Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Genevieve
The mark of a wise person was discernment. Knowing when to start, when to stop and when to back out of a situation, especially when the universe was clearly giving you an out. Good thing I never boasted about wisdom because the word ‘hypocrite’ would’ve been slashed across my forehead in neon ink.
I should’ve apologized and scurried off the elevator when the lights came on. I wanted to kiss the man and I already did that, but here I was, walking into his penthouse with shaky limbs.
“Set the files on the table and come over.”
I obediently set the files on the table next to me and began walking over to him.
The penthouse had an open floor design with the elevator serving as the door, the kitchen was separated from the TV area by a long dining table, and the bed was positioned on an elevation overseeing the city.
It was the perfect space for when office hours ran too late.
Kazimir stood next to the bed, his form illuminated by the city lights behind me as he watched me take slow, cautious steps towards him. His eyes darkened when I stood in front of him.
“Take off your shoes.”
I obliged, kicking off my five-inch heels without breaking eye contact. The embarrassment I’d felt earlier was slowly giving way to lust and anticipation.
Every inch of me came to life with how intently his eyes watched my movement, and when he asked me to get on the bed, I lowered myself onto the soft mattress without a second thought.
Kazimir undressed in front of me, his eyes never leaving mine as he slowly shed every layer of clothing. My eyes followed his movements, soaking up every inch of exposed skin and carved muscle, and when his trousers dropped, exposing the thick bulge beneath, I swear my heart somersaulted.
My body instinctively pulled back, backing into the bed. A smirk curled his lips when he noticed the shift.
This was probably the time to tell him I was a virgin and besides my fingers and vibrator, his hands were the next thing to touch my pussy, but I feared a confession like that would push him away.
I knew a lot of men hated the thought of dealing with virgins and I had already come too far to back down.
Kazimir climbed the bed, his eyes the perfect picture of a predator stalking his prey. I held my breath till he got to me.
His lips crashed against mine without hesitation, stealing the breath from me. It was a lot different from the kiss at the elevator.
This was urgent, fast and promising of something to follow. I was a fast learner and I’d picked a thing or two from our first encounter, matching every flick, lick, and bite.
When his tongue entered my mouth, I opened wide, every thought of pulling back dissolved by his intoxicating taste.
His hands found my boob, palming and kneading through my shirt till he grew impatient and laid waste to the fabric. My bra followed in a flash and his lips were on me almost immediately.
The heat from his mouth shot straight to my spine, arching my back off the bed and granting him more access.
A sharp cry rose from the back of my throat as his teeth toyed with my nipple the same way they did with my lips, alternating between grazing teeth and lapping tongue.
Heat pooled between my legs and my thighs grew slick with every stroke of his tongue. I was practically writhing beneath him as he shared his attention between my two breasts.
Kazimir’s fingers found my pussy shortly and this time, they slipped in almost immediately.
“Oh god,” I moaned when he grazed the spot inside me that set off fireworks on my skin.
“So tight yet so greedy,” he murmured against my breast. “I’ll enjoy wrecking this pretty pussy of yours.”
My response was a strangled whimper. My body hummed with anticipation. If a finger felt this good, I knew his dick would send me into overdrive and that scared and intrigued me at the same time.
His fingers stopped to hook around my waist and in one tug, he pulled both skirt and panties down.
I felt his eyes like hot coal on my core. I was completely bare to him and even though the room was dimly lit, I felt exposed.
Kazimir’s eyes raked all over me, his nose flaring when he took in the sight of my pussy. I was hit with the sudden urge to pull my legs together but that was hardly possible with him between my thighs.
“Wider.” His voice had lost its smooth velvet in favour of a dark rumble. “I want to see all of you.”
I’d never been subject to a man’s scrutiny but seeing the way he watched me like a meal he couldn’t wait to devour, I gained the confidence, pulling up my knees and letting them fall apart for him.
His low growl was all the encouragement I needed as I opened wider till the muscles in my inner thighs began to hurt.
Kazimir’s hand lowered to the bulge in his pants, massaging softly. “Such a pretty little cunt. So fucking wet,” he hissed as I laid there completely overwhelmed with need yet having no idea what to do next.
I hadn’t realized I was ogling his dick till he voiced out my thoughts. “You can take it.”
I swallowed, not knowing the right answer to give.
He lowered himself, his body towering over mine till he was settled between my legs. His body completely covered me, his shoulders stealing my view of the ceiling and cutting out every connection I had to the world beyond him.
His cock pressed against me, the throbbing thickness pulsating against my sensitive clit and sending delicious ripples through my walls.
Kazimir’s lips found mine again, shoving his tongue in almost immediately while his finger toyed with my nipple.
My head returned to the clouds and my thoughts were fragments of everything he was making me feel. I was so gone in my head that I didn’t notice him slip off his pants till something smooth and warm nudged against my opening.
My breath hitched, tension poured into my muscles and I stiffened.
“Relax.” He nicked my earlobe. “You can take it.”
Tell him.
The only reasonable voice in my head said. Tell him now. My heart hammered in my chest as I felt the head slightly parting my folds. My stomach was a tight knot of fear and anticipation.
I held tightly to his shoulders, bracing myself for the intrusion that was to come. I bit my tongue, holding back the pain from the burning sensation as he pressed in.
Pain blurred my vision and I felt as though I was being ripped apart. My fingers dug into his shoulders as I held back a sob. Everything hurt. I struggled to keep my body from shaking but eventually, a whimper slipped.
Kazimir paused. His body stiffened over me and I mentally cursed myself. He pulled back a little and I was immediately grateful for the relief but he pushed back again and this time, I wasn’t prepared for the intrusion and the sound that left me was a guttural cry of pain.
Kazimir pulled back, his elbow supporting his body as he hovered above me.
My vision was blurred with tears, but I could make out the stormy scowl in his eyes.
“What just happened?”
I swallowed. I was a deer arrested by headlights with nowhere to run.
“Answer me.”
His voice was clearer and sharp. The veins on his neck were prominent and his muscles roped in a tensed way. His cock pulsed inside me, making it even harder to concentrate and my stupid pussy clenched in response.
A string of Russian curses made way to a curt, “Stop that.”
His eyes pinned me with a single question and I knew honesty was my only way out even though I was scared of ruining the moment.
“I…” I tried to let out the word, really did, but it kept catching in my throat. Kazimir raised a brow, urging me to continue. “I…”
“For fuck sake, have you been fucked before?” he growled.
My eyes widened at the crudeness of his words, but I shook my head.
“Fuck.” His head lowered and his dick pulsed again. This time, I couldn’t stifle a moan.
He glanced up and for the nth time today, I prayed for something to open up and swallow me.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I didn’t think it mattered.” It was a bald-faced lie but I’ll be damned if I let him know my reason was a fear of rejection. I already embarrassed myself enough for one day.
“I could’ve injured you.”
“But you didn’t.”
I held my breath as he watched me, no doubt weighing his options, and as desperate as it might sound, I sent a prayer to the heavens to make this man decide to fuck me.
And for the first time in weeks, something finally went my way.
“Let me know when it starts to hurt too much.”
I nodded, not trusting my voice to not give away my eagerness.
Kazimir settled back between my legs. This time, he was gentler and his eyes never left my face.
I felt him all the way, from his thick head parting my folds to the shaft slowly sliding into me. He stopped to occasionally rub my clit and play with my boobs, loosening my tensed muscles and making me wet till he was buried to the hilt.
A sound of satisfaction rumbled in his chest when I took all of him.
I shut my eyes, savouring the feeling of being full. He filled every inch and took up extra space. I’d never felt anything like it. It was the best kind of intrusion. In no time, my body was a live wire, a low thrum of electricity buzzing beneath my skin.
Kazimir pulled back slightly before sinking back in and we both moaned in unison.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard your pussy will adapt a permanent dent of my dick.”
“Please…” my voice was foreign to my ears. I wanted him and I wanted him now.
As though he could read my mind, Kazimir began moving. Slow, languid strokes that stretched every inch of my walls and coaxed low moans from me.
He took his time, branding himself inside me before he eventually picked a rhythm. His strokes came faster, deeper and my voice accentuated each one.
“Oh my god.”
“Kazimir. I’m the one fucking you, not god.”
A new flood gate of wetness opened between my legs and when his next stroke came with a sharp bite on my nipple, his name tumbled out of my lips like a cry for mercy.
“That’s right,” he growled. “You say my name when I fuck you.”