Chapter 4
Alexei
Iplace the items on her compact sofa and take in the miniature kitchen, the combined living room and broadcast area, and the single bedroom I can see through a partially open doorway. Everything is tidy but tight and clearly used daily.
“Your place is very cozy,” I say.
She locks her arms across her chest. “Keep rude comments to yourself. You’re barely permitted to be here.”
I turn to face her, taking a deep breath. I catch vanilla and a sugary scent in the air, reminding me of her. “It smells incredible in here. Really nice.”
She blinks, clearly caught off guard by the compliment. “Oh. Um. Thanks?”
“Go ahead.” I indicate the collection. “Unwrap those.”
“Alexei, I don’t need…”
“Open them, Zoya.”
She hesitates, then walks over to the couch. She picks up the boxed Birkin first, carefully removing the ribbon and opening it.
And right before my eyes, she freezes.
I watch her face as she processes what she’s seeing. Stacks of hundred euro bills packed tight, filling the entire bag.
“What the fuck,” she whispers.
She moves to the cash arrangement next and discovers the additional bills shaped like flowers, and her fingers tremble.
“How much money is here, Alexei?”
“Is the amount important?”
She laughs, then sets down the bouquet and starts unbuttoning her dress.
Wait. What?
“Wait.” I lift my hands. “What are you doing right now?”
She looks at me like I’m slow. “Isn’t it obvious?” One more button undone. “These probably cost a lot of money. I’m not naive.”
“Zoya…”
“I’m not complaining.” One more button and the fabric begins sliding down. “I planned to make this difficult, but truthfully? I’m frustrated, and you obviously want sex, so we might as well…”
“Wait.” I capture her hands before more buttons open. “This wasn’t about getting you in bed.”
She meets my eyes, then starts laughing uncontrollably. “Oh, stop being a prude. You’ve been eye-fucking me all night.”
“That’s not…”
“You literally told me at dinner that you planned to wine, dine, and fuck me.” She pulls her hands free and continues unbuttoning. “Well, you did the first two. So let’s get to the third part.”
“The money is a present, Zoya. Nothing more.”
She halts and fixes me with extreme disbelief. “You crammed this insane amount of euros into expensive bags and bouquets for no reason?”
“Yes.”
“For nothing in return?”
“For you to have it.”
She gives me a hard look. “Alexei. You bought off Moscow’s entire taxi fleet to trap me with you. You got me flowers that symbolize death. You’ve been watching me.” She advances. “Quit the chivalrous routine. We both understand what you’re after.”
Fuck. She’s right.
But there’s something about her calling me out, about her taking control, that’s making me harder than I’ve been all night.
“And what if I do want it?” I ask.
“Then stop pretending you don’t.” She pushes my chest. “Stop with the fake modesty. It’s boring.”
She reaches for the last button of her dress.
I seize her arm. “My rules if we’re doing this.”
She smirks. “Your way? I’m the one who initiated, Pakhan.”
“And I’m the one who’s going to make you scream.” I pull her against me. “So yes, my way.”
She inhales sharply. “Alright. Prove it.”
I capture her lips roughly, finished with facades and done with teasing. She kisses back just as fiercely, her fingers working on my shirt buttons. I guide her in reverse to the couch where that stupid enormous bear sits, and she separates from my mouth, laughing.
“Are you seriously going to fuck me next to a stuffed animal?”
“Not next to it.” I push her down onto the couch. “On it.”
Her dress disappears, material gathered below, and she’s down to black lace that’s drenched. Zoya is panting with enlarged brown eyes as I pull my shirt off. I can see the blood pulsing on her nape. I lower myself to the floor, my hands moving up her skin and parting her legs as she shudders.
“Lie back, beautiful.”
She falls back on the couch, halfway supported by the bear’s cushioned form. I drape her legs across my shoulders and hook my fingers into the waistband of her black lace panties.
“Don’t rip them!” Zoya gasps, her voice pitching higher as both hands fly down to frantically clutch the delicate fabric. “Alexei, no — these are expensive! They’re La Perla, I saved for months for these, don’t you dare tear them!”
In one sharp, brutal tug I rip the lace clean off her body.
“You fucking animal!” she cries out in rage.
I wrap one hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her breath hitch. My other hand comes down in a sharp slap against the side of her tit, watching the soft flesh jiggle.
“I’m gonna eat this pussy like a caveman,” I growl against her soaked cunt, “And you’re gonna cum for me like a good little slut.”
Then I dive between her thighs without hesitation, tongue flattened as I drag it from her dripping entrance all the way up to her swollen clit in one long, hungry stroke.
Zoya gasps, the sound echoing through the walls and shooting straight at me. I groan against her. “Fuck, is your pussy made of sugar? You're about to give a man diabetes.”
My hands grip her hips, thumbs spreading her wider so I can suck her clit into my mouth. Gentle at first, then harder, flicking with my tongue while she writhes. Her fingers dive into my hair, gripping tight. “Fuck… too intense… Alexei…”
I don’t stop, just growl against her. “You can take it, beautiful. Be good for me.”
I slide two fingers inside her, slow, curling up to hit that spot while my tongue keeps circling. Her thighs shake around my head, moans turning into whimpers.
“Please… it’s too… it’s too much…”
I work her harder, lapping and sucking until she’s dripping down my chin. When she starts to tighten, I pull back just enough to look up at her.
“Come on my tongue, Zoya. Give it to me.”
She comes apart with a piercing, shattered moan as she spasms. I taste her through all the shaking while whispering against her. “There you go… beautiful… such a good girl…”
When she’s spent and panting, her chest rising and falling in the dimly lit space, I get on my feet.
My cock is throbbing painfully, stretched to its fullest length and threatening not to give up.
I shove my trousers down, and it springs free.
Heavy, veined, leaking at the tip. Zoya’s gaze expands, unfocused yet locked on it, and she catches her lip between her teeth.
I work my hand down my cock, squeezing as I go. “You see this, beautiful? You make my cock throb like this.”
She agrees faintly, staring at my hard shaft. “I see it…”
I bring her palm to my erection and curl her fingers around the girth, making her squeeze so she understands the size, the weight, the heat radiating from me. “That’s my perfect girl, do you feel how hard you make me?”
I push her gently until she’s on her back on the furniture, positioning myself behind her with my erection grinding against her backside. My arm catches her upper leg, hoisting it high so I can access her wet, swollen cunt.
“Take deep breaths, beautiful.” I kiss along her neck, her jaw, her shoulder as my shaft glides through her pussy lips, getting myself slick with her. “Trust me. I’ll make it so good.”
I guide my cock to her hole and push past the resistance with just the tip, her walls squeezing tight. “Good girl. Open up for me.”
Her walls strangling my shaft, I advance slowly, shoving more of my length into her clenching cunt. “God! Your pussy is heaven, beautiful. So fucking tight.”
“Slow… please…”
“I know, beautiful. I know.” I kiss her shoulder. “You’re doing so well already.”
I make it to the middle, and then I snap, driving the rest of my thick shaft into her tight pussy with one powerful thrust until I’m balls deep. Her back arches violently, and she cries out. “Alexei! Fuck! Too big… you’re splitting me open… ughhh!”
I remain motionless with my length fully seated in her gripping pussy, clutching her as I plant kisses across her shoulder and neck. “I apologize, beautiful. Your cunt feels too incredible. I couldn’t resist.”
She’s shuddering with my cock deep in her pussy, her hand groping behind to press my stomach as though she’s overwhelmed. “It’s too big… I’m too full… your cock is… oh God…”
I worship her with my mouth, kissing her shoulder, her ear, her jaw as my erection fills her completely. “I know, beautiful. I know it’s overwhelming. But you’re amazing. My sweet girl, taking my whole cock.”
My palm traces gentle patterns on her skin, along her waist, down her leg, as my shaft remains fully seated. “Keep breathing, beautiful. You’re doing perfectly. Let your cunt relax around my cock.”
I start moving slowly, rolling my hips in shallow grinds instead of thrusting hard, my cock dragging against her inner walls. “There you go, beautiful. Feel how good that is?”
My other hand drops to her center, locating her sensitive bud and stroking it softly as my shaft continues working her from within. “I’ll take care of you, beautiful.”
She moans, and the tone changes from discomfort to desire, her cunt coating my shaft with more arousal. “Yes… fuck… just like that…”
“Feeling good, beautiful?” My digits circle her nub faster. “My gorgeous girl. Your tight cunt loves my cock.”
Her sounds become more desperate, wanton. “Harder… fuck me harder with that cock…”
“Your wish, beautiful.” I obey, sliding my cock out slowly, then thrusting back in forcefully, the sound of her wet pussy gripping me is obscene. “You want me to pound you? I’ll pound this tight cunt.”
I pull out slowly again, my cock sliding from her gripping pussy, and flip her onto her back in one smooth motion, not minding the items on the couch. “I want to see you, beautiful. I want to see this gorgeous body while I fuck you.”