Chapter 32 - Mira
“It’s a beautiful night,” Mikhail whispered hours later as his hands came around her midriff to protectively cover her stomach where their child was nestled.
Mira sighed and leaned back against him. “A fitting conclusion to a beautiful day.”
“Was it?” he asked, levering away a bit to stare down at her.
Mira smiled to herself. “Mikhail, justice was served today. You got your father’s killer and I got my mother’s killer. We just need to decide what to do to him.”
She’d been unable to sleep, and had been staring at the moonlight and stars, contemplating all the events of the day and trying to make sense of it all. It was one thing suspecting that her mother had been killed by her father and it was an entirely different thing knowing that for sure.
Mikhail dropped a gentle kiss beneath her right earlobe, effectively distracting her from her musings, and she gave a small hum of pleasure.
“You excite me, Mira. Everything about you makes me very excited,” he whispered in a dark, silky tone that made wetness pool between her legs.
She grinned as she pressed her buttocks backward against the unmistakable hard length of his arousal. Good, he was affected by their proximity too. She would hate to be in this state alone.
As a matter of fact, if the hard bulge digging into her soft backside was any indication, she thought it was safe to say he was a little more affected.
Experimentally, she rocked her ass from one side to the other, brushing her soft buttocks against his hard cock.
He groaned in her ear and took her earlobe gently into his mouth. “What are you doing to me, Mira?”
A moan escaped her lips as his tongue flicked gently against the soft skin of her earlobe. “I’m just standing here minding my business, Mikhail. You’re the one driving me crazy.”
He laughed and tightened his hold on her. “Naughty girl.”
Before she could guess his intent, one hand boldly parted her robe and delved beneath it to stroke her soft, naked thighs.
“Mikhail,” she purred.
His hand drifted to the juncture of her thighs and gave a soft feather caress to the soft skin of her pussy. She had waxed it clean of all hair, so she felt his featherlight touch all the more.
“You’re like a drug in my system,” he told her as he dipped his hand into her pussy, softly stroking her already erect clitoris.
He lifted that one hand and carried it to his lips, tasting her. It was so erotic and more juices pooled in her pussy in reaction.
“I want to eat you,” he told her as he gently dipped one finger into her soft pussy, drawing more moisture out.
Then he carefully leaned her hands onto the window sill, bending her forward with the cool summer breeze whipping against her hair. He knelt down behind her, parted her legs, and began to eat her pussy from behind.
Mira screamed, unable to help herself. This was the most erotic thing she could ever have imagined. Looking out over the roiling landscape, with her hair and robes flapping in the wind, while he licked and kissed her pussy from behind—it was so titillating.
There was the fear that any of the men could be wandering below and look up and see her; there was the consciousness that she couldn’t permit herself to lose control completely, leaning on the window sill as she was; and then there was the sense of wonder as he showed her a world she hadn’t known existed.
Mira began to moan and groan, tossed helplessly on winds of passion as he licked and sucked and kissed her pussy.
Then just when she began to grip the windowsill tighter and tighter as the pleasure rose inexorably higher and higher inside of her, Mikhail removed his lips and replaced them with his finger.
“Oh please, Mikhail,” she begged, not even knowing what she was begging for and feeling a sense of loss she couldn’t describe as he pulled her back from the edge just when she’d been about to catapult into orgasmic pleasure.
With a wicked grin, he withdrew his fingers from her pussy and picked her up in his arms. He bent to kiss her softly and she tasted herself on his lips. Then he carried her to her bed and laid her gently atop the mattress.
“Tonight, I want to love you like a queen,” he whispered as he took off his clothes and eased her robe off her shoulders.
Mira was already high-strung with need and her legs shifted restlessly. Mikhail bent and gave her another lingering kiss before drifting lower to gently close his lips around her nipple. Mira groaned and pressed harder against him, her shoulders quaking with need as he began to suck her breasts, first one and then the other and back again.
She held his head, caressing the back of his head and neck and moaning as his ministrations made her begin to lose what little of her control she had regained, all over again.
“I want you, Mikhail. I need you. Please,” she moaned.
But he wasn’t done with her yet. He leaned up and pressed another lingering kiss to her lips, silencing her. Then he trailed his lips down again and kissed her abdomen, and then trailed lower still and kissed her clitoris again. Then he lifted away from her and plucked something from the pocket of his jeans. She watched him in wonder; it looked like lipstick.
When he uncorked it, she realized it was a small vibrator. He pressed it on and it began to hum.
Mikhail pressed the soft tip of the vibrator against her clitoris and dipped two of his fingers into her pussy. She screamed as pleasure catapulted through her.
Before she could control it, she was awash in sensation as she came in wave after wave of crashing pleasure.
When she gradually drifted back to earth, she opened her eyes and found Mikhail watching her. His gaze was hooded and intense.
Gently, he picked up her pearl necklace from its place on the nightstand. She frowned at him, wondering what he was up to. “Mikhail?”
“I have wanted to see you alone for so long,” he whispered as he slowly placed the necklace around her neck and began to fasten it. When he was done, he bent to kiss her again, his lips lingering.
When he lifted his head, Mira licked her lips slowly, her gaze locked on his, and he groaned in response.
“Mikhail? I want to suck you,” she whispered.
“I thought you would never ask,” he intoned as he lifted her to a kneeling position and planted himself, still standing, in front of her.
Mira opened her lips over his thick, fat penis and let her tongue flick against the cap. She rubbed the tip against her lips, enjoying his wetness. Then she licked the sides of his penis, all the way down to the base, before coming back up to the tip, her eyes locked on his. He groaned with excitement and let her take his hard length into her mouth as far as it would go.
Her hands cupped the base of his penis and began to rock in rhythm with her lips’ sucking. He held her head and began to rock his hips gently forth and back as she loved him with her lips. Mira’s hands wrapped around his body to squeeze his firm buttocks and he groaned, fucking her mouth harder, careful to use only the tip of his penis.
Mira sucked him harder and harder using her tongue and her lips, her hands alternately caressing his firm buttocks, stroking his balls, and squeezing the base of his hard length.
His hands were buried in her rich mass of tousled red curls, his head thrown back as he continued to groan and moan in pleasure as she gave him head.
Mira let her lips trail upward to his nipple and then back down past his flat washboard abdomen, toward his thick jutting cock. But this time before she could take him into her mouth, he gently pushed her back onto the bed and followed her down onto it.
“You tease,” he groaned. He kissed her deeply and Mira exulted as his hands began to hungrily stroke her breasts, squeezing and kneading.
He positioned himself between her thighs, his gaze locked on hers, and gently began to thrust into her, inch by torturous inch. The effort required for control couldn’t have been very easy for him either, because sweat beaded on his forehead as he entered her gently.
Mira moaned and arched her back, almost coming off the bed in her excitement.
Mikhail placed the vibrator against her clitoris and it began to hum against her sensitized flesh as he fucked her hard, going deeper and deeper and deeper until he was buried to the hilt inside her tight wet pussy.
“I can’t get over how incredibly tight you are,” he whispered. “So sweet, oh so sweet.”
Her vagina closed tightly around his hard length, greedily squeezing the thick ridge of his penis repeatedly. She felt her toes curl with pleasure as he quickened his pace.
“Please don’t stop,” she moaned mindlessly as he rode her. She cupped his cheek in her hands and whispered, “I love you, I love you, Mikhail. I love you, I want you, I need you.”
He took the words, accepting them by turning his head to drop a kiss into one of the hands she had cupped at his cheeks, but he didn’t say them back to her. He pressed the vibrator more forcefully against the soft nub of flesh that was her clitoris and she gasped as sensation washed over her anew.
Mikhail tightened his hold on her and began to pound even faster, changing the angle of his thrusts slightly to press his thick cock against her G-spot.
Her body tensed, awareness pounding through her veins as her hands caressed every inch of him she could reach—his chest, his hands, his face. And then suddenly, she was groaning and twisting as her vagina began to clench and unclench. She fell apart in his arms and screamed his name aloud as the waves finally swept her over the edge.
Mikhail covered her lips with his mouth, his pleasure mingling with hers as he also came in crashing waves of pleasure and spurted his thick cum into her tight, waiting pussy.
As Mira settled down to sleep beside Mikhail, sated and spent, an intruding thought worried her—even in the throes of passion Mikhail had been unable to say that he loved her. Did he love her?
Mikhail’s phone rang just then and she jerked it off its place on the bedside table and picked up the call at once, not wanting the sound to wake Mikhail when he was sleeping so peacefully.
Vlad’s gruff voice came over the line. “Pakhan? Dostoevsky’s escaped. I’m not sure how, but he somehow managed to vanish from our dungeons.”
Mira sat up in agitation.
“How does a man vanish from a locked dungeon?”
She heard Vlad’s sharp intake of breath, his only indication of any surprise that she was answering Mikhail’s phone. Then he said smoothly as though she answered Mikhail’s phone every other day. “Pardon me ma’am. The guards turned their backs for a minute and he gave them the slip. I have to believe he stole a key because one of the guards is missing a key.”
Mira was so furious she was shaking. Her father had somehow managed to escape captivity. She knew him well enough to know that, Dostoevsky wasn’t the type to run from a fight. It stood against everything he believed in. He would probably just regroup and return to fight them both or he would—
The door to the bedroom was flung open so roughly that it crashed into the wall. The noise brought Mikhail rearing up to a sitting position, instantly poised for a fight.
Oleg Dostoevsky was framed in the doorway, clutching a visibly terrified Sarah to him, with a gun pointed directly at her head.
Mira’s eyes met her father’s over Sarah’s head and as she looked steadily into his cold, lifeless eyes, she knew as surely as she knew her name that he intended to pull that trigger and kill all three of them.
She could tell that he wasn’t fooling around; he had come to kill his enemies.