Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Milana
After dancing for a while, I lean in close to Sarah, catching my breath. “I'm parched.”
“And I need to use the bathroom,” she responds, breathless. “I’ll be right back.”
“Do you need me to come with you?”
She waves me off. “Go ahead. I’m fine.”
I make my way through the crowd toward the bar area, feeling Kirill’s eyes on me the entire time. He’s standing a little ways back, watching.
When I reach the bar, he’s already there, stepping up beside me.
“Having fun?” he asks, voice low.
“Yeah,” I say, smiling. “Want to dance?”
He shakes his head. “No.”
I lean against the bar. “I need a drink.”
He flags down the bartender and orders for me without asking what I want. I watch him, a little amused, a little turned on by how easily he takes charge and already knows my drink of choice.
While the bartender makes my drink, Kirill’s phone rings. He answers it, stepping slightly to the side but staying close enough that I can still feel his presence.
A random guy slides up to the bar next to me, flashing a smile. “Hey beautiful, can I get you a drink?”
I shake my head. “No, thanks.”
He doesn’t take the hint. "My name is Mark.”
“Not interested.”
“Come on, why are you playing hard to get? You’re too pretty to be here alone.”
I roll my eyes. "My boyfriend is here and you don't want to find out what he’ll do to you if he sees you flirting with me.”
The guy holds up his hands. “Alright, alright.”
As he walks away, I turn and catch Kirill watching me with that intense, dark look. I expected him to step in, to get jealous. But he didn’t.
I close the distance between us, stepping right up to him. “Why didn’t you say something?”
He shrugs. “You seemed like you could handle him. He wasn’t a threat.”
“That’s not what I meant.” He arches an eyebrow. “Weren’t you jealous?”
“No.”
I frown. “No?”
“Why would I be?”
I fold my arms. “Because some random guy was flirting with your girlfriend.”
“And?”
I stare at him. “And… aren’t you supposed to be at least a little jealous?”
A corner of his mouth lifts. “Should I be jealous because you can get free drinks?”
I blink. “Wait… you are jealous.”
He lets out a quiet chuckle. “No.”
“Sounds like you are.”
“Trust me, princess.” He leans against the bar. “If I wanted a free drink, I could get one too.”
I laugh. “From who?”
“You don’t think so?”
I shake my head. “Absolutely not.”
He smirks. “You want to test that theory?”
My eyes light up. “Okay, fine,” I say, a playful challenge in my voice. “We pretend we don’t know each other.” I point between us. “First person to get offered a free drink wins.”
He studies me for a second before a grin spreads across his face. “What does the winner get?”
“They can ask for anything as their prize.”
He smirks. “You’re on.”
I move to the other end of the bar, and he stays where he is.
A few minutes later, Sarah comes back from the bathroom, cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling.
“What’s going on?” I ask, grinning.
She leans in, whispering. “Well… don’t hate me, but I think I’m going to call it a night.”
I laugh. “We just got here! What happened?”
She bites her lip. “I kind of ran into this guy I’ve been talking to. On my way to the bathroom. We want to take it outside.”
I hug her. “Be safe. Call me when you get back to your dorm, okay?”
“I will.” We kiss each other on the cheek good night, and she leaves, disappearing into the crowd with a big smile.
I watch from my spot at the bar as a leggy blonde walks up to Kirill. She’s confident, smiling as she leans in close, saying something I can’t quite hear over the music.
From where I’m sitting, I can see her laughing at whatever he says in return, touching his arm lightly. A few minutes later, she flags down the bartender and buys him a drink.
I’m shocked for a second. I never really thought about women buying men drinks. But with a guy like him, tall, dark, ridiculously handsome, I can’t blame her.
He’s magnetic. Wet dream material. I sip my own drink, eyes trained on them, a strange mix of amusement and possessiveness swirling in my chest.
I talk to a couple of guys who approach me, smiling politely, but I don’t let any of them buy me a drink. I just chat lightly and move on. I want him to win. I want to see what he’ll ask for as his prize.
After a while, I see him dismiss the blonde. She slips a piece of paper into his pocket. Her number, I’m guessing and walks away with a pout. He doesn’t even watch her go. His eyes find mine across the bar, dark and intense.
He gets off his stool and walks over to me. “Seems like I won.”
“Hmm,” I say, tilting my head. “So women do buy men drinks.”
He smirks. “I told you.”
I take a sip of my drink, looking up at him. “So, what do you want as your prize?”
He leans in closer, voice low. “I’ll let you know when I decide.”
I down the rest of my drink, the alcohol warming my veins. “Well… I’m ready to call it a night. But first, can we dance?”
He shakes his head. “No.”
“Please?” I say, giving him my best pleading look. I grab his hand and start pulling him toward the dance floor. “Just one song.”
He lets me drag him, a reluctant smile tugging at his lips.
A slower, sultry song comes on as we reach the floor. I turn so my back is to his front, pressing my body against him as I start to move.
I roll my hips, grinding my ass against him slowly, feeling his hands settle on my hips. His grip tightens as I feel his erection grow against me. The heat between us is electric.
I turn around, hooking my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. We’re so close our bodies are pressed together, moving to the beat. His hands slide down to my lower back, holding me there.
Our faces are inches apart. I can feel his breath on my lips, but we don’t kiss. We just dance, bodies moving together, the tension building with every sway, every grind, every look.
When the song finally comes to an end, I’m breathless. Not from the dancing, but from the way my body is wired up, every nerve ending on edge.
The heat between us, the way he held me, the way our bodies moved together, it’s left me aching.
He leans in, lips brushing my ear so I can hear him over the loud music. “Are you ready to go now?”
The feel of his breath against my skin makes me even more desperate. I nod. “Yes.”
He takes my hand, lacing our fingers together. “Okay. Let’s get out of here.”
The ride back to the hotel is torture. I sit with my thighs pressed tightly together, trying to ignore the throbbing need between my legs.
I want to jump him right here in the back of the cab. I want to climb into his lap and ride him until I can’t think straight. But I hold myself back, gripping the edge of the seat, stealing glances at him as he looks out the window, jaw tight.
The second the door to our suite clicks shut behind us, he pulls me to him. I jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist as our mouths crash together.
The kiss is devouring, deep, hungry, desperate. His hands grip my ass, holding me up as he walks us further into the room. I’m tearing at his shirt, he’s yanking at my dress, both of us frantic to feel skin on skin.
We’re kissing like we can’t get enough, tongues tangling, breaths mingling. I moan into his mouth as he presses me against the wall, his hardness grinding against me through our clothes.
Kirill pulls me against him, naked and warm, and I can’t seem to keep my hands to myself.
I turn in his arms and kiss him, soft at first, then deeper, needier. He kisses me back, one hand sliding down my back to cup my ass, pulling me closer. Our bodies press together, skin on skin, and I feel him hardening against my thigh.
He kisses me again, slow and deep, then starts moving down my body.
His lips trail over my neck, my collarbone, my breasts, sucking gently on each nipple until I’m arching into him with soft moans. He continues lower, kissing my stomach, my hips, the tops of my thighs.
When he finally settles between my legs, spreading them wide, I’m already dripping for him. He looks up at me, eyes dark with hunger, then lowers his mouth to my pussy.
The first slow drag of his tongue makes me gasp. He licks me like he has all the time in the world, long, broad strokes from my entrance to my clit, savoring every inch of me.
When he reaches my clit, he sucks it gently into his mouth, tongue flicking in slow, deliberate circles that make my toes curl.
“Oh God…” I moan, fingers threading through his hair.
He growls against me, the vibration sending sparks through my entire body. He licks and sucks, alternating between gentle teasing and firmer pressure, driving me higher and higher.
My hips start moving on their own, grinding against his face as the pleasure builds, deep and intense.
He devours me, tongue fucking into me, then moving back to my clit, sucking harder. I’m crying out, thighs trembling around his head, completely lost in the sensation.
When I come, it’s with a broken moan as pleasure crashes through me. He keeps licking me through it, drawing out every last tremor until I’m shaking and whimpering.
But he doesn’t stop.
He keeps going, slower now, gentler, but still relentless. He brings me to the edge again, then pushes me over with a firm suck on my clit. I come a second time, harder, my thighs clamping around his head as I cry out his name.
By the time he finally pulls back, I’m boneless. Exhausted. My body feels heavy, satisfied, completely spent.
He kisses his way back up my body, slow and tender, until he’s hovering over me. He pulls me into his arms, holding me against his chest. I nestle into him.
As sleep starts to pull me under, I hear him whispering in my ear, soft Russian endearments I don’t fully understand but feel in my soul.
I drift off with a smile on my face.