slept with Lonnie didn’t you? You have a daughter.”
Zeta’s head fell forward and her curtain of red hair hid her face.
Misha reached up and brushed it away, so he could see her face.
Her cheeks were stained bright red and for a long moment, she didn’t say anything. “Yes I slept with Lonnie but only once and it wasn’t exactly what I would call nice.”
“What do you mean?”
“We’d only known each other a few days. It was our second date and he took me to this place he said he used when he was in town. The place was dirty and it smelled bad. Once inside the room, he pushed me toward the bed and began taking my clothes off. I didn’t really think we should do anything but he wasn’t listening to anything I was saying. He pushed me down on the dirty mattress and barely took the time to take off his own clothes. In fact, he barely pushed his jeans off before he pushed himself inside me. I screamed and he put his hand over my mouth. He pushed inside me maybe five or six times then he came. He pulled away and tucked himself back into his pants. He didn’t even care he’d been my first. He just growled at the sight of my blood. He told me to clean myself up and get out. That he had other women to see that day.”
Misha listened to her words and the rage inside him grew. “In other words, he raped you then threw you away.”
“I didn’t see him again for weeks and by then I realized I was carrying his baby. He saw me on the street and pulled over. He grabbed my wrist and asked if I was ready to talk yet. I told him I wasn’t going to cooperate with a man who wanted to tear my brother apart. That’s when he said he would see me in hell. I tried to tell him about the baby but that was something he didn’t want to hear. He said I was nothing but a whore and the baby wasn’t even his. He wasn’t going to be played then taken for a fortune in child support. He pushed me away from the car and I fell to the ground. He drove away leaving me behind.”
“If he wasn’t already dead I would kill him myself,” Misha swore through gritted teeth.
Zeta lifted her fingers and placed them over his mouth. “I wouldn’t know what to do without my daughter. She brought so much joy to my life I can’t regret what or how she came to be. Lonnie will never know what a joy his little girl is and for that, I almost feel sorry for him.”
“You pity the man who raped you?” Misha was astounded.
“I said almost,” Zeta clarified. “Out of his act of shitty behavior, she was born. I can’t regret that. She is my reason for waking up every morning and the one good thing that makes the rest of my life worthwhile.”
Misha’s rage fell away and he had to smile. “I couldn’t agree more, she is a wonderful little girl.”
“That is something Lonnie would never know about,” Zeta told him. “He was too busy and selfish to see what had been right in front of him, nor did he care.”
Misha let out a long sigh. “I’m not glad about what happened to you, but I am glad it brought you to me. It was meant to be, me finding you. Sleep now little one. Morning will come all too soon and bring its own challenges.”
Zeta looked at him. “I overheard your phone call. Is Ivan on his way here?”
Misha’s lips tightened. “That is regrettable as I do not want you to be so worried and stressed. But we aren’t sure exactly where he’s going. He escaped the prison, leaving behind his captured women and several of his hit squads. We have proof that he was running a slave ring all over Europe and South America. We are beginning to round up the players but we don’t have much time before they go underground. Ivan was last seen boarding a plane for parts unknown, but yes, we think he might be on his way here to find you, your brother and his friends. He has to close them down in order to get away with what he’s already done. He can’t afford to leave any witnesses behind if he hopes to stay a free man. My father thinks he’s arrogant enough to take you and yours out then escape us yet again.” Misha shrugged.
Zeta flopped over on her back and began rubbing her temples.
He looked over at her bare body and wanted to lick his lips as he stared at her. Her groan brought him back to the reality of what was going on. His desire died as he saw at the fear in her eyes. “He won’t ever get close enough to touch you. I promise you that,” Misha whispered as he pulled her into an embrace.
Zeta shuddered in his arms. “You Misha, are a good man. You make me feel safe and very much loved. I’ve never met anyone like you before and I doubt I ever will again. I don’t know how you heard Anya crying but I’m so very glad you did. I’m very glad you rescued us from certain death and you’ve brought me so much happiness in such a short tim
e. I’m not sure this is real but I’m hoping it is. You are one I can see being my happy ever after.” She moved her hand and brushed his lips with her own.
Misha flipped her over on her back and kissed her properly. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and felt her respond. He felt the rush of desire pulse through him and it amazed him that he wanted her so soon, all over again. But he also knew it had been a long day for both of them. He eased the kiss off. “I want you again and again, milaya devushka but we should try and get some sleep. We both need to be in top form tomorrow.” He flopped on his back and wrapped his arm around her bringing her close to him.
“Ok.” She settled her head on his chest and took the time to look at his body. He had more than a light mat of hair on his chest and the color was more silver than dark but she loved that fact. She didn’t need a boy, she needed a man. His tattoos were so beautiful on him too. She swirled her fingers over his taut skin. He was in better shape than most men she’d known. His chest and arms were well muscled.
She looked up at his face and noted the five o’clock stubble along his jawline. It too was a greying color and he had a touch of grey in his hair. But damn, it was so handsome on him.
She dared to reach out and run her fingers along his chest. She was barley touching him but he reached up and grabbed her wrist. His hold wasn’t painful but he held her hand above his skin. “Sweet girl, you’re playing with fire,” he whispered.
She leaned over him and looked him in the eyes. “I was just admiring your body. You put all the other men I’ve seen lately to shame. They are boys compared to you.”
Misha was extremely happy that she found his body pleasing. He wasn’t as young as he once was but he couldn’t help that. With age comes experience and he had plenty of that. He kissed her gently. “Sleep Malyshka, tomorrow is another day.”
Zeta laid on his chest and smiled as she settled in.
The sun wasn’t even up yet when Misha felt hot breath on his cock. It had been sleeping up to this point but when he felt her breath on his member, he couldn’t help himself. He felt all the blood rushing to his cock. He groaned as her mouth began licking and sucking him.
Without opening his eyes, he cradled the back of her head and pushed himself into her mouth. He groaned as she took him all the way to the back of her throat. His cock grew hard as he pumped into her mouth but he didn’t want to come down her throat, he wanted to come deep inside her wet hot core. The same wet core he could feel dry humping his leg.
He lifted her head away from his cock and moved her to lay on top of him. She ground herself against his cock and they both groaned. She moved her legs to straddle his hips and before he could get her ready, she impaled herself on his cock. “I can take all of you now, Misha,” she whispered to his lips.
Misha groaned as she sank all the way to his pelvis. Rolling her hips, he lifted her and brought her down again, going even deeper this time. “Da, I see and feel that.”
They both groaned and she rode him hard and soon, they were both covered in sweat. Zeta threw her head back and her veil of red hair looked like a curtain of flames as she cried out in ecstasy.
Misha stared up at her and knew he’d never seen anything as erotic as Zeta in the throes of climaxing in all his life. It was spellbinding and beautiful. He felt her clamp down on him and he flew off the edge right behind her. She collapsed on his chest and couldn’t move for a moment. Her breathing was ragged almost as if she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs.
After a moment or so, she raised her head and stared at him in awe. “Wow, that just keeps getting better and better doesn’t it?”
Misha smiled at her. “Only with someone you care about. Any other time, it’s just a release.”
Zeta laid her forehead on his chest. “Other than that one time with Lonnie, I’ve never experienced that kind of passion.” She went to move off of him and sat up on the edge of the bed. Reaching for her t-shirt she told him, “I’d better check on Anya.”
“Can I come with you?” he asked her in the dark.
Zeta pulled her shirt down and whispered, “Sure.”
Misha pulled a pair of boxers on and followed her to the other bedroom.
When she opened the door, she found her daughter fast asleep. Her covers were on the floor but the rabbit Misha had bought for her was snuggled safe in her arms. Zeta smiled and reached for the covers. Pulling them up to cover her, she leaned over and kissed her forehead.
Misha stood in the doorway and watched it all happen. He hadn’t thought about it for a long time now but he remembered his own mother kissing him good night. He would always wonder what his life would have been like if she hadn’t been murdered when he was six.
He followed her out of Anya’s room and grabbed her up just outside the bedroom they shared. Pushing her against the wall, he slipped his boxers down and plunged inside her right then and there. Since she wasn’t wearing any underwear, there was nothing to slow him down. He rammed into her over and over again…. before long, she cried out. Misha covered her mouth with his own and groaned as he filled her.
Without a word, he carried her into the shower and turned the water on. He stripped off her wet t-shirt and his wet boxers then proceeded to wash the sweat off their bodies. His touch wasn’t sexual at all and when he was done, he shut the water off then helped her out and dried her off.
Leading her back to the bedroom, he pulled a clean shirt over her head and put on a clean pair of boxers. Then he led her back to the bed and crawled into it. He held out his hand and she joined him. He covered them both up and kissed her temple. “Sleep for a little while longer.”
Zeta nodded. And rubbed her nose against his chest. “Damn, you smell good.” She murmured as she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Misha smiled as he too, fell asleep beside her.
A short time later or at least what felt like a short time later, Zeta groaned as she heard tiny feet come running into her room. She dragged her eyes open and saw her cute daughter peeking over the edge of the bed. Her eyes were big at the sight of her mother in bed with anyone but her. Zeta smiled as she brought her finger to her lips and made the universal sign for quiet. She pushed the covers off and scooted out of bed without disturbing Misha. Glancing at the alarm clock, she noted the time. Six in the morning.
Zeta grabbed Anya’s hand and made her way out of the bedroom into the kitchenette. She found a coffee pot and made some. She looked inside the fridge and found some juice for Anya and made her some toast to go with it. She pulled her child into her lap and they sat in the quiet for a while.
About an hour later, Misha joined them. He was dressed in jeans and a t- shirt.
Zeta bit at her lip. The man was so sexy. Who knew a man could make her feel like this?
When Anya saw him, she smiled.
Zeta got up to pour him a cup of coffee and when she handed it to him, he leaned over and kissed her forehead.
Anya giggled at the sight.
Zeta turned her head and smiled at her daughter’s giggling.
“Good morning little one,” Misha whispered in her ear.
“Good morning yourself big guy,” she whispered back.
“How long have you two been awake?”
“Only about an hour or so.” Zeta smiled. “Anya likes to get up and watch the sun rise. She always has.”
“Of course she does.” Misha nodded. “It’s the beginning of a brand new day and another adventure isn’t it, Anya?” He turned to look at Zeta’s daughter.
Anya nodded then held the rabbit up to the window and pointed out different things to it, as if it were a real live bunny.
Misha’s phone pinged with an incoming message and when he looked at the phone he growled. He began typing immediately.
When he sent the message, Zeta looked at him in concern. “What’s wrong?”
“They found Ivan’s plane an hour away from the city.” He growled. “It was empty. He could be anywhere by this time.”
Anya cried out and ran to her mother.
Zeta frowned and picked up her daughter hugging her close.
Anya was panicking and trying to get as close to her mother as she possibly could.
“Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you so afraid?”
Anya shook her head but wouldn’t let her mother go. She began crying and fussing.
Misha frowned and stared at Zeta.
Zeta shrugged at a loss as to what was wrong.
Misha went over to them and took Anya from her death hold on Zeta. Anya didn’t want to let her go but Misha wouldn’t have it any other way. He moved them over to the sofa and sat down with her. “Little Anya, there is nothing for you to fear. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you. Do you understand that?”
Big tears rolled down Anya’s pale cheeks and it took her awhile for the words to sink through her fear but finally she nodded. He wrapped his arms around her and just held her for a moment. Anya leaned into his chest and just sat there for a while.
Zeta sat down beside them and began speaking to her daughter, “Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you so afraid? Did you see something that scared you?”
Anya shook her head.
“Did you hear something that scared you?” she asked.
Anya nodded.
“What did you hear?” Zeta frowned as she looked at Misha. “I didn’t hear anything wrong.”
Anya looked at her mother then looked over at Misha then back to her mother. Big fat tears rolled down her pale cheeks. She drew the rabbit close to her face. Then for the first time in well over a year, she mumbled a single word, “Ivan…”
Zeta gasped. “Ivan?” She looked at Misha then back to her daughter. “How do you know that name?”
Anya’s face crumbled. “He hurt me,” she whispered.