Chapter 25
When I saw Polly, my first emotion was anger. The woman kneeling on the bed isn’t the one who is occupying my thoughts more than most. The one in the fuck-me lingerie was just like every other woman I fuck. Dressed like a whore with a written invitation in her eye.
I hated it.
I didn’t want that for Polly and she is better than that. My first thought was to turn around and walk away, but there was something so enticing about the expression in her eyes. I saw the need in her, the uncertainty and the excitement that she was promising me. She was acting the part she believed I wanted her to play, and I couldn’t reject her for trying to make me happy.
So I treated her as I would every woman on her knees before me. But even then I couldn’t go through with it. She deserves better than that. Better than me.
Now, as I cradle her beautiful face in my hands, I stare at an angel. I have never met a woman like Polly in my life and I am dreading the day I find what I need and must walk away. But I can’t stay either. She is not for me. Nobody deserves the shit I bring to their life and especially not an innocent angel like her.
Polly is special. I already sense it deep in my heart and so I lower her straps and peel away the whore in her and reveal God’s finest creation underneath it all. I love Polly naked, and that will never change. I don’t need fancy lingerie to stir my lust. One glance in my direction and a soft smile is enough to bring me to heel in an instant.
Once she is naked, I push her gently back against the pillows and stroke her face with a loving touch that surprises me. I want to treat her right. To worship her as she deserves.
I press a light kiss to her lips and her soft moan of appreciation makes me happy. I couldn’t tell you why, it just does.
I continue sampling the delights of her skin as I make my way down her body, delighting in her scent as I breathe in deeply. She intoxicates me. I don’t know what it is about her, but kissing Polly is enough for me and I never kiss women or consider them at all.
I reach her thighs and push her legs apart, inhaling the scent of my woman. Right here, in this moment, she is exactly that. Polly is mine, and I experience a feral need to make it count. I swipe my tongue across her clit and she shivers with pleasure, moaning my name so softly I almost don’t hear her.
She tastes of sweet sin and decadent ruin, and I’m already addicted to the flavor, so I take my time, building her anticipation, loving how she reacts to every kiss and every bite; every lick and every touch. She comes alive in my hands and I cast appreciative glances her way, loving how her eyes are firmly closed as she loses herself in wanton abandonment.
I savor the moment, pushing aside my own needs because I want to worship her and to make this count. She wants an experience she will never forget, and I want one to make me forget. To put somebody else’s needs above my own and to make her happy because I’m guessing her life hasn’t been happy for quite some time now.
“Valentin.”
Her soft groan blows my mind as I hear my name spill from her lips as she claws the sheets beside her, her hips rising as her body senses the approaching orgasm. I stare with admiration as with one final press on her clit, she screams my name and her body shakes as if it’s possessed. I watch in wonder as she comes apart, the heightened color in her face that of a freshly bloomed rose.
My cock twitches with the urgent need to dance in the rain and with one single thrust, I slide into her wet heat, causing her to gasp, “Fuck, that is so good.”
This time I’m careful and move at a slower pace, relishing every second I’m inside her, loving her skin gliding against mine. I stare at her the entire time, glad her eyes are tightly shut because if she opened them she would realize how obsessed with her I am already.
Nothing compares to being inside this woman and I know I won’t find it easy to walk away. I have never met anyone like her in my life and I’m not stupid enough to think I ever will again. Suddenly, her eyes open and she stares straight into mine, a soft smile on her face as she whispers, “I hate love you, Valentin Romanov.”
She reaches up and cups my face as I shoot deep inside her, taking us both by surprise. I’m shocked at how easily I lost control and her eyes widen as she whispers, “I’m sorry, I didn’t, well, mean love exactly.”
Her face blushes prettily as she realizes what she said, and I smile into her eyes and whisper, “I don’t hate you, Polly. I could never hate you, but I can’t promise that I love you either.”
She nods as if she understands and her smile shakes as she whispers, “It’s okay. I didn’t expect you too.”
I shake my head sadly and say huskily, “But I can’t bear the thought of leaving you either, and I’m not sure how to deal with that.”
Her eyes brighten and she smiles shyly. “Then I guess we’ll just have to figure it out together.”
Together.
That word should scare the shit out of me, but instead it wraps me in a happiness I rarely enjoy.
Together.
Why do I like the sound of that word so much when it refers to us? Can we really be together, or will the fantasy fade into black when the novelty wears off?
As we liein one another’s arms, this is another first for me. It’s a strange situation to find myself in as I stare around the pretty room that is completely different from the one I usually occupy.
My life is wealth on a much grander scale than this. Modern, state-of-the-art technology and rooms as big as this entire floor. We live like kings and it would blow Polly’s mind. She is already overawed by Veronica’s life. What would she think of mine?
She lies with her head pressed to my chest and her light fingers are tracing a trail around the markings on my skin. It’s good, intimate even as she toys with me.
Her soft voice shatters the silence in the sweetest way as she whispers, “What happens next, Valentin?”
“We eat, I guess.” I reply lightly, ignoring the meaning behind her words. I have no answer to the real question and she obviously understands because I detect a trace of disappointment in her voice as she whispers, “Of course.”
I hate to end this, but we have a busy schedule and I say with a reluctant sigh, “We should shower and dress. The delivery from Harrods will have arrived and we must settle in.”
“Okay.”
She moves and I hate the cold air wafting between our bodies as she sits and stares into the distance. I wonder what is running through her mind right now, so I reach up and stroke her gorgeous silky hair with my fingers and say with an edge to my voice that isn’t usually there, “Let me take you to dinner tonight. Just the two of us.”
She turns and her eyes sparkle as her face lights up. “A date?”
“If you like.” I am mesmerized as I stare in wonder at the pretty woman who is so easily pleased and there is no mistaking her excitement as she nods with an enthusiasm I never see.
“Okay. Where are you taking me?”
“It’s a surprise.” I wink and she giggles so adorably I want to pull her back into my arms and hold her there forever.
“What time will you pick me up?” She cocks her head to one side and I laugh softly.
“Seven. At your door.”
“It’s a date.”
She makes to leave and yet for some reason, I don’t want her to go and so I pull her down and press a light kiss to her sweet lips. As I pull away, I stare deep into her eyes and say huskily, “You are so beautiful, malyshka. You don’t need to dress in fuck-me lingerie to make me want you any more than I do already. I prefer you naked; it’s better that way.”
“You didn’t like it?”
She attempts to disguise her disappointment and I bite back my real reply and whisper, “I loved every minute of it because for some reason, you make me happy little one, and I am still figuring out why.”
“Same.” She kisses me back slowly and seductively and I am already regretting business getting in the way of what I’d rather be doing but I’m a Romanov and business will always come first. So, as she pulls away, she throws me a happy smile and I don’t prevent her from leaving the bed this time and merely watch with growing admiration as she heads naked into the neighboring bathroom.