Three under the Mistletoe: A Christmas Menage Romance (Christmas Billionaire Menage Series Book 1)

by Tia Siren

  3.

  The light spilled in through the windows in the bedroom, the shadows from the curtains danced across the floor, and Viktor, in all his glory, stood still in front of me.

  I could feel his eyes burning through me, melting what little inhibitions I had. His tough and scarred skin barely contained the muscle flexing beneath as he held his arms open, waiting for an embrace.

  I stepped slowly, as though floating, in the darkened room. I felt my long black hair waving in the breeze that filtered in, and I realized my own nakedness.

  A burning was building deep inside me, and it needed release.

  I threw my arms around Viktor, planting my head into his masculine chest, and he, in turn, held me tight. He craned his neck and leaned in for a kiss; I accepted thoroughly. Our tongues locked in a duel for more as he grabbed me by the back of my head, pulling me in for a deeper kiss.

  My breath was becoming short as he released me from his grasp, and threw me upon the bed that waited patiently for our arrival.

  The silken sheets spilled to the floor, and I could feel myself sinking, falling into the comfortable bed. I was becoming hot with anticipation as I awaited my lover to join me.

  He crawled on the overly large mattress toward me, as a blue halo of moonlight silhouetted his form. I couldn’t hold back my excitement as I began to rub my hands all over myself.

  He leaned in for a kiss, which I provided eagerly, before letting his tongue wander over my body.

  He kissed down my neck, and I could feel my chest becoming flush as my nipples perked up. He lingered his tongue on my nipple for a while. Flicking and sucking, and it tickled me in all the right places.

  His hands caressed my curves, up and down my hips. He continued with his tongue, moving to my other breast.

  I reached one arm around to hold onto his back, and with my other hand, I brushed along his strong chest. Working my way down slowly, until I met his throbbing member. I began to stroke up and down his shaft, and I couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like.

  He reached his hand down to my clit and began to massage it in a circle. Every little sensation shot feelings of ecstasy to my head. I arched my back when he would find just the right place to touch.

  My moans were becoming louder, and I could feel myself dripping with desire. He must have noticed because he brought his mouth back to my own and brought me in for another kiss.

  I could feel the tip of his manhood begging to enter, and I was not in a place where I could deny the pleasure.

  He eased it in, at first, slowly inching its way deeper and deeper. It felt almost too big to fit, and I let out a whine, but it didn’t stifle his advance. It opened me more and more, unceasing until I had finally taken it all.

  He breathed heavily in my ear, as I continued to moan with pleasure, enjoying every inch of him. He didn’t move just yet. Instead he started kissing me all over again.

  It only lasted for a moment, though, as I could feel him slide out and then slide back in. He started slowly at first, and then he started to speed up. Every time his pelvis would meet mine I would feel a shock shooting up my nerves.

  He continued to bore into me, and I was starting to lose myself to the rhythm. Then suddenly I could feel wave after wave of pleasure shooting down all my muscles. I couldn’t even let out a moan to signal his success.

  Every muscle inside me was tensed from the orgasms, but he was showing no signs of stopping. He pushed me into the bed and grabbed my butt tightly. I could feel him pumping his fluid into my welcoming body, and I shuddered from the feeling.

  Everything was wet, I was wet, the bed was wet, and then I finally woke up.

  4.

  “Sounds like you were having a good dream,” Ivan said as he picked up the bucket of water.

  I sputtered and spat, trying to flip my wet hair from my face. I was tied to a chair. While I had been tied down before, I usually preferred it in a more intimate setting.

  “Ivan, what the hell is going on,” I asked.

  He tossed the bucket aside and let out a chortle.

  “You can call me Anton,” he said, “Considering you know our mutual friend, I thought you might be willing to answer a few questions for me.”

  “You’re Anton?”

  “In the flesh,” he replied, “I suppose my reputation precedes me.”

  I nodded.

  “What do you want with me,” I asked.

  “I want what every slighted man wants, revenge.”

  He turned and went to a nearby work bench, and continued to sharpen a rather large knife.

  “If you want revenge, why are you taking me, I didn’t do anything to you.”

  He stopped sharpening the blade and turned to me.

  “My dear, revenge is a beautiful thing. If I were to stab him in the hand I would have my revenge but once, but if I stab him in the heart, I would have my revenge as many times as he is willing to bare it.”

  He turned back to the bench again and continued his busy work. I began to panic, my breathing became short, and I started to test the strength of the ropes.

  “Don’t bother, that rope won’t burst for an elephant, let alone a small girl.”

  The hopelessness of my situation was palpable. Then I heard a familiar ringtone.

  My phone was perched on a tabletop nearby, having spilled from my purse. I jumped up and down in the chair to inch my way closer to it, but before I could get to it, Anton was already answering.

  “Here, I’ll put it on speaker for you,” he said answering the phone.

  “Brandy! Are you there?” answered Viktor.

  “Help! Viktor! Anton is holding me,” I shouted at the phone.

  “She’s right, Viktor, I’m holding her just outside of town. If you’d like to enjoy her company again, I must suggest that you come alone.”

  “Anton. Fine, I’ll come alone. I’ll do what you want. Just don’t hurt her.” Viktor said.

  Anton smiled a wicked smile and ended the call.

  “Looks like we won’t have much longer to be together, Brandy,” he said, tossing my phone into my lap.

  I sat there, mulling over my day. It only made me more depressed to think that I might have been saved had I just listened to Viktor a little longer at his party, rather than return home so quickly.

  This whole mess was my fault, he was just trying to do the right thing, and I did nothing but get upset, which led to my own capture. I had a bad feeling about ‘Ivan’ from the first time I met him, but he was so nice and inviting, there was no way I could have seen this.

  I heard a knock on the door. It seemed that Anton wasn’t really expecting anything, either, as the door tore open as he approached it.

  I could see soldiers pushing their way past the entryway, surrounding and apprehending Anton.

  “Sorry, Anton, my old friend, I don’t think I’m incredibly interested in the deal you proposed,” Viktor said casually while strolling in through the smoky door entrance.

  “How did you get here so fast?!” shouted Anton.

  Viktor walked over to me and snatched the knife from the workbench to free me from my bonds.

  “We both know people, Anton. Your people helped you find Brandy. My people watched Brandy and waited until they knew you were alone. The phone call I made just proved it for certain.”

  Anton clenched his teeth as the armed men yanked him from the floor.

  “This isn’t over yet, Viktor. Blood for blood!”

  He wasn’t able to put up much of a fight against the men restraining him; it almost seemed that he didn’t want to.

  With my bonds now free, I jumped into Viktor’s welcoming arms.

  “Ah, so does this mean I’m forgiven, then?”

  I pondered for a moment and returned with a smirk.

  “Only as long as you’re as good in real life as you are in my dreams,” I replied.

  He gave me a quizzical expression, but just as quickly he shook it off.

  “Let’s
get you home, Brandy, and out of those wet clothes.”

  He led me outside where his car and driver waited. The cool air sent shivers down my spine, as my wet clothes made the air more frigid. Inside the car I was met with a blanket that I wrapped around myself with earnest.

  The car lurched forward as we went on our way. I nestled myself into the crook of Viktor’s arm and absorbed what little heat I could. The blanket was helping, but Viktor was helping more.

  It didn’t take long before I decided was done with the wet clothes entirely and began to strip off the dress and my underwear. I was met with absolutely zero reservations from Viktor but was still feeling a bit embarrassed with the driver nearby.

  I nuzzled my back into Viktor’s side and kept the blanket wrapped tight. Viktor threw his arm around me and pulled me in closer. I admired him again; he was my protector today.

  I pulled his arm under the blanket and let him hold my bare skin. He seemed to enjoy it, and I enjoyed the sentiment. Then I started pushing his hand a little lower, and lower still until his hand was resting on my hot sex.

  I manipulated his hand in circles around my womanhood, and after a moment of practice, he seemed to be quite good at it. With every circle, I edged closer and closer to orgasm.

  Before I could get there, though, the car pulled to a stop in front of my apartment. I paused for a moment.

  “Perhaps we should go back to your place,” I said.

  He let out a laugh and nodded to the driver who started on his way, again.

  Viktor could feel the wetness that I was dripping onto his blanket and slipped his finger inside. The sudden action made my heart skip a beat, but he pulled it out just as quick and went back to his rubbing.

  His practiced fingers continued to dance circles, and my breath grew short. I had to hold my hand over my mouth to stifle a moan more than a few times.

  I pushed the blanket over his lap and plunged my hand down his pants. I could feel his rock hard erection waiting for me, pressing against pants. I unzipped his fly and removed it from its cage.

  Just like in my dream I stroked his shaft while he rubbed my clit. I was getting very close and could feel my muscles tighten and release.

  Then it started. I bit down hard on the blanket and breathed deeply as I tensed from ecstasy. He didn’t let up with his massaging, but I could no longer think of anything else.

  Before I could finish another orgasm, the car came to another stop all too soon. The driver stepped from the car, walking towards the back to open the door. I straightened myself as much as possible, attempting my best to look presentable.

  He popped the door open and offered me a hand. I accepted, with weary legs, and tried to step out. Viktor caught me from behind and nodded the driver away.

  The two of us paced up the stone stairway that I walked up the previous night. Attendants were about the grounds, cleaning and fixing what the Masquerade had broken.

  I paid them little mind as I followed Viktor up the staircase with all due haste. When we reached the first landing of the sprawling staircase, I could see in Viktor’s eyes that he regretted having a house so large.

  He did most of the walking for me, as I was still a bit weary from the ride, and from being kidnapped.

  His bedroom was larger than my apartment. I was only able to take in the scenery for a moment as Viktor was already grabbing me from behind and throwing me on the bed.

  I lost my grip on the blanket as I flew and landed naked on the pillows. Viktor was struggling with parts of his suit, and I couldn’t help but laugh. I yanked the covers of the bed over me to cover up, at least, a little. Viktor joined me, but not before he took a large swig of champagne from a nearby bottle.

  I laid my head down on the pillow, and felt a sense of peace I hadn’t really felt in a long while, and then sadly fell asleep.

  5.

  I woke up in the middle of the night. Viktor lay beside me, wrapped in blankets and still naked. I didn’t want to disturb his sleep; he looked so happy at rest.

  I felt this as a great opportunity to have a look around. The blanket I wore in the car was splayed on the ground, so I plucked it up and wrapped it around myself again.

  As I looked around the simply adorned space, I got a better sense of Viktor. I saw a few of his medals sitting in a pile on a dresser nearby; I rifled through the bronze wondering what stories they had to tell.

  Under the pile of medals, I could feel something else, a gun. It was old and worn, with secret service markings bearing the side of it. I couldn’t make out the words exactly. Another item that had a story that needed to be heard.

  The curtains fluttered, providing me with an open door to a balcony. I gazed out upon the grounds, rolling hills of green with small bundles of bushes pushing up here and there. A game court rested behind a massive outdoor pool, and a large gazebo with enough space for twenty sat beside that.

  Off in the distance, light flickered from the city. It seemed so far away. Yet, it mirrored the night sky so perfectly. The grounds were just far enough from the city to allow me to see the stars and in their vastness, I felt struck with awe.

  This truly was a palace if I had ever seen one.

  Viktor stepped up behind me without a word, embracing me while he gazed.

  “It was difficult finding something this far outside the city,” he said.

  “You made a great choice,” I replied. “Sorry I fell asleep in the heat of the moment, it’s been a long day.”

  He laughed it off.

  “Not to worry, your resilience astounds me.”

  I sighed and leaned on the railing, my mind beginning to wander to other things.

  “Tell me,” I said, “what do you think of becoming a father?”

  He leaned over the railing next to me and smiled.

  “I would like to be a father,” he said. “I could tell you stories about my own father, but none of them would be good.”

  “Were you and your father close?”

  “He was a busy man,” Viktor replied. “I barely knew him until I turned 14 years of age. Then he took a greater interest in my political career.”

  “Political career?”

  “Yes, he wanted someone he could exploit for favors. I’m willing to help people that are good to me, but I won’t simply turn myself into a puppet to be controlled.”

  “I thought you were in the secret service,” I asked solemnly.

  “I was. If you wish to move up, in this country, you serve your country as a protector. I lost interest in politics after I saw my fair share of shady deals.”

  I walked back inside, stepping lightly on the cold floor. “I wouldn’t mind hearing some stories about these medals, if you would like to tell some.”

  He joined me indoors and plucked a medal from the dresser.

  “This medal instills the title ‘Hero of Russia.’ It might be simple, but it’s one of the grandest honors you can receive.”

  I took the simple painted gold star and examined it closely. “How did you get this one?”

  “I doubt you’d believe me, even if I told you.”

  “Try me,” I said with a grin.

  “I stopped a terrorist threat against the state and had to disarm a bomb beneath the Kremlin while being shot at by radicals. They say I saved around 5,000 lives that day. Anton received one as well. He held the enemy at bay, which gave me enough time to disarm the bomb. I will give it to our child someday.”

  Then I heard something I didn’t think I would hear ever again.

  “Viktor, are a congratulations in order?”

  I turned, only to see Anton sitting in a chair in the corner of the bedroom, gun in hand. He clicked the light on, illuminating several cuts and bandages covering most of the exposed skin.

  “The bandages are new. I’d thank the men who gave them to me, but they won’t be hearing much ever again.”

  “You killed them,” I uttered.

  “How else do you escape that many armed guards?”


  “Anton, I should have just had them kill you.”

  I leaned over the dresser as they talked, covering it slightly with my blanket, and edged the gun out from under the medals, staying as silently as I could.

  Viktor’s fists were clenched so tight that they were beginning to turn white.

  “So, what’s this I hear about a child?” Anton stood from the corner and began to move closer. I stepped back, hoping to avoid having him touch me again.

  “It was nothing, just a bit of speculative talk,” Viktor said, his voice cracking a bit as he spoke.

  “Viktor, we worked together long enough, I always know when you’re lying.”

  Viktor lost his temper and attempted a charge at Anton, but Anton was too quick. He pointed his raised gun at Viktor and pulled the trigger, piercing his shoulder.

  “Tsk, tsk, Viktor. Unless you want to lose your progeny,” Anton said, pointing his gun at me, and it wasn’t just me; it was pointed at my unborn child.

  “Anton, don’t. Whatever anger you have, take it out on me. Don’t touch her.”

  Anton let out another chortle.

  “Viktor, you always did know how to make me laugh. Considering the position you’re in, you shouldn’t be demanding anything.”

  Anton reached out a hand toward me.

  “Hand me the medal. I would like to see Viktor’s reward.”

  I dropped the brass star into his waiting palm and took another step back. I felt the gun in my hand getting heavier as I was becoming increasingly nervous and worried about the life of my child. I knew I only had one shot to do anything, and I had to make it count.

  “Viktor told you he got this from disarming a bomb. Which is true, but do you think he would tell you that he knew the person that planted it?”

  I shook my head ‘no’.

  “His own father did it. He was a true Russian, through and through. Always wanted everything back to the old way, and was willing to go to any lengths to get it.”

  It was shocking to think that Viktor’s father was capable of doing such a thing. I could see fear in Viktor’s eyes as the story was being revealed.

  “I wonder if Viktor would have told you about what happened after he stopped that bomb.”