3. Dahlia
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DAHLIA
M y entire interaction with Alek has left me shaken.
I’m beginning to wonder if doing this really was the smartest idea. There’s something violent about him, something primal and dangerous—which I knew, theoretically, as soon as I saw the tattoo on his hand. If he’s Bratva, then those things are a part of his nature.
But I’ve met other Bratva men. My best friend is married to one. And while Dimitri is undoubtedly a violent and brutal man, there’s something…else to Alek.
Something that makes every instinctive alarm that I have go off in my head, those warning bells that every woman has that tell her that a man is dangerous. That she should run , not towards him, but in the other direction.
My alarms have always been a little faulty. And with Alek, they keep getting silenced by the overwhelming flood of how thoroughly he turns me on.
Seeing the scar when he turned into the light should have made me run. If he got that in a fight, it was one hell of a scuffle. It looks like someone tried to open up the side of his face. I can only imagine what it looked like when it was fresh—but healed, it only adds to the dangerous sexiness of him that apparently draws me like a moth to the flame.
Do you want to play games? Or do you want to get fucked?
The moment he said that, I knew I was dealing with a man who is undoubtedly toxic for me in every possible interpretation of the word. And also, that Alek is a man who will fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before. Like I’ve always wanted to be fucked. He’ll give me the night to remember that I was hoping for. And even if I decide that I have to go back to D.C. and marry Jude, every time he’s inside of me I’ll have something to fantasize about instead.
There was never really any chance of my telling Alek no. But if he thinks this entire night is going to be about what he wants, he should think twice. Because I know what I want, too. And I intend to rock his world as thoroughly as he seems to think that he’s going to shatter mine.
The moment we step outside, the blast of frigid air that hits me, cutting through my blazer and silk blouse and sending cold bumps prickling over my legs, I question how I ever thought that getting on the back of his motorcycle was a good idea. The wind chill alone is going to turn me into an icicle by the time we get back to my apartment. But I’ve always wanted to get on the back of a gorgeous man’s bike, and I know I’d regret taking an Uber back instead. The thought of riding behind him, wrapped up in his spicy cedar scent, the smells of leather and oil and grease heating the cold between us, makes a flood of arousal sweep through me that momentarily banishes the chills.
He’ll warm me up once we get to my place. It’ll be fine.
I’m already anticipating brunch on Sunday, when I’ll get to tell Genevieve and Evelyn all about this. Genevieve especially is going to demand all of the details.
“I’m parked just down here.” Alek pauses long enough for me to catch up, his gaze sweeping over me once again. “Are you sure?—”
“I’m fine,” I say quickly, even though I’m already losing feeling in my feet, and I can feel how slick the ice is under my thin stilettos. I’m not about to admit defeat, even if my pride might result in hypothermia. The last thing I want is for this man to think I’m easily beaten.
A small smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth, as if he’s seen right through me and knows exactly why I’m insisting that I’m not already on the verge of freezing to death. Without a word, he steps to the edge of the curb, raising a hand into the air. In a matter of seconds, a yellow cab swings up to where we’re standing.
“Alek—”
“Get in.” He opens the door, and I slide in, slightly chagrined and torn between being irritated that he read me so easily, and unreasonably turned on by how demanding he is.
Alek follows me into the warm, slightly stale interior of the cab, and immediately that cedar scent floods my senses, overwhelming everyone else. “Give him your address, gertsoginya ,” he demands, and I frown slightly. But I lean forward, quickly giving the driver my address.
The last word has no sooner come out of my mouth than Alek’s hands are on my waist, spinning me around as he drags me into his lap, one hand coming up to twist in my hair as he yanks my mouth to his.
The kiss knocks the air out of me for a moment. My legs are splayed on either side of him, his fist pressed against the back of my scalp, his other hand on my hip pushing me down onto the impossibly thick ridge of his cock.
I can’t speak. I can barely breathe. I’ve never been kissed like this before, forcefully, but in a way that gives as much pleasure as it takes. His thumb presses into the divot below my hip bone, his fingers curved around me with a grip that’s almost painful as his teeth nip at my lower lip, his tongue instantly soothing the spot before it plunges into my mouth.
He kisses like a drowning man in need of air. The kiss alone has my panties soaked, and the fact that he’s doing this in full view of the cab driver is more of a turn-on than I ever would have thought it would be. I rock my hips down onto his, the feeling of his thick length grinding against me through his jeans and my clinging panties sending jolts of pleasure through me, and I angle myself so that my clit is rubbing against him, moaning into the kiss.
Alek jerks my head back when he hears the sound, breaking the kiss as his hand tightens in my hair. “Quiet,” he growls. “No one hears your moans tonight but me, krasivyy.”
I have no idea what he’s saying, only that I don’t want him to stop—and the things I never thought I’d allow a man to say to me are making me dripping wet instead. I nod to show that I understand, staying silent even just to speak, and a dark heat fills Alek’s eyes as his mouth tilts up at the corners.
“ Khoroshaya devochka ,” he murmurs, his eyes flicking from mine to my mouth and back again. “Good girl.”
I clench my teeth together to stop another moan, the words sending a shudder of pleasure through me. I grind helplessly down onto his cock, and Alek shakes his head, spreading his legs wider as he pushes me down onto the floor between them.
“No one sees you orgasm tonight but me, either,” he growls. “You’ll have to be patient, gertsoginya. But for now, you can keep on showing me what a good girl you are, net ?”
I’m not sure exactly what he means. But only a moment passes before I find out, as he sees the flicker of confusion in my eyes.
He chuckles darkly. “You got me too worked up, devochka . Now take care of it. Make me come, so I can go the rest of the night with you.”
His hand tugs my head down, one hand still firmly in my hair, as the other drags down his zipper, his tattooed fingers slipping in between the opening to slide out his thick, hard, cock.
“Sir, I—” The cab driver starts to speak, and I see Alek give him one dark, warning look, the hand that was encircling his length letting go just long enough to reach across, twitching his leather jacket to one side.
My heart nearly stops in my chest as I see the dark, unmistakable shape of a gun.
“Drive,” Alek growls. “And don’t bother taking your eyes off of the road.”
His gaze drops back to my wide, startled expression. “Suck, devochka ,” he says in that same thick, growling voice, his hand once again wrapping around his thick shaft as he angles himself towards my mouth.
Pre-cum pearls thickly from the tip, the swollen head alarmingly large this close. He has the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, and my stomach tightens with fearful anticipation. I look up at him, hesitating, and Alek slaps the tip of his cock against my mouth.
“Suck it,” he growls, and a flood of heat washes through me.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m kneeling on the floor of a taxi, between the legs of a man I just met a half hour ago, not in full view of the taxi driver—Alek is far more exposed than I am—but damn close. If he looks in the rear view mirror again, he’ll see my mouth on Alek’s cock. And I can’t believe I’m going to do this. But a hot, throbbing ache has settled between my thighs, and my skin is tingling with the same racing excitement that’s firing my blood. It’s because I’ve never done anything quite this dirty before that it’s turning me on so much. My panties are soaked through, and I can only imagine what the rest of the night has in store for me if this is how it starts.
“If you make me ask again, devochka , the night is over,” he murmurs, the threat in his words clear. And that’s the last thing I want right now.
I nod shakily, leaning in. I’ve gone down on men before, of course, but never one with a cock like this. And never one who seems so difficult to impress. I look up at him as I flick my tongue out, dragging it over the tip of his cock and licking up the drop of pre-cum that’s beginning to slide down, and a shudder wracks Alek’s entire body as his hand twists in my hair.
“ Okh, blin, eto tak chertovski khorosho— ” He curses aloud in a string of Russian, jerking my mouth down as his hips thrust up. I part my lips without thinking, and the first few inches of his cock thrust into my mouth, sliding over my tongue as more Russian spills roughly from him. “Fuck, your fucking mouth—” he growls in broken English, pulling me farther down his cock as his head falls back against the leather seat and he groans with a sound of pleasure that’s nearly painful.
My gaze shoots back up to his face, and what I see sends a jolt of hot, twisting arousal through me. His eyes are closed, his expression taut with the kind of pleasure that seems as if it’s almost too much, his stomach muscles flexing beneath where the edge of his shirt has ridden up. The hand that isn’t in my hair has let go of his cock, and is gripping the edge of the door, his hips thrusting up mindlessly as he attempts to bury more of his massive length into my mouth.
I’ve never had any man react so viscerally to pleasure before. Most guys kind of lay there, with the occasional grunt to let me know they’re still alive. Alek is lost in pleasure—this brutal, violent, short-tempered man is coming undone because of me , and suddenly I’m no longer going along with this, startled at my own lewd behavior.
I want to give him the best fucking blowjob of his entire life.
I lean up on my knees, sliding my left hand up his leg, gripping his thigh. Alek jerks at the sensation, his eyes flying open, and for one brief second a strange expression crosses his face. It’s shock—and something else, something that isn’t quite anger, but that I can’t read.
His eyes lock with mine, and there’s danger in them. A threat. A need . I don’t know who this man is or what is swirling behind those bright hazel eyes, and I have a feeling that I don’t want to. That it would pull me down into a deep, dark vortex that I might never escape from.
But a night…that’s different.
“ Sosi moy chertov chlen, ty krasivaya devushka,” he murmurs, his eyes still locked with mine, and I reach up, wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft. The taxi has stopped in traffic, and I can hear the short, nervous breathing of the driver in the front seat. I wonder if he’s watching in the rear view mirror—and the idea sends another jolt of arousal through me. I wonder if anyone else can see us.
Alek’s hips jerk again, pushing another inch of his length into my mouth. I can feel him throbbing, stiff and so thick that it strains the edges of my lips. I arch my neck, trying to take more of him, sliding him over my tongue until I feel the swollen head pressing at the back of my throat. I can taste him, salty and warm, and I struggle to obey him, to not let out a moan as I grip his thigh and start to slide my hand up and down the part of his shaft that I can’t fit into my mouth.
“ Ty mozhesh' vzyat' bol'she, gertsoginya,” he growls, tugging my head down. “Take it all.”
The sound of my name on his lips, rough as the Russian that was spilling from them a moment ago, makes me squeeze my thighs together. I start to slide the hand on his thigh away, intent on slipping it under my skirt, but he grabs it, squeezing.
“ Net ,” he snaps. “Your pleasure is mine, devochka . You come when I say so.”
A thrill runs through me at that. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be with someone who is truly dominant, who takes what he wants, who uses me for his pleasure. And right now, with Alek’s hand in my hair dragging my mouth down his length, I feel used.
It’s turning me on more than I ever felt possible.
“ Yebat—” He throws his head back against the seat, and I feel the muscle of his thigh go hard under my hand. His cock goes harder still in my mouth, throbbing against my tongue, and the hand that was wrapped around mine presses against the top of my head, pushing it down in the same moment that I feel his hot, salty cum flood my mouth as he thrusts his cock into my throat.
I’ve tried to deep-throat a few times before, with varying levels of success, but I’ve never experienced anything like this. My eyes fill with tears at the pressure in my throat, cum bubbling from the corners of my lips as he spurts over my tongue and down my throat faster than I can swallow it as I choke on him. His groan fills the space around us, a flood of rough Russian curses spilling from his lips between his moans of pleasure, and it’s so intensely erotic that my thighs squeeze together rhythmically, driving me to the point that I feel desperate to come.
His hands on my head hold me down, the cedar scent and warm musk of his skin filling my senses, and I’ve never been so turned on. I can’t breathe, and I can feel my own arousal, sticky on the insides of my thighs. His cock throbs once more in my mouth, the last of his cum streaking my tongue as he pulls free, breathing hard.
I stare up at him, and I can feel that my mascara and lipstick must be smeared. I can see traces of the latter on his cock, streaked over the skin, a shade darker than his own flesh. He looks down at his cock, marked with my lipstick, and moans again as he runs his fingers through my hair.
“I’ll keep you on me all night, devochka ,” he growls. His hand slides down, his thumb brushing away a streak of cum that leaked from the corner of my mouth. “Good girl.”
His thumb, wet with his release, pushes between my lips. Without thinking, I part them, taking it into my mouth, tightening my lips around his thumb the way I did his cock a moment ago. I’m dizzy with need, my entire body a throbbing pulse, and I need him to touch me. I never knew it was possible to reach this level of arousal, and now I’m starting to wonder if this was a good idea after all. How am I supposed to go back to normal sex, after this? How am I supposed to be satisfied with anything after finding out that this is possible?
I see his cock twitch, lying still half-hard against his jean-clad leg, and I blink at him, startled that his arousal can come back so quickly. It’s as if this man is starved for sex, though I can’t imagine how that could possibly be the case. I’m sure I’m one of a long line of women who comes through his bed—and in it—nightly.
The cab jerks to a stop, and I realize that I didn’t even notice we had started driving again after getting jammed up in traffic. “Here,” the driver barks out, a quiver in the back of his voice that I’m sure is due to the gun under Alek’s jacket, and Alek pulls the tip of his thumb from my mouth with a pop , reaching to tuck himself back in.
“Let’s go, devochka ,” he murmurs, in a low voice that promises all kinds of things. “It’s your turn.”
Heat floods through me at that, and as he opens the door, the rush of frigid air from outside feels like a slap in the face. He steps out of the taxi, holding his hand out to help me from the cab, and I take it without arguing. My knees feel like water, and I feel sure that I’d have slipped on the ice in my stilettos if I’d tried to get out on my own. His hand on the small of my back steadies me as we head up the walkway to the front door of my apartment building, and as I type in the keycode with unsteady hands, the door unlocking, I can feel Alek’s looming presence behind me.
The moment we step inside the quiet, dark lobby, Alek grabs me, spinning me around. His hand sinks into my hair again, and he drags me up against him, his mouth pressing against mine roughly. His tongue licks over the seam of my lips, into my mouth, as if he doesn’t care that I swallowed his cum only minutes before. He backs me up, pushing me against the nearest wall, and this time I can’t help but moan, the sound vanishing into the kiss.
His free hand slides up my thigh, under my skirt, and I moan again as it dips between my legs. He hooks two fingers roughly under the edge of my panties, jerking them to one side, his thick fingers plunging into my entrance. I gasp, my back arching at the sudden sensation of his fingers inside of me, and another moan tears from me as I grind down onto his palm.
“ Fuck ,” Alek snarls against my mouth. “So fucking wet for me.”
I’m drenching his hand. I’ve never been this wet. I roll my hips shamelessly against him, desperate for friction, for anything , and Alek pulls away just as I manage to angle myself so that my clit is rubbing against the heel of his hand through the fabric of my panties, breathing hard.
“No—” I gasp, leaning into him, but he steps back, looking towards the elevator.
“I won’t risk anyone coming out and seeing what’s for me alone tonight,” he growls. “Let’s go.”
His hand finds the small of my back again, pushing me towards the elevator, and I stumble forward, my mind a fog of lust. I’d do anything he asked at this point, I think. I’ve never needed to come so badly.
I slam my hand against the elevator button the minute we reach it, my fingers trembling. The moment the doors open I hurry inside, hitting the button for the eleventh floor, and as soon as the door closes Alek backs me against one mirrored wall, sinking to his knees in front of me as he jerks up my skirt with one hand.
There’s nothing slow or gentle about the way he handles me. He yanks my panties down my thighs, all the way to my ankles. “Up,” he snaps, tapping the side of my ankle, and I obey without thinking, letting him take them off the rest of the way. He stuffs them in his jacket pocket, and another flood of arousal washes through me, thinking about him keeping them for later. Filling his nose with my scent, maybe, while he jerks off, or wrapping the black lace around his cock. I’m dripping down my thighs now, and Alek reaches up, pushing two fingers into me roughly again before jerking up my skirt, gripping my hip as he leans in.
He looks up at me, scarred face clear in the warm light of the elevator, his eyes dark with a ravenous need. “Come for me before we reach the eleventh floor, devochka , or I’ll make you suck me off again before you get an orgasm.”
My eyes dart towards the display at the top of the elevator. Three . He leans in, sealing his mouth between my legs at the same moment that he reaches up with the hand that was just inside of me, pushing the two fingers wet with my arousal between my lips as his tongue lashes over my clit.
My knees nearly buckle. Only his hand, hard on my hip, keeps me from going down. My lips tighten around his fingers, the tangy taste of my own arousal mixing with the salty flavor of his cum, and I moan around them as Alek sucks my clit into his mouth, his tongue still rolling over it relentlessly.
Five . The pleasure builds, a sensation like nothing I’ve ever felt before tightening low in my stomach as my head falls back against the glass, my eyes tightly shut as I lose myself in the bliss of it. I’ve never been eaten out like this. I’m almost disappointed that he’s given me a time limit, because I want this to go on for longer. I don’t want it to end.
Seven . I peek just long enough to see that there’s four floors left as Alek flutters his tongue over my clit, my knees buckling again as he sucks, his tongue circling the swollen, sensitive flesh. He keeps his fingers in my mouth as he eats me out, and it’s so filthy, so terribly erotic that I can’t help but open my eyes. I want to see.
In the mirror across from me, I see us both. I look like a fucking wreck in the hottest way possible—my short leather skirt half up, pinned to one hip, while everything above my waist is only slightly disheveled, until I see my face. My mascara is blurred around my eyes, my lipstick gone, leaving only my reddened, swollen lips. My eyes are bright, my hair a mess, my skin flushed, and all the while, the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen is kneeling in front of me, his blond hair falling forward where it’s longer on top, his mouth pressed hungrily between my thighs.
That tips me over the edge. The sight of Alek going down on me, coupled with the hot, wet strokes of his tongue, his lips sucking at me—it’s too much. It’s straight out of a fantasy, better than any porn I’ve ever watched, and I see the number on the elevator… ten …right before I spill over the edge with a ragged moan that’s muffled only by his fingers still in my mouth.
My knees give out. His hand on my hip clamps down, stronger than I would have even guessed, pressing me against the mirrored wall as I come hard on his tongue. I feel myself soaking his tongue, his chin, drenching him with arousal as shudders of pleasure wrack my body, and I’ve never come so hard in my life. Not with my fingers, not with a toy, and definitely not with any other man.
My vision narrows, blurring, and I barely hear the chime of the elevator. I’m dizzily groping for the edge of the wall to hold myself up as Alek pushes himself to my feet, and I see that his lips and chin are damp, glistening in the light as my skirt falls back around my thighs.
Without a word, he steps out of the elevator, the only sign that he’s affected at all is the thick ridge in his jeans, telling me that he’s rock-hard again. He looks back at me as I follow him out, silent as I lead us towards my apartment door on legs that I’m not entirely certain will hold me up.
It takes me two tries to get the key in the door. Alek’s scent surrounds me, making my heart race, the promise of everything still to come making me light-headed. I finally get the door open, and he follows me into the entryway, closing the door hard behind us. I hear it shut, hear the sound of him sliding the locks closed—and even though it’s my door in my apartment, and I would have locked it anyway, every click makes my heart race a little faster.
I turn to face Alek, and in one swift motion, he turns towards me, too, moving before I can. He pins me to the wall, his hand just under my chin, and his gaze meets mine in the darkness of my apartment’s entryway.
“What now?” I whisper, my voice trembling, and a slow, wicked smile curves the edges of his lips.
“Now, gertsoginya , I’m going to fuck you.”