Chapter 18 - Ruslana
Avraam has been tense and agitated all week.
Not with me—but with the situation.
He has ordered his men to investigate further into what happened and until they find out more, he’s promised not to retaliate. But I can tell that he doesn’t need any additional evidence. Based purely on his instincts—he thinks it is my brothers.
And he’s waiting.
The waiting is what’s making him so tense.
Because he is sure that they attacked his warehouse—he is also fully convinced that they know he has me, and he is waiting for them to make contact and negotiate my release.
I think that if they knew, they would have contacted him ages ago.
In my heart, I still can’t accept that it was my family who attacked his men. It’s not who they are. I want to believe it’s not them.
I’m also not naive though—perhaps in their panic and anger to get me back—they have crossed the line. I hope not.
I wander into the kitchen where Avraam is pouring himself a whiskey. Walking up behind him, I wrap my arms around his waist, and he tenses for a second.
“You gave me a fright,” he sighs.
“Only because you are so uptight. You need to relax,” I laugh, trying to ease the atmosphere.
“How can I relax? I hate waiting,” he says, turning to face me. I let my hands rest on his hips as I stare up at him.
Tilting my head to the side, a mischievous grin plays across my lips.
“What are you up to, little butterfly?” his eyes narrow over me.
“I had an idea.”
Avraam lifts the glass to his lips and sips the golden liquid. I wait, watching him, still smiling.
“What idea is drifting through that delightful mind of yours?”
“You kind of sort of still owe me—right—for all the stress—you know—to prove how sorry you are?” I scrunch my nose, hoping for the best.
He chuckles, “What do I owe you?”
“A night out.”
He stares at me for a moment. “Dinner? We can go for dinner if you like.”
“I was thinking more like dancing.”
“Clubbing? I don’t go to clubs.” He shakes his head. I wrap my arms tighter around his waist, pouting out my lower lip. “Don’t you want to dance with me?” I ask innocently rocking my hips up against him.
His eyes are suddenly filled with heated desire.
“Mm. I might want to dance with you,” he says, still sounding skeptical. “Or—we could stay in and—“
I grab his hand and tug him away from the counter. “Let’s go get ready. This is going to be so much fun.” I declare with excited enthusiasm.
He sighs and lets me drag him upstairs to the bedroom.
While he chooses what to wear, I pull on the only little dress I have. The glittery pink one Avraam bought me. The best part is that the pink of the dress matches my bright pink sneakers I was wearing the day he took me. It’s a perfect outfit.
I twirl in front of him when I’m ready. “See—I needed an excuse to wear this dress,” I giggle.
He shakes his head. “How exactly do you expect me to do anything but stare at you if you wear that?”
“Well, my plan is to get you out to try and force you to relax. So if staring at me relaxes you—then stare all you want.”
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Avraam stuck out like a sore thumb when we got here. He was so uptight, blocked by the tension that he refused to let go—he just didn’t fit in at all. He asked me a number of times if I was ready to leave yet—but I was far too determined to make him have fun.
Dark, heavy bass pulses through the air, vibrating my legs and filling me with energy.
The club is packed. The dance floor is packed. It feels fantastic to be here, surrounded by strangers and letting go of all of my worry and stress.
I challenged Avraam to a number of tequila shots and while he tried to resist at first—he is finally completely relaxed and loving every moment of this. Now we are on the dance floor together and things are heating up quickly.
I’m not drunk, but I haven’t felt this relaxed since I can’t even remember when. And being here with Avraam is a whole new experience. I feel completely safe and like I can just let go and have fun with him.
I lean back, tilting my head backwards and letting my hair flow behind me. His arm is locked around my waist, holding me safely.
When he swings me back up against him I grin. There is a sheen of perspiration on our skin. His shirt is unbuttoned at the top—the thick muscles of his chest and neck are on display for my eyes. And I can’t seem to get enough of him.
He was the one commenting on how he would be staring, but he’s not alone.
The dark smirk on his lips taunts me as we move together on the dance floor. His touch, as his hands travel down my back and cup my ass, is driving me crazy with need.
I’ve only been with him once.
And since then I’ve been haunted by the memory of how good it felt.
Avraam grips his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me close to him, his lips against my ear. “You are driving me crazy, Ruslana. I want to take you home—right now.”
I bite my lip and grin. He feels exactly how I feel.
But I’m not ready to leave—I want to tease him first.
Slowly, I run my hand down his chest, between our bodies, down to his groin. I caress my fingers over his cock and instantly it hardens.
He growls deeply and knots his fingers in my hair. “You are testing me in dangerous ways.”
I answer him by narrowing my eyes at him, pouting my lips slightly and squeezing my hand around the bulge of his cock.
He shudders against me, closing his eyes for a moment.
Then without any warning, he takes my hand and starts dragging me off the dance floor.
“What are you doing?” I say in surprise.
“I’m taking you home,” he says, no negotiation, no other options available. He is not giving me any choice—and I love it.
I giggle as we walk out of the club and he lifts me in his arms, kissing me, before he sets me down again and takes my hand—walking towards the car.
His expression is one of single focus. A man determined to have his way—impatient and fired up.
My own body is just as heated, eager to feel him inside me again. Eager to taste him and move with him. Skin against skin.
Inside the car, Avraam reaches out and runs his hand over the skin of my thigh, drifting up between my legs, he pushes my skirt higher, out of his way.
I gasp, spreading my legs wider apart and letting him touch me however he pleases.
He brushes his fingers over my panties, causing my pussy to pulse with need. I thrust my hips upwards, towards his touch.
He turns a corner, swears because I am distracting him—then grins as he slowly, tauntingly, pushes his finger inside me.
I moan loudly, closing my eyes and tilting my head back against the car seat.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, as he moves his finger inside me.
Avraam swerves the car unexpectedly left and takes a turn into a parking garage.
“What—where are we?”
“I own this building. It’s closed—but I have access,” he answers hurriedly, pulling out a tag and swiping it at the security gate.
It slides open and the wheel spins into the parking garage.
It’s completely empty.
He doesn’t even bother finding an allocated bay to park in—he just stops the car in the middle of the massive cement space and unclips my safety belt, dragging me onto his lap.
Both of us moan loudly, desperate to be together, fighting for control and losing.
I bump my knee on the gear shift and giggle. He shakes his head, grinning. “This isn’t ideal,” he laughs.
He shoves the car door open and lifts me as he gets out.
Then he opens the back seat, dropping the back rest and creating a bigger space for us to play in. He climbs into the back with my legs still wrapped around his waist.
His cock is hard against my pussy.
The glittering pink dress is up around my hips.
I rock against him with a sense of urgency, but he grabs my hips and forces me to slow down.
“The first time I had you we didn’t have time to enjoy the moment fully,” he says, his eyes full of mystery. “This time, I want to savor the taste of you.”
He lifts me off him and sets me down on the seat next to him, then he gently pushes me onto my back and pulls my legs apart.
My body jerks when he rips my lace panties off me, tossing them onto the floor. He lowers his face between my legs, wrapping his hands around my ass and lifting me up towards his mouth. His tongue is hot when he pushes it into my pussy and the electrical thrill it sends through me is indescribable.
I cry out loudly, digging my fingers into the car seat.
He moves his tongue slowly around, as though he was writing secret messages against my clit, and like poetry, it floods my body with pleasure.
I feel him push his thumb inside me as he spreads my pussy lips apart and licks harder over me.
He’s not in any hurry, and by the sounds of his deep moans which vibrate against me, I think he is enjoying this as much as I am.
He lifts my legs and rests my sneakers over his shoulder.
I gasp because it spreads my pussy open wider and the intense pleasure increases, shooting through my spine like bolts of lightning.
There are so many sensations running through me, I close my eyes and try to feel them all.
It’s building up, my pussy is tingling, pulsing and swelling in his mouth.
My legs start to shake, and he doesn’t change pace. He continues to move methodically, slowly—I don’t know if I want to scream for him to go faster or not to change a thing.
I can’t take it anymore.
An explosive pressure builds inside me and then suddenly, with one flick of his tongue, it releases. My thighs clamp against his head and wave after wave of pleasure steals me away for a moment.
I can hardly breathe when he crawls up towards me, spreading my legs with his hips.
He pushes his cock into me as he kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips and it causes a surge of excitement and desire to spike again.
He thrusts deep inside me and I moan against his mouth.
His cock is massive. It feels like I might be torn apart, but the pleasure is all I can focus on.
He moves back and forth, fucking me, faster and faster, then slowing down again.
I have my arms wrapped around his neck and I’m holding onto him. He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head. In the cramped space on the back seat there is very little I can do, nowhere I can go—and he is in full control.
I let go of everything and trust him fully, letting him take me—harder and harder—his cock slamming into me as my body jerks with each push, moving beneath him.
He fucks me until I scream as another orgasm rolls through me—and only then does he allow himself to let go as well.
I feel his cock grow rigid inside me—then he shudders against me as he explodes, his cock pulsing with pleasure.
For a moment neither of us moves. All that can be heard is our heavy breathing.
Avraam lifts himself off me, grabs my jaw in his hand and kisses me intensely.
I giggle against his mouth.
Together we climb out of the back of the car and he walks me around to my side, opening the door for me. “I’m not done with you, butterfly,” he grins.
My heart flutters wildly.
I don’t want him to ever be done with me.