Russo Saga Collection

by Nicolina Martin

  “So, Lucas,” she says one day as I’m about to leave, “you come here a lot. Did you take the matron up on the offer?”

  I frown. “What offer?” I have no idea what she’s talking about.

  “To be with the girls, silly.”

  I inhale sharply. “No! I’d never—”

  “Be with a whore?”

  “It’s not that…”

  “You don’t like sex?”

  “Of course I do.”

  “Then why not?”

  I’m sweating. The room is suddenly infinitely hotter. “I don’t think of them that way.”

  “They’re good girls, Lucas. Kind. Clean. You’d have a good time.”

  I dart back to her side and stare down at her. “I don’t want to be with any of them.”

  “Why?”

  “Because… because I… I just don’t.”

  I am so close to telling her that all I dream of is her, that all I see when I close my eyes at night is her delicate hands, her big brown eyes, her rare smile.

  “You’re a funny guy. When was the last time you had sex?”

  I swallow. “A while.”

  “And how long is ‘a while’?”

  “About six-seven months, I think.”

  “Wow.”

  “Do you like it?” I suddenly blurt out. Then I wince and wish I’d have bitten my tongue off instead.

  “Sometimes.”

  “With the… customers?”

  “It happens.”

  “Did you like it with… him?”

  She freezes, her gaze turning distant. “I think I could have, but he was nothing but cruel.”

  “I want to kill him!”

  She puts a finger to my lips, and it’s all I can do not to grab her hand and kiss it.

  “Don’t ever speak like that.” Her features soften. “Tell me instead, what do you like?”

  My cock stirs. I try not to think of her like that. It’s the last thing she needs, yet another hungry guy who wants to use her.

  “I—”

  “Do you want me?”

  I must look as shocked as I feel, because she laughs.

  “It’s okay. I’m a whore.”

  “I don’t think of you like that.”

  “What? Like a woman?”

  “Like a whore, Carmen.”

  “It’s what I am.”

  “No, you’re so much more. You’re sweet and intelligent, caring…”

  “Do you like me?”

  I look at my hands, my cheeks heating up. What is it with this girl that makes me so shy? I’m no virgin. I’ve had my share of chicks. None of them have affected me like this one does, though.

  “Yeah…”

  “Come here,” she whispers, and lays a hand on my nape, rising to meet me. I sit down on the edge of the bed, pulled to her with strings so tight I’m unable to fight them.

  “I like you too.” Her breath fans my lips, her scent is sugary, like fresh apples, warm like the sun. When I close the distance, pressing my mouth against hers, she parts her lips and a little gasp escapes her.

  “Oh my God,” I whisper and cup her cheeks, pulling her to me. My cock turns rock hard as I explore her mouth, her sweet crevices, taste her tongue, devour her. Her breaths get heavier, the air thicker. Finally, I still and rest my forehead against hers.

  I pull back and meet her gaze. Her eyes beam. She looks happy. It’s a sight so rare it makes my heart stutter.

  “I—I should go,” I almost double over from the need that surges through me. Need for her, for her body, her mind, for more of her full lips.

  She’s not stupid. She is so not stupid. Her eyes fall on my groin and on the bulge I can’t hide.

  “You should ask one of the girls.”

  “How can you say that?” My cock softens from the mere thought.

  “Why not? It’s just sex.”

  I lick my lips and regard her, the silence mounting between us.

  “Not to me, it isn’t.”

  I stumble out before I climb up on the bed and pull the duvet off her. I don’t want anyone else. Never again.

  Chapter 10

  Lucas

  One day I just say it. In the middle of sword fights and arrows flying over pointy ears.

  “I almost hurt someone. Really bad.”

  It takes her a few moments before she reacts to the changed tone of my voice. She narrows her eyes as she studies me.

  “A woman?”

  A shudder runs through me at the memory. I look at Carmen, at how the rays of sun play in her dark brown hair. She has so many colors in her hair it’s unbelievable. Brown, golden, copper. It shifts with the light. She was hurt so bad. Hurt by the same monster who nearly made me kill that woman, if not directly, then through his guys.

  “But you didn’t?” she continues when I don’t answer.

  I let the book drop on my lap and look at my palms. I still feel the weight of the knife. The nausea. The nightmarish heat in my mind.

  “I see it before me every time I close my eyes,” I whisper. “It’s like cancer. It’s eating me.”

  “You should leave, Lucas. You shouldn’t work for him.”

  “You should leave!”

  “I can’t!”

  “Go back to Colombia. I can help you if you need money.”

  She shakes her head, then a crooked smile ghosts past her lips. “You want to get rid of me that bad?”

  “No! I— Are you ever gonna tell me why?”

  “Maybe.”

  “Please, Carmen, before something worse happens. Do you know what my worst nightmare is? Of them all?”

  My little beauty shakes her head and frowns.

  “That I’ll get the call to drive you there again.”

  She pales, and her eyes widen. I grab her hand and she clutches mine. We look at each other, no one speaking.

  “Please, Lucas. Think of yourself first. I’ll manage.”

  “I want to take you away. Just go somewhere.”

  The sadness in her gaze makes my chest ache. “Come here,” she says, and pulls me to her.

  I climb up on the bed and nestle in next to her, pulling her to me. “Does it hurt? Should I—”

  “No. It doesn’t. Please just hold me.” She snuggles closer, resting her head on my arm. I lay my chin on top of her head and inhale her scent, fresh and flowery. Having her in my arms for the first time since I carried her inside this house that fatal night makes my head spin. My heart feels as if it’s gonna burst.

  Carmen leans away a little, her eyes roaming my face. I lower my head toward hers, taking in her lips, her delicate nose, those big brown eyes that express so much, then I catch her mouth and pull her tighter. Her response makes me hard in an instant. She clutches my shoulders, pulling me even closer, and the little mewl that escapes her lips makes me push her on her back and lean over, never breaking the kiss. I hesitate, I don’t want to scare her, but then I can’t stop myself and press my hard bulge to her groin.

  “Lucas,” she gasps, clutching my neck, my back, as I ravage her mouth, Carmen responding in kind. “Come in under the blanket.” She begins to pull at the fabric.

  I glance at the door, unsure if it’s a good idea. There’s no lock.

  “Don’t worry about it. Please.”

  I can barely breathe as I climb in under the sheet. She’s got on little pajama shorts and a tank top, no bra, and as she pushes her little body against mine, molding her shape to me, I nearly implode with need.

  I put my hand on her belly. “Where do you hurt?”

  “Nowhere. Please touch me.”

  I feel her ribs under my fingers as I search my way up, finding her large, firm breasts, round, soft, all natural, so heavenly female. Her nipple hardens under my touch, and I circle it lightly, squeezing her soft swelling, finding the other, paying it even more attention.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Stop asking,” she moans. “I am. I’m very okay. Oh my God, Lucas. I’m getting so fucking w
et just from you touching my tits. You want to feel it?” She takes my hand and puts it between her legs. “Touch me.”

  I press against the fabric of her shorts, feeling it hot, damp. Rubbing back and forth, I am amazed by how I affect her, how she moans and rocks her hips in small, jerky moves. I push my hand between her warm belly and the hem of the shorts, finding her naked mound, sliding lower, circling her clit, lower, and oh God, she’s wet. So wet for me.

  My cock strains against my pants, wanting to be there, between her legs, to thrust inside and bury myself in her sweet, sweet body.

  “I want to make you come, Carmen.”

  “Just keep doing, what you’re doing, baby,” she gasps.

  I catch her mouth, devouring her, as I circle her clit, then slide lower, finding her tight soaked channel. Pushing two fingers inside, I begin to thrust as I find her breast with my other hand. She bucks up against me, her breaths erratic.

  “Clit, baby,” she gasps, “rub my clit, then back inside, and keep switching.”

  She mewls in my mouth as I obediently follow her orders, then her whole body arches as her inner walls clench around my fingers.

  “I’m coming,” she squeals. “Oh my God, Lucas!”

  When she’s stopped trembling and gasping, I just rest there, my fingers buried inside her. My cock wishes intensely it was there instead, but I’m really fucking happy with getting her off.

  Carmen takes my arm and pulls my soaking wet hand to her mouth, licking it clean, sucking on every finger in turn, her gaze never leaving mine.

  “Next time, it’s your turn,” she says, her eyes flashing with mischief, her cheeks beautifully flushed.

  Carmen

  I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed with such tenderness. Every night I fall asleep with his taste on my lips. The closeness between us has grown into something I can’t quite fathom. He wants me. But I don’t know to what extent. I can’t have a boyfriend. It’s just not possible. Not that we’re forbidden to have romantic relationships, not at all, but I’ve always felt it would be weird. I fuck a bunch of men, then go home and… do what? I’d feel unclean. Unworthy. I would always wonder if he secretly suffers, knowing what I do, if I’d be exclusive with someone.

  Still I’m unable to let Lucas go. I should push him away, tell him thank you, it’s been nice, but it’s time to get back to life. My own real life is approaching fast. The matron has been really careful with me. My ass still isn’t good to go, but the rest of me is, with some concealer on the fading bruises. Men generally don’t like the sight of a beaten woman, unless they’ve done the beating themselves. We don’t serve that kind here, though. There’s only the one.

  I try not to think about him.

  The monster in the beautiful white mansion on the hill.

  I still wake sweaty from nightmares, but they’re not as intense, and not every night. I know this peace is temporary. I know I should run. But where would I go? It would be so much worse if I tried to escape. If he found me, he’d punish me so bad I can’t even put words or images to what he’d do to me.

  Sitting cross legged on the bed, in a cute little yellow dress, I play a silly game on my phone when someone knocks on the door.

  “Come in!”

  The door opens and Lucas sticks his head around the doorjamb. “Are you decent?”

  “Never.”

  He laughs and closes the door behind him. Stopping right inside, his gaze travels over my body, and lingers on my tanned naked knees. The air in the room gets thicker. Someone has needs. I look at his groin, and I’m not wrong.

  It’s my turn, and I can’t wait to see what he’s hiding there, because I’ve felt the impressive bulge and it makes my mouth water. He’s shy, and it’s absolutely adorable. I love it about him. I love that he’s so careful, so tender, so… loving.

  “Do you…” he says as he chews on his lower lip, “want to read?”

  “Sure. Come sit next to me.” I pat the mattress and fluff up the extra pillow. I feel devious. He’s not gonna get far with the reading. My mind is set on something else entirely.

  Lucas picks up the book that lies in the windowsill and joins me on the bed. I sniff his shoulder.

  “Is that smoke?”

  He sniffs himself as he opens the book. “Yeah, a house was on fire a few blocks from where I live. I didn’t realize I caught the smell.”

  “It smells nice, like a campfire.”

  I picture us, sitting under the stars, huddled under a blanket as a fire crackles next to us. Then I nudge him.

  “Read.”

  He kisses the tip of my nose. “You’re so demanding, miss.”

  “Mm-hmm and you love it.” I poke the book, then I let my hand fall on his stomach, enjoying the warmth through the fabric.

  Lucas begins with the magic words, the words that take us far from here. I snuggle closer. I love listening to his deep rich voice. He could do this professionally, I’m sure of it. He could narrate audiobooks. It’s not a talent everyone possesses, but Lucas does.

  As he reads, I slide my hand lower, along ripped muscles that my fingers itch to feel without any fabric in the way. I pinch at his shirt, pulling it up bit by bit until a sliver of soft skin reveals itself.

  “Hey,” he says, “did you want me to read?”

  “Shhh, keep reading.”

  I slide the tips of my fingers back and forth along the warm, velvety patch, smiling as he twitches and stutters on the words. I’m transfixed by his growing bulge and my fingers find their way there on their own accord. He’s hard, and large. I cup his cock in my hand and squeeze. His hips buck and he gasps.

  “Babe, I can’t focus.”

  “Never mind me, hon. Keep reading.” I squeeze again, caressing back and forth along his length. “If you stop, I stop.”

  “You’re evil,” he groans.

  I smile and unbuckle his belt as I listen to his soothing voice, feeling it reverberate through his chest and belly, all the way down to my hand. I unzip and expose the contour of his long, thick cock, precum already soaking the front of his briefs. I stroke him, reveling in the way his breaths get erratic. I haven’t even started yet, and he’s almost losing it.

  “Read,” I mumble, and move in, blowing on his naked belly before I plant the first kiss. He smells of smoke and late summer nights, of sandalwood and cedar. Pushing down his briefs, I free his eagerly arched cock and put my lips to its base. He’s got a thick tuft of blond hair, and I love that he’s natural. He feels so real in this weird world. He shouldn't be here. Sometimes I dare think I shouldn’t either. When I circle my fingers around his shaft and lick my way up to the head, Lucas grabs my hair and groans.

  “Carmen!”

  “What did I say?” I make my voice stern and smile as I circle my tongue around the velvety tip, sampling the little drops of sweet-salt. He exhales with a shudder and keeps reading. I gotta be honest, I haven’t really heard the last few minutes of the story. I rise on my elbows and slide down, taking him in deep, all the way to the base and stay there a few seconds.

  He’s quiet again, his erratic breaths the only thing heard in the room.

  I pull back and let my tongue slide around the head as I look up at him from under hooded eyelids. “Do you like it?”

  “Like?” he gasps. “Motherf— You’re fucking amazing.”

  “Read to me.”

  “I can’t see the words!” he groans.

  “Then make something up.”

  I grip the base firmer and start moving my hand up and down as I take him deeper again, increasing the pace. He tastes so good, and his cock is so beautiful. I ache to feel it inside me, but I don’t know what it will do to us, to consummate this, whatever ‘this’ is, and I’ll be more than happy to just pleasure him.

  I kiss his belly as I move my hand along his shaft. “Come for me, Lucas. I want to taste you. I want to hear you moan for me.” I kiss lower, kiss his hair, lower, put my lips to his balls that tighten, on the verge of release. I lic
k and nip my way back up to the head and sink him all the way in again, circling my tongue, gripping him harder, pumping his cock in my hand.

  A muffled cry, almost like he’s in agony, then thick, hot semen hits the back of my throat. I swallow every drop, licking him clean. Lucas twitches and arches. His moans are so sexy, and I’m so turned on, it wouldn’t take much for me to come too.

  Resting my head on his belly, I close my eyes as I feel his fingers thread through my hair. Not the time to think of Mamá, but his caresses make me do just that, and I have to fight the tears that suddenly want to fill my eyes. They’re a weird mix of happy and sad. Happy, because this moment is just perfect, it’s warmth, light, and tenderness. Sad, because it won’t last.

  I pull up his briefs and zip up his pants, then I sit up.

  “I’ll be working again tomorrow. It’s time.”

  “What? You mean—” He gets up on his elbows and stares at me.

  I nod. “I’m healed enough. The bruises can be covered up. They can’t go in my ass yet, though. Not fit for fight.” I try to smile, but I don’t get it quite right. The memory of why it isn’t fit is still too raw.

  “No. Isn’t there a way…? You need more rest!”

  I put a hand on his arm. “It’s fine, Lucas.”

  He doesn’t look convinced.

  “Read to me some more. I don’t think I got that last part.”

  Chapter 11

  Carmen

  The knock on the door, has me flying out of the bathroom, toothbrush still in my mouth, hopping on one leg to try to get my pajama pants back on. I was halfway out of them, about to take a shower after having slept all day. I’ve entertained men several nights in a row and turned night into day as if I’m a vampire.

  “Yes?” I pull open the door. Outside stands the matron. I smile, but the look on her face makes my muscles freeze. “What is it?”

  She’s pale, her eyes dulled.

  “You have been summoned, Carmen.”