Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
WILLA
“ Y ou look hot as fuck, Princess, but where are your glasses?”
“Really?” I was thinking I might look silly if we’re going out to a nightclub. I’d waved my hair and put on makeup. Vasily had really thought of everything when he got me things.
The skirt is leather, but it’s a soft leather that’s pleated so that when I spin, it flares up. This is a feature I love in all my skirts. I paired it with a cotton candy pink polo-style sweater, which fits snuggly. My Mary Janes are black with ruffled socks that are the same color as my sweater and the big clip I used to push part of my hair to the side.
“Yeah, babe, but your glasses,” he says again.
“I thought they might make me look bookish.”
“Do you like looking bookish?”
“I do, but it?—”
“Hot as fuck. Now where are your glasses?”
“In the bathroom.” I’m barely finished telling him where they are, and he’s already headed in that direction. He returns a second later, slipping them on for me.
“Don’t forget, Princess. You had me falling for you in that cat sweater. It’s safe to say I think your style is sexy as hell on you.” Heat rushes to my face, and I smile up at him. I’ve never had a man be so direct around me. I’m finding that I really enjoy it. But that’s most likely because it’s coming from him.
“Thanks.” I run my hand up his shirt. He’s once again in all black. “You’re not too bad yourself.” Vasily leans down and kisses me.
“Cherry?”
“My lip gloss. Sorry.”
“Don’t ever be sorry for giving me your mouth, babe.” He takes my hand. “Let's go, or we’ll never get out of here.” We head down to the garage. My eyes linger on a motorcycle, but it appears more sporty.
"What's this?" I ask Vasily. He stops walking, glancing from me back over to it.
"It's a high-performance motorcycle; some might call it a sport bike or crotch rocket." My teeth sink into my bottom lip. "You want to ride it?"
"Maybe." I wring my fingers together. It sounds fun, but I'm a touch scared.
"Up to you."
"Really? That easy?" I debate it for a second. I mean, it probably would be so much fun. I bet I’d get a huge boost of adrenaline from zipping around on that thing.
"Okay, let's do it." I give a small hop, then feel silly, but when Vasily smirks and shakes his head, that feeling fades quickly. I'm noticing that Vasily does seem into me and my small quirks, as my brother would call them.
He guides me over toward the bike, going to a set of steel lockers behind it. “I think Anton has a helmet in here he keeps for Mila.” He opens one and pulls out a black helmet. “Come here.” Vasily motions for me before sliding on a leather coat.
“She won’t mind?”
“No.” Vasily slips a leather coat onto me, then takes my glasses off, slipping them into the inside pocket of his. He does the same with the clip in my hair before putting the helmet on me. “Feel all right?”
“Yes.” I nod. He puts on his own before getting on the bike.
“Come on, Princess.” He holds his hand out to me. I take it. “Brace a foot here and throw your leg over.” I do as he instructed, then wrap my arms tightly around him. “You just keep a hold on me, and you’ll move with me.” I nod. The bike roars to life, making me smile.
I grip him tighter as he takes off through the gate to the garage that was already open for him. I laugh when he picks up speed, easily moving through some of the traffic. My body moves with his. It feels like nothing could stop us. As though the world is passing by in a blur. It’s exciting and new. I love every second of it. That’s not the only reason it’s incredible, though. Experiencing it with Vasily makes it all the much better.
Today has already been so much fun. We lazed around for a few hours watching movies. I cuddled all over him. I kept wondering if he’d make another move, but he didn’t.
The orgasm he’d given me in the kitchen was beyond anything I could have imagined, and I kept hoping for more. It started to feel like my body was on edge wanting another, but I’d been too shy to ask. There was no missing how hard he was, but still he made no move to do anything about it.
We drive around the city for a while before we pull up to a nightclub. A line extends down and around the building. Vasily helps me off the bike before taking the helmet off. He parked right in front; I can feel all the people's eyes on us.
He sets the helmet down on the seat next to his. “You like that, Princess?” he asks, pulling my glasses out and slipping them on for me.
“It was fun.” He pulls my hair clip out of his pocket next. I go to take it from him, but he stops me.
“I got it.” He pushes the side of my hair back, sliding the clip into place. Taking care of me once again. The same way he has since I met him.
“Thanks.”
“No thanks needed, babe.” Vasily leans down and presses a kiss to my mouth, his hand sliding into mine. “You ready?”
“Yeah, I think so.” I glance at the line, and everyone is still staring. Vasily doesn't notice or, more likely, doesn't care.
“You stick close to me. It’s going to be busy.” I nod, and he leads me to the door. He doesn’t have to say a word. The giant man at the entrance merely gives him a chin up as he pulls back the rope; another opens the door for us.
Music spills out from inside as Vasily guides me in. The club is pretty much what I expected. I mean, based on what I’ve seen on TV and social media. My eyes are everywhere as he snakes through the crowd. There is a stage of girls dancing in barely any clothes. I feel way overdressed— and kind of underdressed too.
Vasily lets go of my hand, pulling me into his side, wrapping his arm around me to tuck me in close as we keep moving through the crowd until we make it to the other side, where another man stands with a velvet rope.
He lifts it, letting us pass to go up a set of spiral stairs to another floor that has tables and chairs all sectioned off. This area overlooks everything and is not as crazy packed. People are more spread out.
“Our table.” Vasily leads us over to a corner area that is even more secluded.
“It’s nice up here.” I let him take my jacket off for me before I slip into the round booth.
“Not as loud,” Vasily agrees, lifting his hand to call over a server.
“Evening, Mr. King. What can I get you?”
“Champagne again, Princess?”
“What’s that?” I point over to a table that has a pink cocktail on it.
“It’s our special flamingo cocktail,” the server tells me.
“Can I try that?”
“You can do anything you want,” Vasily says this before ordering a bottle of champagne. Our drinks come quickly, but Vasily only sips on water.
“Do you come here a lot?” Everyone knows who he is, and I also notice that they try to steal peeks over at us.
“I own it.”
“Oh.” I pick up my drink and take another sip. It’s yummy, but I can sense it’s strong too.
“But no. I don’t come here often. It’s not really my kind of scene.”
“But you own it?”
“It’s an investment. I couldn’t fight forever.”
He told me that’s how he got his start. That he bet on himself, and it paid well. He didn’t have to say it, but I know he didn’t grow up with a silver spoon in his mouth. He’s made all of his money on his own, and with that, it’s clear a level of power came with it. That is easy to see with how people react around him. How easily he gives out orders and people follow them.
“What about you, Princess? What do you want to do?” He rests his hand on my bare thigh. My legs part, wanting his touch. “Careful,” he warns. “Told you, next time I make you come, it will be against my face.”
“Can’t really do that here,” I say with a laugh.
“Told you, Princess.” He leans in closer, his mouth brushing against my neck. “We can do anything you like.”
“Vasily,” I whisper. He can’t mean what I think he does. Yet a spark of excitement runs through me at the idea.
“Finish your drink and we’ll dance.” I pick up my drink and take a sip. I watch as people go downstairs to dance. When I take the last swallow, Vasily plucks the glass from my hand before pulling me from the round booth.
He leads me over to the edge, where you can look out to see where everyone is dancing below. He pulls me in front of him, his hand coming to my hips. It must be the drinks because I drop my head backwards onto his chest and start to move my hips to the music. The most dancing I have ever done is in my bedroom with Teddy when a new Taylor Swift song drops.
Vasily’s hand moves over my body. This is more than dancing. My body warms as he caresses me. I let out a small gasp when his hand slides up under my skirt. His fingers tease me, stroking up high, brushing the edges of my panties.
He suddenly spins me around, lifting me off my feet. His hands go to my ass. In the blink of an eye, he’s carrying me back toward our table, sitting me on top of it before claiming my mouth in a deep kiss. For a moment, I forget that we are in a nightclub until his mouth moves down my jaw and onto my neck.
My eyes flutter open when he suddenly pulls my sweater off, tugging at the top of my bra to make my breasts spill out. I glance over his shoulder and see that the whole upper area is empty. Everyone has cleared out.
“You think I’d let anyone see this?” he says this before he takes my nipple into his mouth. I moan, sinking my fingers into his hair.
I can't believe we're doing this. Right here in a nightclub. Vasily releases my nipple, his mouth going to the other. "I'll let you play on your wild side, Princess, but I won't share this part of you." I can see the jealousy and possessiveness in his eyes as he latches on to my other nipple.
My back arches, pushing more into his mouth as the sensation of each suck shoots straight between my thighs. The atmosphere around me only serves to heighten the experience.
“Need to taste you, Princess.” Vasily pushes my skirt up to bunch around my waist. His thumb rubs the front of my wet panties. “Already wet for me.” He groans, going to his knees. I am more than wet. I am freaking soaked.
Vasily dips his fingers into my panties, tugging them to the side. I watch as he closes his eyes and sucks in a deep breath. Holy shit. He is breathing me in. I am overwhelmed with the anticipation, not sure how much more I can take.
“Vasily, please.” I lick my dry lips. He dips his head, and then his mouth is on me, making me shudder. His tongue licks the seam of my sex, and I fall back onto the table.
He grips my hips, pulling me to the edge to thrust his tongue into me. His stubble rubbing against my thighs adds to the pleasure as he thrusts in and out of me with his tongue before replacing it with his finger.
His mouth travels back to find my clit to lap at it greedily. I writhe on the table as he pushes me over the edge, his mouth sucking my clit.
I cry out his name, the music muffling the sound. I feel him growl against me as my hips jerk and I thrash against the table. His arm pins me in place as he continues licking and sucking, one orgasm bleeding into another until I am seeing stars, my body giving out as I gasp for air.
“You with me, Princess?” When my eyes flutter open, I’m in Vasily’s lap. He’s stroking my cheek.
“I think I might have passed out.”
He rubs his thumb across my bottom lip. “You ready for more?” I’m not sure if he means his mouth or something else. Either way, when it comes to Vasily, I think I’ll always want more.