Chapter 16
Zoya~
I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to be feeling right now, but breathless wasn’t supposed to be anywhere on that list. I should be feeling angry, resentful, or even scared. After all, I was in Kasimir Korolev’s home, and it’d be nothing for him to snap my neck with no one else around to help me.
However, instead of feeling disgusted to my core, I was feeling confused about how I could be turned on by the tenor of his voice, the nearness of his body, and the look in those crazy eyes of his.
Was I really this shallow? Was I really willing to ignore everything that this man was just because he was gorgeous?
Kasimir Korolev was a Korolev Bratva prince; he was a killer.
He was also reputed to have no soul, and I believed it.
Nevertheless, all he’d done was lower the strap of my dress, and I was already close to panting for him like a dog in heat.
Or maybe I was just lonely.
Maybe I was just lonely, depressed, and tired of barely existing.
Maybe this was about more than just the money to start over new somewhere else.
Maybe I just wanted to forget how crappy my life was for just one night, and I had no doubt that Kasimir could be the man to help make that happen.
When Marcelle had remarked on how good Kasimir must be in bed, I’d been feeling too hateful and overwhelmed to give it any real thought, but now that there was nothing distracting me from all that sinful gorgeousness of his, I could see why she’d think that.
Kasimir grabbed my shoulders, then turned me around, and I couldn’t believe how warm his hands felt on my skin. Suddenly, I was hyper-aware of everything about him, and if I could afford to have any pride, I’d feel embarrassed right now.
“Tell me that my hands can explore your body, baby,” he said, his breath tickling my right ear.
“Tell me that my lips can kiss your skin. Tell me that my tongue can lick you all over. Tell me how badly you want me to bury my face in between your thighs.” His lips danced across my skin, but barely as he added, “Or do you really want missionary only, so that I can read every expression on your face as I bury my cock so deep inside your pussy that you’ll never not feel me again. ”
Missionary wasn’t supposed to sound so sinful. Missionary was supposed to be boring and at the bottom of the list of positions. Missionary was supposed to be for people who no longer felt any passion in their marriage and just wanted to get it over with.
It wasn’t supposed to sound dangerous.
“Kasimir...” I whispered, not knowing which answer to give.
That’s when I felt his hands go for the zipper on the back of my dress, and the second that the fabric fell to the floor, I knew that he was going to be able to smell me. He was going to be able to smell just how much I didn’t hate him right now.
“I need to hear you say the words, baby,” he said. “I need to hear the word yes, and then I will do the most unholiest things to your body. I just need you to say yes, lepestok.”
He was pleading for permission, even when he didn’t need it, and that was confusing me further.
We both knew that my permission had been given when I’d gotten up on that stage, and in taking his money, I really was a whore, no matter what my dignity was trying to convince me of.
I wasn’t in the position to be able to tell this man no, so why did he sound like he was giving me the option?
“Say yes, Zoya,” he urged as the sound of him unzipping my dress rang through my ears.
Even though I knew that regret would come later, I said the only thing that felt right in this moment. “Yes.”
I felt Kasimir’s shuttered breath on my bare skin, and I closed my eyes as he pushed my dress from both of my shoulders, the soft fabric finally floating down my body until it was piled around my feet.
Since I wasn’t heavy-chested, the dress’ built-in bra had been enough underneath, and so now I was standing in my panties and heels only, and insecurity threatened to sneak into the moment.
At this point, I could probably be considered malnourished, and I couldn’t see any man finding that attractive.
“It was like you were created just for me,” Kasimir whispered before kissing the side of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “You couldn’t be any more exquisite, Zoya.”
My chest was heaving with an unexpected need, but I wasn’t going to question it or fight it.
For one night, I was going to let Kasimir Korolev make me forget all the things that were wrong with my life, and I didn’t care how hypocritical that made me.
I also didn’t care that I was probably going to burn in hell for dancing with the devil himself.
“Turn around and let me see you,” he ordered, and having made my decision, I opened my eyes before turning to face him as I stepped out of my dress and heels, showing myself to him at my most vulnerable.
Kasimir’s strange-colored eyes raked down my body, and even though I was almost completely naked, my skin felt hot just from his stare, and it was hard not to believe that he really was the devil.
Only a wicked, sinful kind of sorcery would have me forgetting that I should be trying to run from him.
“Now, it is your turn to undress me,” he stated, and I could barely hear him over the roaring of blood in my ears. Whatever kind of foreplay this was, it was torturous.
Nevertheless, doing my best to appear confident, I reached out to grab the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it upward, and since I was so much shorter than he was, he was gracious enough to help me, and when his shirt joined my dress on the floor, my mouth parted with an appreciative breath, Kasimir Korolev being every woman’s dream.
Even if you didn’t like tattoos, that didn’t matter when you saw just how shredded the man was.
With my eyes taking in every inch of bare skin, it was obvious that Kasimir didn’t need a gun to kill anyone.
“Like what you see, lepestok?” he smirked, making me look up at him.
“Do you really need more compliments?” I asked, though I could barely recognize my own voice.
“From you? I’ll never get enough,” he replied, and he sounded serious enough to make me want to wish for things that weren’t real.
For a second, I wondered why this couldn’t be a regular date with a regular guy and a casual case of simple attraction. Why couldn’t he be anyone other than Kasimir Korolev, and why couldn’t I not be the niece of Armen Orlova?
“You’re not done, baby,” he remarked, his eyes still staring into mine, and only pure evil could steal my breath like this. “Keep going.”
As I reached for his jeans, Kasimir began toeing off his shoes and socks, and as he kicked them aside, I grabbed the waistband of his jeans, then pushed them down over his hips, taking his boxer briefs along with the denim.
When I stepped back to let Kasimir kick aside the rest of his clothing, my heart got stuck in my throat as I finally got a good look at all that was Kasimir Korolev, and there was no denying the impressiveness of the man, no matter how much hate might lay between us.
Stepping towards me, Kasimir reached for my panties, then dropped onto his haunches as he pulled them down over my hips, and while I’d been expecting him to stand back up to finally do something that was bound to ruin me, instead, Kasimir got comfortably balanced, and when I felt his tongue flick out quickly to tease the slit between my legs, my hands immediately found his strong shoulders, doing my best to stay upright.
“Kasimir-”
“You said that I could taste you, baby,” he reminded me as his arms reached around me to cup my ass. “You told me yes.”
“I just...I can’t stand up while...I can’t stand...”
“Not a problem,” he chuckled before he lifted me by my ass, hooked my legs over his shoulders, then stood up with my pussy in his face, and incredulousness swirled around my brain as Kasimir walked us toward the back of his condo, presumably towards his bedroom.
Once we got there, Kasimir’s hands slid up my back, and when he bent over to place me on the bed, his face fell perfectly between my legs, and with my knees automatically dropping open, the man wasted no time sliding his tongue between my pussy lips, and I couldn’t have stopped the moan that erupted from deep within my throat, even if I’d tried.
“Oh, God...” I cried out, my back arching, my fingers gripping the comforter.
“I knew you’d taste incredible,” Kasimir growled before digging his fingers into my hips, holding me in place, making sure that I didn’t go anywhere.
Making sure that I couldn’t escape.
However, right now, there was nowhere else that I’d rather be.
I couldn’t remember the last time that a man had put his hands on me, and Kasimir was just as good with his tongue as I’d feared.
Every swipe of his tongue was deliberate, and it was clear that he knew what he was doing.
He was feasting on me like a starved man, but it was all being done with a singular purpose, and that was to drive me out of my goddamn mind.
It was also working.
Working too well.