He turns away as he says, “It’s okay. I know it sounds insane. Believe me, it sounds that way to me, too. Okay? But it’s the truth.” He glares at me. His face is hot, and a fierce passion burns in his eyes. “You’re what I want. I want us both to get it right.”
“You meant what you said about protecting me?”
He steps nearer. “Don’t ever doubt it.” The scent of him makes me want to moan.
He’s so near, I can feel the beat of his heart.
Chapter 10
Him
I PULL THE VODKA out of the freezer. The bottle is nowhere near cold enough and it’s a crime to drink it too warm, but I need it now. I find shot glasses, pour one shot for her and another for me.
When she downs hers, she shakes her head. Her hair waves and a grin of delight spreads across her face. Her cheeks color up.
“I want you,” I tell her. “I’m going to make you mine.”
“Do I get a say?”
“That’s why I’m making us wait. You have to be sure that it’s right for you.”
“What if I decide that it isn’t?”
“It is.”
She moves nearer. “So why wait?”
“I told you.”
“So do it.”
“You are still in a vulnerable place. I don’t want to see your emotions all flipped out. You’re tired. You’re probably still hungry.” All of which is true. I don’t tell her that my emotions have been cracked open, too. I am vulnerable in a way that I never felt before.
“My phone.”
I want her to trust me. That means showing some trust to her. I take her phone out of my rucksack and put it on the counter.
“Don’t turn it on until we’re a distance from here, though, okay? A couple of miles away at least.”
She gasps as I pull her to me. Hands on her waist, I hold her soft body against mine. “You have to be sure. I’m not dicking around. I mean to make you completely and totally mine.”
“Ok.”
“For keeps.”
“Yes.”
“Forever.”
“Yes, Dimitri.”
With her head tipped back, her lips part. My cock is thick, hard and pulsing in my pants. Her mouth is open. Waiting for me. My lips seal hers. Her arms wrap around me.
I should stay focused. Maintain a defense. I don’t believe there’s any way that anyone could have tracked us here. The phone that I used to call the leasing agent is clean, and the signal is untraceable. There was nothing else in the car that could have been tracked.
I can’t hold back any longer.
I lift her. Take her into the elevator. Her face nuzzles into my neck while I carry her. The car rises and the doors slide open in the apartment on the top floor.
I step out, carrying her into a lounge. I’m aiming to take her to a couch and lay her down, but she turns in my arms and wraps herself tightly around me.
“Dimitri…” she moans.
“Chrissy…”
“I was trying it out. ‘Dimitri.’ I think I like it.”
“You know that I mean it, don’t you?” I hold her hard and my voice thickens, “when I say, ‘forever,’ you know I mean what I say, don’t you?” I am taking too big a risk, and I know it. But I’m doing it anyway.
She gasps, “I believe that you mean everything you say to me.” Then, “Dimitri. Oh, Dimitri,” and, “Yes! Yes, I like it.”
I press hard against her as I push her back against the wall. Her face tilts and she looks down at my lips. Her arms wind around my neck. The push of her mound against my abs sets me on fire.
This is the worst possible time. I should not let myself be distracted. But I don’t think I can stop. It was hard enough before. Now, I just don’t think I can do it. I want her so much.
Her legs cross around my waist. I kiss her, sealing us together, losing myself in the us. I feel the soft curves of her stomach. Slide my hand up to take hold of her breast. I squeeze, inflamed by the full, warm billow of her. Around the deep kiss, our faces tilt, moving us nearer, matching us more closely. Taking me deeper into her. Her into me. Us into each other.
Her hot mound scrapes against me, up and down, pushes, round and around, rubs. Hot and hard. The heat of her need makes me groan.
I grab her hair. And pull. She lifts her T-shirt. I lift her and I plunge my mouth onto her breast. holding her ass to pull her into my lips, raising her body so I can suck on her tit. She moans and jams her fingers in my hair while my lips pull on her hardening nipple.
“I want to feel your cock.”
I take her to the couch. Put her across it and lift off her tee-shirt. Her head shakes and I pull her to me for a kiss. She sighs and moans and her hands are on my hips as I pull off her bra and squeeze her tits.
My thighs tingle as she rubs them. She presses a hand on my cock. The other hand reaches around to run over my ass and grip it.
“Show me? Let me see, Dimitri?”
I stroke her face and her neck while I undo my buckle and open my pants. Her fingers are inside immediately.
“My God!!”
She feels it through my silk shorts. Running her fingers from the base to the end. Finding my balls. I breathe her name and nibble her ear. After slipping off my shoes, I lower my pants and my shorts. She takes a sharp breath in.
“Dimitri! My god! It’s fucking huge!”
While I hurry to undo my shirt, she unbuttons her jeans. When she pulls them open, my hand, without waiting, dives to feel her heat, her soft flesh under her thin panties.
She jumps as my fingers find her folds, her wings, her lips and the hood of her clit. I rub her mound, pushing, shoving in circles. I drag her clit like that, watching her face, seeing her eyes roll and her mouth open. I wait for her.
Her teeth sink into my shoulder before I slip my fingers into her hot, wet wings. Her eager little muscles flutter on my fingers as I scoop, deeper, higher. The sound of her breath arouses and inflames me. Her scent makes me want to roar.
“I want you Dimitri. I want you inside me.” I yank her panties off. We’re naked.
“We shouldn’t do this.” I tell her. One last chance to hold off. “Not now.” But it’s too late. For her as well as for me. I can’t stop now. She’s panting so hard, it would kill me to move an inch away from her. My skin and hers won’t be kept apart any longer
I yank her legs, so she’s draped over the front of the couch. I spread her thighs wide. Slide my hands up the insides of them, over her gorgeous pussy. Up over her breasts, up to her face. I’m kneeling in front of her, taking her mouth with mine, kissing her hungrily as my cock slides once, twice, firmly, against the length of her trembling lips. Then, I pull back and let it drop, Engaged at her opening.
“Yes.” her eyebrows point up, “Please, Dimitri. Yes.”
I press in, and her back arcs. She squeals and bucks. There’s a tightness. Resistance.
I realize.
She hasn’t. Never before. Ever. I’m holding back. Watching her eyes. Her face is fierce, and she reaches to grab my ass. Spearing my cheeks with her nails, she whimpers. “Please, Dimitri.”
I wait as long as I can. Then I drive in.
She shouts. Thrashes. Her fists hammer on my back as her hips rock and shove. Each stroke, I push deeper in. The stretch of her lips on my shaft makes her crazy. Her legs scissor around my waist and her heels bang on my back.
I stand, lifting her on my thighs. I’ll crouch so she can move however she wants. Bounce, jump, push her ass against me. Slide on my cock, whatever way she likes.
Feeling her, being inside her, I don’t care what she does, I’m there. I’m going to fuck her until she’s drenched and pumped full of my cum.
She wraps her arms around my neck. Her breasts jump in front of me as she climbs my body and rolls her swollen pussy on my rail. I’m hardening and vibrating from my calves to the back of my neck. Tensing and clenching, buzzing and vibrating. The pulses in my legs are telling me to go, that they want to releas
e.
I want to feel her come before I let go. I pull a dark blanket of calm, a soft meditative cover over my mind. I let my mind be gentle. Blank. Cool like a fishpond. While my body saws and rocks my cock deep into her like a machine. Like a steam hammer.
I detach and let my hip, my spine and my cock call and respond, slide and pierce, rock and thunder into her. My body is independent, like a musical instrument that knows the melody, pounds the beat on its own, playing, calling and responding, finding the way into her rhythm. Filling her need. Amplifying. Driving her.
Her neck reddens as her fingers claw down my back. “Dimitri,” she shouts and moans, “Dimitri, you’re so big I can hardly stand it!”
She shouts. Her pussy trembles, gripping and fluttering, tugging needy on my cock. Her thighs and her ass clench. The blush spreads from her cheeks to her chest and I can’t hold back anymore. She’s too wet and too beautiful.
I’m banging now without a thought in my head. There’s nothing but her. Nothing but her wet pussy, needing to be filled. Nothing but taking her and claiming her for my own.
“You’re mine!” I shout.
“I’m coming!” she cries.
“Come with me!”
“Yes!”
She leans back and stretches out. I hold her ass so she can still move, but I’m pummeling hard now. I’m roaring with her as she yells again, “Yes!”
As she clenches and gushes onto my thighs, I’m pumping her full of hot, thick, sticky seed. Coating her until she overflows. And she does. Again and again.
I stay inside her. We roll together onto the couch, drenched and panting, I nibble and nuzzle her neck and her ear. Look in her eyes, amazed. She kisses me, and then we sigh together. Wrapped up in each other. Spent. Panting.
“You are beautiful, Chrissy.”
“Dimitri.”
“You’re mine now, Chrissy, I’m going to protect you.”
I hold her close. Cradle her. Rock her. Stroke her. Something deep inside me has changed.
Chapter 11
Her
WE’VE BEEN DOZING. CURLED up, wrapped in each other. I don’t think I ever felt so happy or content. Just thinking that gives me a feeling of dread. I want to know if he’s asleep. I suspect he’s a hyper-charged man who’s never completely asleep. Like a fierce cat.
“Those things you said,” I murmur. I can’t get them out of my head. “I don’t expect you to mean any of them. Hearing you say them, though. It made me feel so good, Dimitri.”
He pulls me closer. Still not letting on that he’s awake. I say, “You made me feel really good .”
He hugs me tighter again.
I tell him, “I don’t think I can call you Dima. It doesn’t sound right. Not in my voice. Don’t you think?”
He squeezes me. Strokes me. “Dimitri’s good,” I say, “But I think I prefer Boris.”
His eyes stretch wide open, “Whaat‽!” He rises over me like a sea monster, his eyes blazing.
He grabs me and tickles me savagely. Without mercy. He goes on, finding more and more sensitive spots, until I’m helpless. I can’t stop laughing, and I can hardly speak to beg him to stop.
His fingers flick, pinch and snake all over me, poised and ready when I curl up to hide myself. Darting suddenly into an unexpected place.
Shaking and laughing so much that it hurts, finally I’m able to say, “Dimitri, Dimitri, Dimitri, please…” and he shows mercy.
Then he pulls me down the couch. “I meant every word, and don’t you ever doubt it.”
He slaps my ass, “Understand?” The raw sting spreads a glow through my body. My God, I think I’m falling in love.
After a while Dimitri asks me, “Chrissy, this ‘director’ you talked about in St. Petersburg. What did he look like?”
“Let me get my phone.”
“You have a photo of him?”
“No. He never let me take a photo. I have a drawing app. I can draw him for you.”
“Can you draw him on paper?”
“You really don’t want me to turn my phone on.”
“It’s not safe.”
“Okay. He’s tall, distinguished. Stands straight and high. He has a firm, precise manner. Clear, gray eyes. He has the whitest hair, but with shocks of pure black that sweep back from his temples.”
Dimitri freezes.
Then he sits up and tells me, “Assignments come to me from a man known as the Firebird. He has been my controller and my only contact since I began taking work for the Bratstvo. When I was first invited to work for the organization, I was told almost nothing about the Firebird. Nothing at all about the organization that he represented.”
I want to interrupt him, but I don’t. There’s an urgency in his voice. I think that he’s processing, thinking it through as he talks.
“When I have traveled on assignments to London, Buenos Aires, Marseille – anywhere in the world – I was always amazed at the resources there were at the Bratstvo’s disposal. All of it seemed to be at the Firebird’s fingertips.
“I met him only once, in a very discreet and exclusive restaurant in St. Petersburg. I was shown into a private room, a room big enough to accommodate a dozen diners or more, but there was just a single table, set in the middle of the room with a chair on either side. The curtains were drawn, light was low, and I sat to wait.
“After about ten minutes, two large men in close-fitting suits came in and searched me. They were thorough. Uncomfortably thorough. They took my phone as well as my wallet and everything else that was in my pockets.”
I can’t believe that he’s trusting me with this. But then I get a sense of where the story is going.
“I was left alone in the room again, with the door closed for about another fifteen minutes. When the door was opened again by one of the goons, he held it for the Firebird to enter. Tall, elegant, evidently cultured but with an athletic build. He wore an old aristocratic ring, either from the time of the Czars, or a very good fake.”
Oh. Oh, no.
“He had a perfectly coiffured mane of white hair. Quite splendid, really. With shocks of dark hair running from his temples and along both sides.“
Now I’m confused. A rising panic boils inside me.
“He told me that the work would be unpredictable, often very dangerous, and usually at very short notice. ‘You will be allowed to decline one assignment, Dimitri.’ He told me. ‘But if you do, you will never be offered another.’ He was telling me that I was expendable.”
“If I made any guesses at all, I assumed that the organization, the Bratstvo, was run for a cartel of oligarchs and senior Russian politicians. But I never asked questions.” He shakes his head, “Now, I wish that I’d been more curious. I want to know who to kill when all this is done.”
Then he looks up and asks me, “Did you ever hear of anyone called ‘Domovoy’?”
“No. Is that one of those old Russian fairy tales?”
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