Forbidden: A Romance Anthology

by Yolanda Olson

  “Keepin’ it classy. I dig it, but do you think you can refrain from puking your guts out until after I’ve had my way with you?”

  I laugh directly in his face.

  “You’re delusional if you think anything is happening between either of us tonight. I have one thing in mind and that is getting annihilated.”

  “Whatever,” he mutters. “While I’m fucking another girl tonight in the room next to yours, remember, that could have been you.”

  If only things were that simple.

  “It’s cool,” I shrug, smirking. “You’ll hear what a good fuck sounds like when Aleksei is deep inside me.”

  Nikolai laughs loudly, shaking his head at me. “This is why I like you, Lyra.”

  Laughing along with him, the tension drops, and the topic quickly changes. We shoot the shit about mindless stuff that neither of us care about. What else are we supposed to do? Share our feelings? I may have a vagina, but I don’t do that shit.

  Three drinks and two shots later, I am well on my way to spending my night on the bathroom floor.

  Then, of course, Nikolai has to bring up his brother and I end up with word vomit, saying shit that should stay in my head.

  “What happened with you and Aleksei? The moment he saw you he looked like he was ready to draw his gun and then he was gone.”

  “Your guess is as good as mine. We had a good time or at least I thought we did…”

  I’m lying but I have no idea what is coming out of my mouth at this point nor do I care. I’ll regret this conversation in the morning.

  “Lyra, Aleksei can’t relate to people like you and I. Yeah, we’re a part of the criminal world and families but we weren’t raised the same as others. By the time I was born, my father had already trained Aleksei and brainwashed him into what he is now. My mom wanted out and didn’t want me to have the same fate as Aleksei. So, I received some “love”, if you want to call it that. Which in the end, only had me getting beat close to death numerous times by our father and his men and our mother dead.”

  “The man you’re describing sounds like a completely different man than the one I know,” I admit, my own mind and feelings a jumbled mess.

  “The only person he cares about in his life is me and even then, he’s not my biggest fan. If he gets involved, you will become his weakness and you should know in our line of business that’s not something you need.”

  “Well fan-fucking-tastic,” I reply sarcastically. “It’s a good thing I’m not looking for his hand in marriage. All we would do is destroy each other which wouldn’t be good for either of us.”

  I down the rest of my drink before ordering two more shots and another drink.

  “I’m glad you realize that. But, us on the other hand baby, you’re a fighter, I can tell. I don’t usually like when they fight back, but we could have a lot of fun. Fuck him being my brother, I can make you forget him.”

  Thankfully, my drinks show up. I throw back the two shots with ease and start consuming my drink much faster than I should.

  Yep, I’m definitely drunk off my ass.

  Nikolai’s offer is starting to seem appealing. I could use a good distraction right now and I’ve used him for that purpose quite a few times already.

  “I’m going to the bathroom. Don’t leave. Should I get you a bottle, you’ve been nursing your drink for a while pussy,” I taunt.

  “Maybe because I’d like to remember your pussy in the morning.”

  I get up from my seat in the most ungraceful manner. The room is definitely spinning. Turning around, I run directly into a hard, warm body.

  Aleksei. Just my luck.

  My drunken mind forces the words Fuck you out and I stumble away toward the bathroom.

  “I’ll be back for you motherfucker. And if you’re lucky, I’ll kill you rather than turn you into a fucking vegetable,” Aleksei threatens Nikolai.

  He trails me to the bathroom and actually follows me inside.

  “Who the fuck are you?” I scoff in disbelief. “Get out of the bathroom and leave me alone.”

  What am I, a child?

  He corners me. “I think the more appropriate question is what the fuck are you doing?”

  “Well, I was planning on taking a pee. Alone, I might add,” I reply as I slam the stall door in his face.

  I hear the bathroom door slam, so obviously he took a hint and finally left.

  I’m wrong again. He’s right outside the door waiting.

  Grabbing a hold of my arm, he’s practically dragging me out the door. “I’m taking you up to your room. You’re trashed.”

  We make a pit stop at the bar by Nikolai.

  “We’ll talk about this later. You need to keep your hands off what’s mine.”

  So now I’m his?

  They argue quietly enough that I can’t hear. Not that I could comprehend much at this point.

  I quickly order two more shots and drink them as quickly as possible before dickhead decides he wants to act like he’s my dad.

  After downing the shots, I can barely walk. I’m seeing double and I start heading toward the door to leave.

  I don’t protest as Aleksei picks me up and carries me to the elevator. I rest my head on his shoulder and let sleep take over.

  I briefly register him placing me in bed and crawling in with me, pulling my body close to his.

  Even being completely shit faced, I can still feel the electricity from his touch and I fucking hate it.

  Chapter Seven

  Aleksei

  This whole night has been a total mind fuck.

  I knew something was off when I found out her last name and came up with nothing when I ran a background search on Lyra Garber. But I disregarded it. My judgment was clouded.

  She’s a completely different person than I thought she was.

  I don’t know if I’m more relieved to be business associates with her or completely pissed off about this situation.

  Nikolai will be getting a beat down. He thought because I walked out of the meeting, that suddenly he could move in on her, but he was wrong. She is mine.

  Feelings of betrayal infiltrate my mind.

  By her.

  By my own brother.

  I’m paranoid for no reason.

  I’m the reason she got as drunk as she did and the magnetic pull between us is too much. I needed to feel her, to be close to her. So, I got in bed with her, just to hold her and wake up and see her beautiful face in the morning.

  Brushing her vanilla scented hair out of her face, I study her. Her face is perfectly proportioned with soft plump lips. It’s slim with high cheekbones. With such a` petite body, everything about her is proportionate.

  Beautiful is an understatement.

  Closing my eyes, breathing in her scent, I slip into a deep slumber. And it’s the best sleep I’ve ever had.

  Waking up, our limbs are tangled in one another. One leg in between mine, the other thrown over my hip. I don’t bother moving my hand from her ass as she begins to stir.

  She makes a wholehearted attempt to lift my arm from her and pull her leg from mine. I tighten my arm and thighs, not allowing her to slip from my grip.

  “Shhh,” I whisper into her ear. “Just lay here with me for another minute.”

  Reluctantly, her body relaxes into mine. She buries her face into the crook of my neck. Running her hand over my abs, her hand comes to a stop on my chest.

  “Let’s just stay like this. Forget we have any type of a business relationship. Can’t we just pretend we’re two normal people, just getting to know one another?”

  “You have no idea how much I wish it could be like that.”

  “Let me enjoy this before I realize how pissed off I actually was last night.”

  So much for things being any different this morning. There’s no reason for me to care.

  The feelings I was developing before were clearly false. People like me, we don’t really have feelings. We do what we have to do in order to s
urvive.

  Our relationship is strictly business now. I don’t do this, it’s not in my makeup, but she makes me want to be different and try something I’ve never done before.

  My mind and feelings are so conflicting and foreign right now.

  It needs to stop. I need to get out of this bed immediately.

  Releasing her and separating myself from her, I instantly feel the heat leaving my body and I don’t like it.

  I push the thought of laying back down with her from my mind. “We’ll order room service and then we’ll talk.”

  “Yeah. I’m not hungry. You go ahead. I’m going to get a shower.”

  She’s pissed. Her body language and tone make it apparent. Controlling her emotions doesn’t appear to be her strong suit.

  She better not fuck this mission up or I’ll have to put a bullet between her eyes myself.

  Yes, those are the feelings I should have, not ones of being attached. She’s merely a pawn to complete a job and if need be, I would end her without batting an eye.

  Calling room service, I order some food for her as well. She’s going to be hungover and she needs to eat something. We need her on top of her game.

  As the shower turns on, I can’t help but picture her naked. The hot water running down her tight body. The stream of water hugging her curves. What I wouldn’t give to feel my cock slide inside her.

  Maybe if I fucked her and got this out of my system, these strange feelings would subside.

  I have a raging hard-on when room service arrives. I don’t bother hiding my arousal as I open the door. Fuck it.

  As I close the door, she’s coming out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel on. A short towel. The bottom of it landing just below her ass.

  I can’t help but wince as my dick strains against my pants.

  She glances down and cocks an eyebrow at me. Completely unfazed and disinterested, she motions toward the buffet of food.

  “What, you order the whole damn menu?”

  “I wasn’t sure what you liked so I ordered a little of everything. Considering the only thing you probably put in your stomach yesterday was alcohol, you need to eat something. You’re going to need your energy.”

  She grabs a piece of cantaloupe from the tray and walks toward the chair with her clothing, dropping the towel on her way there.

  What in the ever-loving-fuck?

  My feet are moving before my mind registers what the fuck I’m doing.

  Coming up behind her, I grasp her shoulders. I spin her around and take a step back.

  “If you’re going to put it all on display, I’m going to admire it because you have a body that should be worshipped.”

  My eyes trail back up to her face. Her eyes are full of lust, her lips curl upwards into a smile.

  She’s fucking with me. Testing me.

  And now she knows she has me by the balls. I’m totally fucked.

  Chapter Eight

  Lyra

  His eyes are burning a hole into mine. His stare so intense. Lust and fire are evident in his crystal blue eyes. The coldness that was once there has been replaced with heat.

  This was a test. For whatever reason, I wanted to see his reaction. This isn’t what I was expecting.

  But I can’t help but feel some type of satisfaction, for many reasons.

  The fucker acts like he’s such a hard ass, but his actions are telling me something completely different.

  The air between us is buzzing from the sexual tension.

  The tension is real, but my words—my feelings—are all part of the game.

  The feelings, they aren’t real.

  Closing the space between us, he brings his hand up to my cheek. He waits for me to make a move.

  Fuck it, I started this and I’m already being reckless. He tells me my body should be worshipped, so I’m going to let him worship it.

  Placing my hand on his firm chest, my body leans closer to his. His mouth collides with mine as he meets me in the middle. Our lips mold to one another. Slowly and sensually, our lips move in synchrony. His hand dives into my hair as the other grips me by the back of my neck with my arms wrapped around his.

  Tugging on my hair, he deepens this kiss. Our tongues are intertwined with one another, mimicking each other’s actions.

  My head is swarming, the heat rushing through me straight to my core. Running his hands down the sides of my naked torso, a burning sensation trails along with his movements against my skin.

  Reaching for his shirt, he pulls it over his head, revealing the body I’ve been waiting to see. Mimicking his movements, I run my hands down his chest, his stomach and back up. He begins to trail kisses, suckling down my throat and collarbone, making his way towards my breasts.

  He kisses his way across, just barely touching my nipples as a tease.

  I let out a soft moan, running my hand through his soft waves.

  Gently pushing me onto my back on the bed, he straddles me. He meets my eyes and they tell me all I need to know.

  He slowly draws one nipple into his mouth as he rolls the other between his fingertips. Sucking on my nipple and biting it, my back arches from the pleasure.

  “Oh Aleksei, fuck.”

  His hand trails down my body as he continues his assault on my nipples.

  “You’re so wet for me. That tight pussy’s dripping. I need to taste you.”

  Kissing and sucking his way down my torso, he meets my center.

  “Smells so good, so fucking sweet”

  He slowly licks through my folds, dipping his tongue inside me.

  “Holy fuck,” I moan. My insides are already clenching just from his tongue touching me.

  He circles my clit with his tongue, nipping my sensitive bud.

  I’m completely losing touch with reality, too caught up in the overwhelming pleasure he’s bringing to my body. Devouring me, I yell out obscenities as everything around me fades away.

  “Come for me, Lyra. Let me hear you, taste you as you come undone.”

  Gripping the bed sheets, my hips buck and I lose control, falling over the edge.

  Coming back down from my high, he licks me clean. Placing a soft kiss on my tender skin, he slides up beside me.

  His lips find mine in a slow kiss. I grab his face and intensify it. He picks up on it quickly and claims my mouth.

  Rolling onto his back, he pulls me on top of him, never breaking the kiss. I reach down between my legs and begin unbuttoning his pants. The sound of his zipper mixes with the sounds of our need.

  He lifts his hips as I slide his pants over his hips. Lips still connected, I grab him with my hand and guide his length into me. As I slide down his shaft, it registers how big he really is. So big that it almost hurts. With the pain comes pleasure.

  We begin moving together, our movements matching one another’s. He takes and I give, while I take and he gives. Time becomes lost. Our bodies are no longer separate and slowly, we drift into our sweet abyss.

  Waking up, I feel hungover. Not hungover from drinking too much alcohol. Hungover from drinking too much from him. My body suffers from a pleasurable soreness and my mind is hazy from our sex induced coma.

  Aleksei clings to me in his sleep as if I might vanish. His features are soft, the hardness not present as he sleeps. He looks much younger, more innocent.

  He’s vulnerable and he’s letting me in, exactly as I planned he would.

  He begins to stir, his eyes flying open as he squeezes me tightly.

  He visibly relaxes as he sees me and feels me beside him.

  “I don’t know why I thought you’d be gone,” he loosens his grip and the worry leaves his face.

  “I don’t usually dream. But, I know if I did, that’s exactly what a dream would feel like.”

  “Now that I’ve had you, I can’t let you go,” he stares into my soul.

  “So don’t,” I challenge.

  Glancing over my shoulder, his eyes widen as he finds the clock.

  “F
uck!” As he jumps up, his phone starts ringing.

  “What?...Yeah, no shit we’re running late…We will be there,” he barks into the phone as he ends the call. He looks to me, “Lyra, we’ve got to go. We were supposed to leave twenty minutes ago.”

  He paces the room in a frenzy, getting our belongings together and throwing clothes on himself.

  “Aleksei, calm down. You own the plane; they’re not going to leave us here.”

  It’s evident that he’s not in control. And he does not like it.

  “We still have to drive to the airport. We had things scheduled accordingly as to not fuck this up.”

  He throws my clothes at me. Ignoring them and letting them fall to the ground, I go to him. I grab his face and kiss him. His hands reach mine in an effort to move them from his face. Instead, he responds to the kiss and matches me, working his lips against mine until we’re both breathless.

  Pulling away, I soften the kiss.

  “Hey, it’s okay. Things happen, we overslept. Just breathe. We’ll hurry, we’ll get there, and everything will be fine.”

  Running his hand through his hair, he says, “You’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry. I’m used to being in control. Since I’ve known you, everything has been thrown off. I’m late to shit all the time and all over the place. It’s fucking with my head. We both need to be level headed for this. I can’t have this happen.”

  Just like that, our walls are back in place.

  Stepping away from him, I hastily get dressed and put my hair up in a bun.

  I walk out the door as he grabs our bags.

  There’s an awkward silence the entire ride to the airport.

  We board the plane and take our seats without a word or a glance in each other’s direction.

  “It’s about damn time you guys came,” Nikolai smirks. “I mean that in a number of different ways,” he winks at me.

  Aleksei huffs and scowls as he pulls out his laptop.

  “Seriously, what happened? Since she never came back to me last night, I know she was with you. Something’s not right with either of you,” Nikolai looks back and forth between the two of us. The tension in the air is so thick, it’s suffocating, and I’ve never wanted to be removed from a situation so badly.