My Russian Hero

by Macguire, Jacee

  “Yes. No. I mean… I think… I might,” she stammered, so embarrassed she couldn’t get her thoughts straight.

  “Da. Milaya moya, you surprise me.” She giggled nervously as his arm curled around her shoulders, and he almost came undone as her angelic smile lit the room.

  “What do you do, Sergei?” she asked, unable to stop smiling. She hadn’t responded to a man like this in forever, and it felt so damn good. She had a feeling she’d let him do almost anything to her and wouldn’t care how it made her look. She was in Russia, after all, and nobody except Zoe knew her. She just wanted to be taken, ravaged, and devoured by this man. Even though they had just met, she felt safe with him, like he would do anything for her. Zoe was right; it felt good to just relax and have fun.

  “I work in the family business. Mostly errands for my father,” Sergei said, not wanting to say too much on the matter. It wasn’t a lie; he did run errands for his father… but not the kind she would assume.

  “Oh. It must be nice working for your family.” she said

  “It can be. How long did you say you will be in Russia?”

  “Zoe and I will be here for a week. We just arrived today.”

  Before she could say anything else, he pulled her to him, kissing her until she was drunk with desire. His lips were soft and warm against hers, his tongue sliding erotically against her lips. She moaned, opening more to his advances, allowing his tongue to flick wickedly against hers. She trembled as his hands grasped her hips, lifting her from her chair onto his lap. Desire raged within her and she pressed her body against his as he deepened the kiss. There was no doubt about it. She was definitely letting her inner wild woman free to explore, and it was exhilarating.

  The passion between them rivaled any Dani had felt before. She could sense Sergei’s control wavering as their bodies rocked into each other wildly. He snaked one hand into her hair, cradling her head as he slowly placed kisses along her neck, finding that soft spot just below the ear that always drove her wild. She purred into his ear as he moved along her collarbone towards her perky breasts. She gasped as Sergei ran his thumb across her sensitive nipple, growing hard beneath his touch.

  “Oh God. That feels so good.” she moaned.

  “More?” Sergei asked. “Do you want more, Milaya moya?” His fingers squeezed her nipple hard. “Answer me.”

  “More please. I want... I need...” she could barely think, her body quivering with desire.

  “Tell me what you want.” he demanded.

  “I want... I want you,” she said in whispered moan. “Please, Sergie. I ache to feel you.” She thrust her hips against his hardened shaft, the whole world falling away as he touched her. Her pussy was a raging inferno of desire for him. He could feel the moistened warmth as she rubbed her pussy against his cock. Sergei couldn’t handle it anymore, his control weakening. He lifted her onto the table and spread her legs, his hands moved slowly up her thighs.

  Embarrassed that she was letting this stranger do this to her, she averted her eyes. It had been so long; she felt like a virgin in heat. But she wanted this, needed it. She knew the moment he kissed her that she would let him do anything to her.

  “No. Look at me,” Sergei said, turning her face to his. “Don’t look away from me. I want to see your eyes, milaya moya. Da?”

  “Okay,” she said, softly, unable to resist him, not wanting to resist him.

  Sergei’s fingertips brushed across the moistened silk of her panties. “You are wet for me already. Lean back on the table. Now,” he demanded.

  “Someone might see us.” she said, thinking about where they were. Nobody knew her in Russia, but she didn’t want to get kicked out of the club for fooling around, either.

  “No one will bother us back here,” Sergei groaned. “No one will see you but me… and I want to see you more than anything else.”

  She nodded, leaning back on the table, trusting him completely. Sergei lifted her skirt, revealing a pair of white satin panties. He groaned as he ran his fingertips under the edge of the thin little elastic band at her hip and then tore them away with a savage yank. “Da!” he growled. “You are beautiful.”

  Dani lay back on the table, letting this man she had just met stare at her bare pussy. She knew she should feel uncomfortable, but she wasn’t. She felt free. It was as though she had known Sergei forever. She didn’t feel fear, only excitement, lust, and passion.

  Sergei leaned forward, exhaling a warm breath onto her aching mound. She trembled at the air wisping over her hot pussy, making her ache even more for his touch in any way she could get it. He kissed her mound and she shivered, thrusting her hips forward, silently begging for more. He swiped his tongue through her wet slit and she whimpered, spreading her legs further apart.

  “Please, Sergei. More!” she begged.

  “Da,” Sergei said, his voice heavy with lust. “I will give you more.” He spread her folds wide with his long fingers, his tongue flicking wildly – savagely – across her swollen clit before making slow circles, teasing her into a frenzy of pure pleasure.

  Dani shuddered as he sucked her swollen bud between his warm lips. It felt so good, she could hardly stand it. He circled her channel with his finger, teasing her as his tongue continued to make lazy circles around her clit. With no warning, he plunged his finger deep into her heated core. Her inner walls trembled, clutching his finger tightly. She was close, and then it was upon her. She closed her eyes as her orgasm washed over her, a wave of pulsing heat drowning out everything around them. Sergei licked at her juices, not wasting a drop of her sweet honey.

  Dani slid off the table onto Sergei’s lap, hastily undoing his belt and pants. He lifted his muscular body up from his seat, allowing her to slide his pants down his thighs. “Commando,” she moaned. “Nice.” His large steely shaft pulsed as it was freed from the confines of his pants. She wanted to taste him, suck him deep into her throat, make him feel as good as he had her. She would have to wait.

  “Da,” Sergei said. “Underwear too confining.” He pulled a condom from his wallet and tore the package open. Dani took it from him, sliding it onto his long, thick, steel-hard cock. His dick twitched as she grasped it in her small warm hand. Straddling his hips, she eased his cock into her tight, wet pussy. Sergei gasped at the tightness, trying with all his might not to come just yet.

  “Be still,” he growled. “I want this to last.”

  Nodding, Dani remained still, looking into Sergei’s dark eyes. She couldn’t make out the color in the low light but they were beautiful and mysterious. He smiled cupped her cheeks in his hands, and kissed her passionately. As he deepened the kiss, he thrust into her, filling her to the hilt. She moaned against his mouth and he growled in return, nibbling at her bottom lip. Dani rode his cock with wild abandon, never wanting the intensity of the moment to end. Electricity sparked between them at every touch, every caress. Her pussy walls squeezed his cock snuggly, pulsing against him, milking his cock.

  “Come for me, Milaya moya,” he commanded. “Look at me.” He slapped her ass.

  “Oh Sergei,” she screamed, knowing the music was loud enough to drown her out. “Harder, Harder. I’m coming.” He thrust once more and fell into ecstasy with her, pulling her against him, holding her tight, not wanting to let go.

  “So good, Milaya moya,” he panted, kissing her softly on her swollen lips.

  “What does that mean?” Dani asked. “You know that... um... what you call me.”

  “It means my sweet.” he said, lifting her off of his lap and setting her back on the edge of the table. “I need to get rid of this, Dani.” Sergei removed the condom and tossed it in the trashcan in the corner of the room. They straightened their clothing, trying to look presentable before returning to the main dance area. It was doubtful anyone would notice the flushed, satiated look on her face. At least Dani hoped nobody would notice her freshly-fucked look. The club was hopping with people dancing away, seeming to be completely unaware of what they had done.


  “Sergei,” she said, picking up her torn panties off the floor. “I never do this type of thing.”

  “Have sex? I can tell, Milaya moya. You were tight as a virgin.” He slipped the panties from her hand and into his pocket. “I’ll get rid of them for you. I’m sorry I ruined them.”

  “No worries,” she said, smiling. “I do have more, you know.” She said motioning to the club. “We should get back out there. My friend is probably getting worried.”

  “Sure.” Sergei nodded. “You haven’t asked that many questions about me. Is there anything you want to know?”

  “I figured you’d tell me if there’s anything you want me to know. You aren’t married, are you?” she asked, jokingly.

  “Nyet. I’m not. Are you?” he asked, already knowing she wasn’t.

  “Of course not.” She glanced back towards the dance floor. “Let’s go dance... I mean, if you want to.”

  Sergei took her hand and led her onto the dance floor. Dani immediately noticed Zoe dancing with a group of guys. Sergei’s body stiffened when he saw the men she was with.

  “What’s wrong? Do you know those guys?” Dani asked, her voice a little shaky. There didn’t seem to be anything wrong but she had noticed a subtle change in Sergei, his expression stern.

  “Those are not good men,” he said. “Stay here. Excuse me.” He heading towards the group. Dani watched as Sergei tapped Zoe on the shoulder. She listened, then nodded. Before Zoe could make it to me, the guys began to argue but Dani was too far away to make out the words. Thankfully, the men left without causing any problems, Sergei glaring at them as they headed for the door.

  “Hey, girl,” Zoe said. “Where have you been?” She tilted her head, looking at her friend. “You look flushed. You didn’t run off and have sex with the mighty Russian hottie, did you?”

  Dani’s looked at the floor, a slow, wicked smile creeping across her angelic face.

  “Oh my god!” Zoe gasped. “You did! Damn, you work fast. Was he good?”

  “He was amazing. I’ll tell you about it later,” she said as muscular arms wrapped around her.

  “He’s amazing at what?” Sergei asked, clearly having heard the entire conversation.

  “You,” Dani said. “You’re freaking amazing, that’s what.” She was stunned by the way she responded so openly.

  He arched a brow and smiled wickedly at her. She shivered under is gaze, wanting to feel his hands on her again. Oh, the things he had done to her. She’d had plenty of lovers, but none of them had been able to make her body sing with pleasure as he had. Dani had been shocked by how much his commands thrilled her. She wanted more and from the look in his eyes, so did he.

  It was late when they left the bar with Sergei. He had insisted on giving them a ride back to their hotel. The girls had agreed, knowing it would be insane to walk back alone after drinking so much. Dani was shocked that he hadn’t tried to talk her into letting him stay at the hotel with her. Instead, he was a gentleman and only kissed her on the cheek, but she had felt his eyes on her as she made her way through the hotel entrance. Part of her had wanted to look over her shoulder, to look at his handsome face one more time, but she didn’t.

  She had climbed into her cozy bed and prayed that it wasn’t a one-night stand. She was excited at the idea of spending a whole week wrapped in his arms, his hands ravishing her body. What’s more is that she wanted to ravish his impeccable body, too. But would he let her take control? Sergei didn’t seem like the type of man willing to let go and let someone else take the lead. He was different than others guys. There was something wild and dangerous about him. The look in his eyes and the way he carried himself made her think of him as a fighter, hell-bent on coming out on top. He was gorgeous and she wanted him in every possible way.

  “Envy is a waste of time.”

  -Author Unknown

  Chapter Six

  Stepan Smirnov had been jealous of his brother for as long as he could remember. The Pakhan had always preferred Sergei’s willingness to follow orders without question. Stepan preferred to do as he wished, but that way of thinking had caused him to fall out of favor with his father, and in doing so, lose his chance at leading the family.

  Sergei didn’t want to be pakhan, not really. Stepan could clearly see that he questioned, not so much the family business, but the marriage he was being forced to agree to. He had seen the scowl on Sergei’s face when Katya kissed his cheek at their first meeting. His brother may have been turned off my Katya but Stepan thought her to be a stunning, beautiful woman. Everything about her excited him. Her voice was melodic, her body worthy of being worshipped. But she could never be his, not when she was promised to his brother.

  “I wonder what the pakhan would think of Sergei’s American girlfriend,” Stepan grumbled. He knew his father would likely be angry at the idea of Sergei taking an interest in another woman while he did everything he could to merge two powerful families together. He wanted to win his father’s favor but had to make sure he considered every possible option before speaking with his father. Trying to worm his way into the pakhan’s favor could backfire and he had to be careful. Rivalry within the family wasn’t unheard of but it often resulted in someone’s death, and he damn sure didn’t want that.

  “I’ll have to think on this,” Stepan mumbled to himself. There was no room for error. It would probably be best to watch Sergei and his American girl to see what happened between them, and he could use that time to get to know Katya, too.

  “Pursuit and seduction are the essence of SEXuality. It’s part of the sizzle.”

  - Camille Paglia

  Chapter Seven

  Sergei strode into the hotel lobby, dressed in denim jeans and a black Henley shirt that stretched taut over his broad shoulders. The ladies at the front desk smiled wantonly as he made his way to the elevator, their eyes following his every move. The elevator doors slid open and he stepped inside, pressing the button for Dani’s floor.

  A ding sounded and the doors eased open. Sergei slowly stepped into the hallway, taking time to cast a glance down each end of the hall. It was an old habit but it served him well. Taking long strides, eager to see Dani again, he knocked on her door. He felt an extreme attraction to her. There was something about her that made him want to be a better man, to be an honest man. She was such a sweet woman and he could sense the innocence in her. He could tell she was holding something back, just as he was. It was none of his business but he couldn’t help wondering what it was. What could such an innocent have in her past that had to be hidden?

  “Who is it?” Zoe questioned.

  “It’s Sergei.”

  “Just a minute.” The locks clicked and the door swung open. Zoe smiled at him. “Come on in. We’re almost ready to head out sightseeing.”

  Dani stepped out of the bathroom and froze, taking in the sight of him. He was dressed casually today and still looked like sex on a stick. His denim jeans were fitted to his muscular thighs and she gasped as her eyes found the bulge of his cock pressing hungrily against his jeans. His dark brown hair was messy in the sexiest way, like he had just climbed out of bed. He was a wet dream oozing sex appeal. “Umm. Hi Sergei,” she said unable to tear her gaze from his. “Thanks again for offering to take us sightseeing. What have you got planned for us?”

  “Hello, Milaya moya. You look beautiful.” His eyes greedily worked over her body. She shivered wanting more than his eyes to touch her. She’d do anything to get him out of those tight-ass jeans for a few hours.

  “You guys get a freaking room already,” Zoe said, shaking her head. “If you’re going to give each other bedroom eyes all day, I’ll hit the road alone.” She looked from Sergei to Dani. “So are we going to see the sights are what?” Sergei laughed a deep hearty laugh, obviously enjoying Zoe’s personality. Dani grabbed her purse and headed for the door where Sergei waited.

  They stopped for breakfast at a small café, not far from the hotel. Dani saw the way people seemed
to immediately notice Sergei’s presence and either offered to assist him with anything he needed help with or got out of his way like he was Moses or something. What that was all about? Maybe he or his family were important in St. Petersburg. He was so kind to everyone and always had a smile on his face, while still giving off a sense of power and authority, no matter where they were.

  Sergei wasn’t like any of the guys she knew. She really liked that about him. Every time he touched her, in even the slightest way, a thrill rushed over her she couldn’t quite explain. She only knew that being with him made her feel special, as if maybe he was her special guy, the one man meant to make her happy, to fill her life with excitement and love… but most of all, safety.

  “Sergei, why do people seem to treat you special?” Dani asked

  “You noticed. Well, my father is a very powerful man in Russia, not someone you wish to anger. Many people know this and extend that same resepct to me and my brother, Stephan.” He didn’t want to elaborate on the subject and hoped Dani would be satisfied with his answer.

  “Oh. How old is your brother?” she asked, wondering if she might be able to play matchmaker for him and Zoe.

  “He’s twenty-two. Why?” Sergei arched his brow, a concerned look etched on his handsome face.

  “I just thought maybe he might be someone Zoe could hang out with while we’re here.”

  Sergei laughed, shaking his head. “I think he is too wild for young Zoe. He would eat her alive… or the two of them would cause too much trouble when paired together.”

  Dani giggled. “You’re probably right. She can be a handful all by herself.”

  Zoe had enjoyed breakfast with Sergei and Dani but being a third wheel just wasn’t her thing. She excused herself and ventured to a few of the nearby street vendors, giving the two lovebirds time alone. She was thrilled to finally see her friend spending time with a man. Dani seemed to light up like the fourth of July when Sergei was around her, which was a sight she thought she’d never see.