Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Kirill
“I…”
I’m not a man to be rendered speechless. After the life I've lived, after becoming the Pahkan so young, I’ve learned to think and act on my feet. Yet this beautiful, stubborn woman who’d practically taken me hostage has my mouth opening and gaping like a fish.
“You’re crazy,” I say at last.
The woman shrugs, her blue eyes showing no glimmer of remorse as she stares straight at me.
Stubbornness is usually not a trait I put up with, but with her, it sends sparks shooting straight to my groin.
It has already caused several rather rough fantasies of what I would do with such a mouth to fire off into spark in my brain.
A brain, I might add, usually focused on blood and betrayal.
Still, I hadn’t expected her to invite me up to her room.
“What if I am?” she asks, her tone playful. “Don’t think you could survive me?”
She reaches forward and caresses my bicep, sending need shooting through my arm and chest.
“Something tells me you could handle anything I could throw at you,” she purrs.
I can’t help but smirk.
“Oh, that’s for certain,” I remark. “The question is, could you survive me?”
Her flirtatious smirk grows into an absolutely sexy grin, and another rush of temptation courses through me.
“I would love to find out,” she replies, arching a single brow, clearly intrigued by the idea.
“You know, this little back and forth we’ve been having? It’s the most fun I've had in months,” she tells me. “You’re fun to argue with. And I’d bet you’d be an absolute prince to fuck.”
She said the curse word smoothly, but the twitch in her mouth at the end has me thinking that even though she was acting tough, she isn’t really.
Or, at least, doesn’t want to be so tough.
I have to admit, as much as she’s frustrated me since she crawled in the cab, I've been having a little fun arguing with her too.
I blatantly rake my eyes down her body again.
There's no doubt. I am attracted her. My body- every part of it- has been hard ever since I got a glance at her.
Seeing her naked and ravishing each of those sumptuous curves is certainly appealing.
It would also be a good way to ditch the cab and disappear for a few hours, I suppose.
I cock my head, letting my arousal eat away at my frustration until there was nothing left but need.
“You’re absolutely fucking right I am,” I reply, and switch off the taxi’s engine.
Surprise and hunger glitter in the woman’s eyes, and that sultry smile returns.
“Stay right there,” I command, then get out of the cab.
As the valet approaches me, I realize I know him. Yevgeny Prigosh, a very willing errand boy I’ve used multiple times when holding meetings at the Four Seasons. He was good. Quick. Never asked questions. Always showed appreciation for my hefty tips.
“Dobryy vecher, Mr. Pavlovich,” Yevgeny greets me.
“Good to see you, Yevgeny,” I reply, handing him the keys and a wad of cash.
“Be a good man and take this thing at least four blocks south and park it in an alley,” I command. “I don’t care which. I won’t be needing it anymore.”
Yevgeny simply nods and replies, “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
I then walk around to the back door of the cab, and open it for the woman. This might be a one-night stand but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to be a gentleman. At least, some of the time.
I reach in, taking her hand, and help her out of the back.
Normally it bothers me when women act with familiarity with me, but as she slides herself so intimately into my side and rests her head on my shoulder as we walk through the lobby, it stokes within me that fire she’s already ignited.
She and I say nothing to one another as we and a few others step onto the elevator, but even still, the anticipation between us grows.
With the others turn toward the elevator doors, I can’t resist looking over at her. I slide my hand down her back, under the hem of her tight dress, and stroke the naked flesh of her pert backside.
So supple. So soft. Just the right amount of muscle. My cock twitches at the feel of her, and I want her to twitch too. So I hook a finger around her thong and give it a soft tug.
A devilish smirk touches my lips as I watch her eyes widen and her plump, pink lips part in a silent gasp.
A rose-hued flush fills her pale cheeks, even as she keeps her eyes facing forward.
Wanting more of those subtle reactions, I slide my hooked finger lower, pleased beyond measure when I touch the damp heat between her legs.
I suddenly wonder what she tastes like, and give her thong a tug.
My pleasure grows as I watch her lashes flutter and then close, and I can’t resisting leaning down and whispering in her ear, “good girl.”
The soft ding of the elevator doors jolts us both out of the little heated bubble we’ve created, but I smoothly pulled my hand away, fix the hem of her dress, and guide her out.
“Key,” I command, holding my hand out as we stride down the hall.
I watch in satisfaction as the woman holds up her wristlet with both hands, her fingers trembling as she works at the zipper and pulls out the key card.
“Room number?” I ask.
“5230,” she breathes.
So she wasn’t lying about the suite.
In fact, it’s the penthouse. One I’ve used more than a few times to conduct a few meetings. It's quite expensive and luxurious.
For the first time, my curiosity is piqued.
Who is this woman that she can afford such an extravagance?
And how did she find it so difficult to find a man to share this supposed one night of freedom?
She is beautiful. Even through the heavy makeup, which I think does her a disservice, I can see that she is one of those women who receives constant looks from the opposite sex.
I push my silent questions away as I reach the penthouse door. What do I care? I’ve been working hard lately. It only serves me right that a bit of luck would fall into my lap. Or rather, my back seat.
The moment I have the door open, I waste no time roughly pushing her inside. As the door shuts I curl my fingers around her throat and back her up against the wall. A whimper is barely able to escape her lips before my mouth is on hers, taking what I’ve wanted since I first saw her.
My kisses are rough and I don’t apologize for them- but so are hers.
She boldly nips at my bottom lip as she grips tufts of my hair and pulls me closer.
Our tongues duel for dominance and after about four seconds, I’ve had enough.
I rear back from the kiss as my hand tightens around her throat and give her a glaring look.
Sparks fire in her blue eyes, and her body undulates like a cat in heat within my grasp.
Fuck, I want her.
“I have rules, devochka,” I warn her, then lean forward to skim my tongue along her lips. “If we’re going to do this, I am in control, understand? You want pleasure? I’ll give it to you. But it’s going to be on my terms.”
I watch the woman’s pupils dilate with pleasure as her pink blush grows red.
“Say you understand,” I coax, sliding my other hand possessively down her side.
Her body pushes into my touch as her pink tongue darts between her lips to skim her lower lip where I've just licked- the small act teasing me- and she nods.
“I understand,” she whispers, her grip on my hair slowly releasing.
I can’t help the hungry, rasping groan that escapes my throat, and I lower my head to kiss her again. Just like before it’s hungry and rough, but this time, the woman willingly follows my lead, letting me part her lips with my own and take full possession of her mouth.
It’s not long after that I feel her body melt into the wall, and I know she’s given me her control. I release her throat, only so that I can pin her wrists above her head.
“That’s it,” she begs, as my kisses move from her lips to her neck. “Make me forget. Make me think of nothing else but this.”
For the smallest moment I pause. What is it that she's trying to forget? Avoid? If I was a better man perhaps I would stop altogether and ask her- but I’m not a better man. Instead, I bite possessively into her neck until she cries in a heady mixture of pleasure and pain.
I lick at the ridges my teeth leave behind, loving the taste of her flesh, and then whirl her around to face the wall.
This time she puts her own hands against the wall, and I trace rapid kisses down her shoulder as I unzip her dress.
I pull her hands away just long enough to help her out of the dress, then after she has them on the wall again, I give myself a moment to drink in her body.
She really is perfect. Straight, unblemished back that dips into an hour glass and ends with two evenly placed dimples that sit above a perfectly luscious and positively bitable backside.
The only nuisance is the scrap of black lace that is her thong, and I make quick work of ridding her perfection of it.
“You really want to forget?” I whisper into her ear. My hands slide possessively over her ample breasts and squeeze.
“Yes,” she breathes, thrusting her chest into my touch, then moans when I rub my thumbs over her nipples.
“Make me forget everything. Even my name.” Her tone is pleading, and I’m so far gone I couldn’t say no even if wanted to.
“As you wish, devochka,” I murmur.
I graze my lower lip from her ear to her neck, and bite teasingly into the sensitive flesh as my fingers pulse slowly around her taut nipples.
I feel the urge to stop teasing myself and sink my cock into her right then and there- but I resist. We have all night to get to that, and I want this woman trembling and begging before I finally give her what she’s craving. What we’re both craving.
My kisses go lower, taking on a more seductive technique as I move from her neck slowly down her spine, to those adorable dimples, and to her ass. My fingers bite into my flesh as I slowly drag them from her breasts, down her abdomen, and to those luscious cheeks that are driving me insane.
A heady groan escapes my throat as my hands and mouth both reach her ass, and I sink my teeth into the supple flesh. It’s better than I imagined and I feel my already rigid cock pulse between my legs.
In response, I feel the woman begin to tremble as she whimpers and leans more fully into the wall. Nowhere near done giving my favorite part of her anatomy attention, I trace my fingers up her inner thighs, and without my even demanding so, the woman parts her legs wider for me.
Oh. She is such a good girl.
Her knees almost buckle when my fingertips merely brush against her hot, wet petals, and she pleads to be allowed to lay down.
“Not yet,” I rasp, slowly stroking over her lips, her entrance, and up to her clitoris.
A sound of satisfaction rumbles from my chest as I find her shaved bare, feeling only hot flesh and slick willingness. I inhale deeply, and catch the sweet, clean scent of a woman who knows how to take care of herself.
My fingers tease her as I continue to softly bite and stroke my tongue over her left cheek, not satisfied until my bite marks completely mar her rounded flesh.
With every small move I make with my hands or mouth, I feel her lean further into the wall, balancing precariously on her high heels as she pushes her ass forward in an almost pleading gesture.
I tease her until she’s pulsing and dripping wet in my palm, then I thrust my tongue deep inside her sex, moaning as I take my first taste. She is as sweet and refreshing as a freshly picked peach; honeyed in all the right places, and I begin to lick her not for her pleasure, but mine.