Chapter 35
CHAPTER 35
JAMES
I ’ve missed her so much. Missed holding her, touching her, tasting her and consuming her. I’ve missed our intimacy and the brilliance of her mind. She is the whole package. The perfect woman and now she is begging me to ruin her.
If she knew what I was capable of, she wouldn’t be asking. She wouldn’t even be here now and would have remained in Russia where she probably belongs.
Her eyes sparkle with lust behind the mask and her breathing is intense.
It would be so easy.
My gaze moves past her to the scarlet walls, decorated with lust and sin along with the devices I’ve used on many occasions to bring pain and pleasure. To drive away the demons and to gain some sense of self control along with self-worth .
This place is my sanctuary, but I have found a new one now.
She shivers as I reach for her robe, my fingers shaking slightly, my heart rate increasing along with my intention to conquer.
She parts her lips and licks a wet trail over them and as my fingers touch her soft skin, it would be so easy to shift the robe from her shoulders and mark her perfect skin with my own brand of carnal desire.
As I step closer, she leans toward me and yet my hands move away from the robe and toward the mask instead.
As I lift it away from her beautiful eyes and over her head, she gasps, “I thought?—”
I lean down and kiss her questions away, wrenching off my mask with my other hand and tossing it to the floor to join hers.
My hand slides inside her robe and around her waist, and I pull her against me. Her breasts grazing my chest, her heart beating hard against mine.
Her fingers tangle in my hair and she kisses me back, our tongues entwining and our desire on the same page.
As I pull back, she whispers, “I thought–”
“Shh.” I place my finger against her lips and whisper huskily, “I don’t want this for us. This is my past. My downfall if you like. You are not.”
“I don’t understand.”
I move back a little and wrap the robe securely around her and tip her face to mine, gripping her chin between my thumb and forefinger.
As I gaze into her eyes, I say with meaning, “We deserve more than this. I am not that man anymore. I am no longer a victim searching for a way out. A person with demons who believes anonymity is the only way to control the rage. I no longer need to hide behind the mask, Ana, because I have stepped into the light. I only want you and I want to make love to you—not just sex.”
Her eyes sparkle and offer me a glimpse inside and she smiles, “Then we should leave because the man I came here with is no longer present.”
She presses her lips against mine and kisses me softly, before pulling back and casting a glance around the room.
“You’re right, James. This place just isn’t good enough for us. Leave your past locked inside because it has no part in our future.”
“Our future.” I cock my head to one side and she grins. “I came back to tell you that I love you, James. I’m sorry, but you’ll just have to deal with that.”
My heart beats so fast it’s a little worrying and I have no other words but the ones deep inside my heart.
“You can’t possibly love me anymore than the love that burns for you, Ana. You set me free and have given me something incredible that I never dreamed would be mine.”
Impulsively, I lift her into the air and she squeals as her arms tighten around my neck and as I crush her to my chest, I kiss her long and hard, sure in the knowledge that there are no more demons. No more pain, only excitement for the future.
I no longer require membership of this club because I have life membership of another one. Adoring Ana is its name, and it’s one I will never leave.
I grip her hand and smile, taking one last look at the scene of many of my nightmares, and as we walk silently out of the room, I don’t look back.
TWO MONTHS LATER
Her legs grip my waist as I sink balls deep into her, our sweat running onto the silk sheets that she is gripping with both hands. My hands are on either side of her as I gaze lovingly into her flushed face as I experience the pleasure of being inside the woman I love.
She bites down on her lower lip, and her eyes are glazed with lustful desire. My cock dances inside, touching every inch of her, marking her and owning her. Her head moves back with every thrust as she slides back against the sheets and then back again as I power inside her.
“Fuck!” her sexy accent makes me smile as she moans, “James, please don’t stop.”
“Not happening, baby.” I push in deeper, my hand dropping lower, caressing her weary clit as I press down hard, causing her to scream, “Not fair! Oh my fucking God. ”
Her entire body spasms and clenches my delighted cock as she bears down on it, her orgasm violent and held back for too long. It’s been two hours, and I’ve denied her every time and as she screams into the familiar space, my own roar of release joins hers. Endless cum fills her swollen pussy, and she wraps her legs tighter around me, drawing me in deeper.
She is panting and so am I, both of us pushed to our extreme sexual limits as we finally give in.
Her arms wrap around my waist and she pulls me in deeper, not a millimeter between us as we grab some much needed breath.
I still can’t believe how lucky I was to have met her that night in the bar. That she came back to me; that she now lives with me.
Two months happened very quickly, and we moved into my apartment while the interior designer is working miracles in hers. We are making it our home and Ana is setting up a branch of her company in Los Angeles and my intention is to do the same in Moscow. There will be no excuses not to spend six months in both countries, sharing our time between them and making certain the respective businesses don’t suffer.
“Fuck, James, that was the longest one yet.” She gasps as I roll to the side and drag her head to my chest, my eye catching the television screen that has changed from the movie we were watching to the national news.
“Fuck! ”
I reach for the remote as she lifts her head and says, “What?”
“I’m not sure.”
I press the volume and we both sit up and stare in horror at the image of Charles and Adele Kenricky that fills the huge screen.
“It has been reported that Governor Kenricky was traveling home from a rally with his wife Adele and was involved in a fatal crash.”
“Oh my god!” Ana gasps as they fill us in.
“A tanker was traveling in the opposite lane of the highway near the turn off for their estate and the driver reports that the governor’s car was moving on the wrong side of the road. He had nowhere to go, and they collided, the governor’s car spinning off the road and falling down a steep embankment before bursting into flames. The driver alerted the authorities, but by the time the firefighters and law enforcement got there, there was nothing left but the shell of the car. Two bodies were removed and await identification but an eye witness saw the couple leaving the rally together. The driver of the truck was shaken but unhurt, and is currently helping the police with their enquiries.
“James!”
Ana turns and the shock in her eyes mirrors that in my heart and she whispers, “Are you okay?”
I nod, for some reason my emotions numb as I stare at the image of the woman who will always be the monster under my bed and starring in my nightmares.
Ana looks away and reaches for her phone and as she scrolls through the notifications, I notice her fingers trembling.
“What is it?” I ask, my gaze flicking to the screen at the pictures of the couple through the years before cutting to the scene where a burned-out car is still smoldering as they interview the chief of the fire service.
“It’s nothing.” She takes a deep breath and returns her gaze to the screen and whispers, “And then there were three.”
I make to speak, but she removes the remote from my hand and the screen goes blank and she turns to me and says with concern, “How are you feeling?”
I think about it for a second and discover I feel nothing at all and shrug. “It’s a relief if I’m honest.”
“Good.”
She smiles but I note the hardening of her expression and the grim set to her lips and as she reaches for my hand, she says softly, “Perhaps now is the ideal time for you to meet my mother.”
“I don’t understand.”
She turns and smiles and reaching up, trails a finger down my face and says softly, “That office you wanted to open in Moscow. I think we should go and make it happen.”
“Now–but –”
She shrugs. “The apartment won’t be ready for a few months and neither will my offices. We have time to head home to Russia to pay a visit before returning when we’re needed.”
“And if I say no.” I raise my eyes and she grins.
“You could try, but then you wouldn’t get to torture me by withholding my orgasms because I’m going, anyway.”
“When are we leaving?”
I push her down onto the sheets that are already bearing the mark of our marathon session and hold her wrists above her head with one hand as I trail my other hand down her flushed skin.
“As soon as the Romanov jet gets here.” She groans, arching her body toward mine.
“Is it a request, or an order?”
I nod toward her phone and she laughs softly. “Both.”
As I lean down and kiss her deeply, I couldn’t give a fuck where we are as long as we’re there together.
As I come up for air, I whisper against her swollen lips, “I’ve never been to Russia before. I’m relying on you to show me around.”
“You will love it, James, every single corrupt, delicious, secretive edge of it, and that’s just my family.”
She winks and as I stare deep into her eyes, I sense a storm building and wonder just what I have signed up for.