by Cole, Jagger
River bristles.
“But most importantly,” I snarl. “She does not interest me.”
She looks away, pursing her lips. “She… she knew things, about you…”
“Such as?”
River blushes.
“River…”
“Such as your…” her face throbs even darker. “Your dick being big. The black rose tattoo someone could only see if you were naked.”
I smile. My hand comes up to cup her chin gently as I look down into her eyes.
“I did not sleep with her, River. I’ve never touched her. But…” I frown. “I have not lived the life of a monk. I’m forty-five, kiska.”
She looks away, chewing angrily on her lip.
“You are jealous.”
“No,” she snaps.
“You hate the idea of me with other women—”
“Yuri, I don’t fucking care—”
“Yes, you do.” My hand slides up to cup her face, tilting her chin up to look me in the eye.
“Because the idea of any other man even laying their fucking eyes on you makes me want to spill blood,” I snarl. “It makes me want to burn down nations and break the world in two.”
She whimpers as I pull her against my chest. One hand slips over her hip, the other tilts her face up to mine. She swallows.
“It makes me want to make you mine and mine alone,” I snarl. “Because you are mine. All fucking mine.”
I crush my lips hard to hers. I kiss her punishingly. I kiss her ruthlessly. I kiss her like she fucking belongs to me.
And in that instant, I see it all clearly. There will be no deal. No trade. No giving her to Semyon, or any other man, for any price.
I’ll break the world in half. I’ll go to war. I’ll burn the whole fucking thing down. For her.
14
River
I moan, my pulse throbbing as he kisses me. His hand tightens on my hip, sending a thrill through my core. Heat pools between my thighs as he cups my jaw possessively and kisses me like he’s claiming me; like he’s marking me.
His hand slides around my hip and over my ass. His hand on my jaw pushes up into my hair, freeing it from the knot on top of my head as he tugs the hair-tie free. My long strawberry-blonde locks tumble down, and I whimper into his lips as he tugs it into his fist.
The hand on my ass centers, rubbing the cleft at the top of my cheeks through the thin, silky dress. I moan as I feel him tugging the dress up, bunching it higher and higher. Until the entire back of it is pinned above my bare ass. He groans deeply as his hand slips over the lace of my thong. His finger traces lower, like he did before. And like before, I know what he’s looking for.
When his finger finds the little plug, I whimper. He pushes on it, growling into my lips before his mouth slides to my ear. He nibbles at the lobe as he adds pressure to the plug once again.
“Good girl,” he snarls.
His fingers slip under the back little strap of my thong, until they’re touching the hilt of the little toy. I feel him grip it between his thumb and finger. When he gives it a small twist, I gasp sharply as the erotic sensations on my nerve endings take my breath away.
Yuri growls as he kisses me again. He scoops me up into his arms, my legs wrapping around him as he carries me to the bed. It’s only then that I realize we’re in a guest room, complete with a double set of French doors open to a private stone balcony bathed in moonlight.
I moan when he drapes me across the bed, hovering above me. My legs spread to either side of him. I gasp when he grinds his hips into me, pushing the thick bulge of his cock against the slick, eager heat between my legs.
His mouth captivates mine, kissing me deeply as his fingers slip the straps of my dress off my shoulders. He moves his lips lower to my neck as he peels the dress away. He pulls it lower still, over my bare tits. I whimper when the material slips off my hard nipples.
His mouth follows the path of the fabric—down the slope of my tits until his lips wrap around one pink, throbbing little nipple. I moan, arching my back as he swirls his tongue over me. His hands keep pushing the dress down, over my stomach until it catches at my hips.
Yuri groans as he moves up to kiss my mouth deeply. But then he’s sliding down my body. He tugs the dress over my raised hips, slipping it off my legs along with my heels. He stands, his eyes holding mine as he shrugs his jacket off and starts to unbutton his shirt. I drop my gaze to his gorgeous, muscled body as he sheds his shirt and moves onto the bed.
My body trembles when he slides his hands up my thighs to the waist of my soaked little thong. He hooks his fingers into it and peels it down. Once again, my hips raise as he skims it down my legs, where it tangles on one ankle.
But he leaves it there as he pushes my legs apart and moves between them. He snarls as his teeth drag up the inside of my thigh. I whimper as his lips suck and nibble, leaving marks up towards my slick pussy.
His fingers get there first though. He groans, stroking a finger up and down my slit, making me whimper for more. He parts my lips and sinks his finger into me. I gasp, shuddering in pleasure as I feel him stroke against my g-spot.
But then, he slips his finger from my pussy and slides it lower. Once again, he pushes on the silver and diamond hilt of the plug still deep in my ass. And once again, I shudder in pleasure when he does. He grips it again and starts to slowly turn it in my ass, making me whimper eagerly.
Suddenly though, his mouth comes down on my pussy. He sucks my clit between his lips and starts to swirl his tongue over it. And instantly—instantly—I’m coming.
“Yuri!” I moan, thrashing on the bed as my hips press shameless against his mouth. He growls, pushing me back down with a hand gripping my hip. His other hand keeps turning the plug, making me gasp in pleasure. He tugs gently at the plug as he hums into my clit.
I’m seeing stars. I’m feeling pleasure I’ve never once felt before. It feels as though I’m melting into the bed. I’m lost in the sensations he’s giving me; writhing for him and begging him for more.
His tongue slides down my slit and then back to my clit. He pulls at the plug again, harder this time. I can feel it start to slip out, and I gasp. I feel the thickest part of it begin to open me up. But he keeps it there, keeping me stretched and whimpering for him. He pushes it back in, only to pull it out to the thickest part once again. And his tongue dances over my clit the whole time.
Yuri groans into my pussy as he pulls on the plug again. This time though, he keeps sliding it from me. The thick part pops out of my tight little hole, and I moan deeply. He swirls the very tip of the plug over my ass before he sets it aside. His mouth slides down over my pussy. His tongue drags down until it swirls over my quivering asshole. I cry out, my eyes rolling back at the filthy, erotic pleasure.
“Yuri…” I moan for him.
His tongue dances over my ass before he moves back to my clit. I feel his fingers pushing at my hole, and I moan when he sinks one into my ass. His mouth hums on my aching clit as he slowly fingers me, until I’m pushing my hips to meet him.
He gives my clit one more wet lick before he raises his head to look at me.
“I want this,” he growls. His finger pushes into me again as I gasp.
“Oh God…” I moan.
“Tell me you want me to claim you, kiska,” he groans deeply. He lowers his mouth, kissing my clit with his eyes still locked on me. He adds a second finger, pushing two now into my ass as I moan and writhe for him.
“I-I’ve never—”
“I know,” he groans. “But you want me to have you. You want me to claim you—to have all of you.”
My face crumples in pleasure. My eyes close as I nod. “Yes,” I choke softly.
“Say it.”
I moan deeply. “I want you to have all of me…” I moan.
“What do you want me to have, River,” he growls deeply. His two fingers plunge in and out of my ass as his tongue lazily circles my clit. He’s driving me insane. He’s making m
e want to do insane things… like what I know I’m going to say yes to. What I know I want him to do to me.
“My… my…” I moan deeply.
“Say it,” he growls into my clit.
“My ass!” I whimper. “I want you to have my ass!”
Yuri groans as his mouth falls back to my clit. He swirls his tongue over it before he pulls away. He gently pulls his fingers from me as he flips me over and stands. I’m throbbing all over. I turn to look at him over my shoulder, watching breathlessly as he slips his pants and briefs off. My eyes fall to his huge, thick cock, and I tremble.
He has something in his hands, and I realize it’s a bottle of lube. I watch, pulse thudding, as he drizzles it all over his thick, pulsing cock. He strokes himself, watching me, until he’s glistening. Then he moves onto the bed and slides over me.
He pulls me to my side, spooning me. He gently bends my top leg at the knee, spreading me open. I gasp when I feel the cool lubricant drizzle onto my ass. I can feel it dripping slowly down between my cheeks.
His fingers follow, pushing it gently where it needs to go. He sinks a finger into me again, and I whimper. I can feel his cock pulse and surge against me as he gets me ready and then slides his finger free.
One of his hands cups my face, turning me. I moan when he kisses me and eases the slick, swollen head of his cock against my little hole at the same time.
“Yuri…” I choke.
“I’m not going to hurt you, kiska,” he growls thickly. “I’m never going to hurt you. I’m incapable of hurting you.”
“Have me,” I whisper.
“You’re already mine.”
He pushes. I gasp, and my eyes fly open. I can feel the sensation of his thick head prying me open with the lube. He pushes a little harder, and I whimper as I feel him start to slide into me. My hand grips the sheets tightly. The other one slides back to hold his hip.
He goes so slow. Inch by inch, I can feel his huge cock sinking into me. The feeling is indescribable. Maybe I’d imagined it hurting. But it doesn’t. It feels tight, but I’m slick enough and turned on enough that he keeps pushing. It feels like he’s as deep as he can go. But when I reach back to touch him, I gasp. He’s only halfway there.
Yuri groans and pushes his hips. I moan thickly as his swollen cock sinks in—more and more until suddenly I feel his balls against my pussy. I’m trembling when I turn my head. He groans, cupping my jaw as he crushes his lips to mine.
His big hands grip my ass, spreading me. He rolls his hips, and his huge cock slowly slips out of me. Every nerve ending explodes with pleasure. Every inch of my body trembles and sizzles with heat. Every ounce of me wants him to take me however he wants.
He sinks back into me, and I moan. My toes curl, pushing at the sheets. Sweat beads at my back, and I gasp into his mouth. His cock plunges in and out of my tight little ass. His hand slips over my hip and down between my legs. He starts to rub my clit as he fucks me slowly and deeply.
I rock against him, clinging to him. I moan into his lips. I clench tight around his cock. My body begins to tremble and quiver. The naughty, dirty feeling of him taking my most forbidden place while he rubs my clit is almost too much. My back arches as I writhe on his dick. He grunts, fucking me harder and deeper as I start to moan.
“Yuri… I… oh my God,” I whimper. “Oh God, Yuri…”
“Come, kiska,” he growls into my ear. His hips grind into me, his cock so deep in me. I start to shake. My legs quiver and my toes curl against the sheets. I cry out into his mouth as I feel the trembling explode into release.
“Come for my cock, River,” he snarls. “Come for me with that big dick deep in your pretty little ass.”
He thrusts deep as his fingers roll over my clit. I suddenly can’t hold on any longer. It hits like pulling a trigger, and suddenly, I’m coming hard.
“Yuri!”
I scream his name as the orgasm explodes deep inside of me. I can feel my asshole clenching him tight as I come from that and his finger on my clit. I moan into his mouth when he kisses me deep and hard.
He snarls into my lips and buries his cock to the hilt in me. His muscles clench, and his grip on me tightens enough to leave marks. He grunts, and I moan as I feel him throb deep in my ass. I can feel something hot pouring into me, filling me.
My tongue dances with his. I pant my breath into his mouth as I cling to him desperately. Yuri doesn’t try to pull away though. He holds me tighter. He just keeps kissing me as he wraps me in his arms and whispers my name into my lips.
He keeps holding me, and stroking my skin, until my heart rate is reasonably normal. Or at least until I’m sure I’m not about to have a heart attack. Gently, he slips out of me and wraps the bedsheet around me.
He kisses me and stands, slipping his pants on and loosely pulling on his shirt without buttoning it. He pulls his phone out and grunts something in Russian before slipping it back into his pocket. His eyes hold mine as he slinks over and scoops me effortlessly into his arms.
I moan when I kiss him, my arms around his neck as he cradles me. He walks out onto the balcony, and then down a side staircase into a dark part of the garden. I cling to him, nuzzling his neck. My body is still throbbing all over as he carries me gently through the gardens. And then suddenly, we’re stepping out of the shadows onto the helipad.
A smaller helicopter is waiting for us, the rotors already spinning. I get a glimpse of the pilot and realize it’s Maksim. Yuri carries me in to the back area and gently buckles me in, still wrapped in the comforter. He buckles in next to me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling my head against his shoulder.
We rise up into the night sky, and then we’re skimming over the black waves, back to the yacht.
I have left sanity behind. And right now, I don’t care in the slightest.
15
Yuri
Forget Semyon. Forget all of it, actually. Something has changed in me, but I don’t have to wonder what the cause is. I’m looking right at it.
Lying in my bed, I grin as my eyes drink her in. She’s standing under the spray of the shower in my bathroom, the door open. I watch as she pushes her wet hair back, looking up with closed eyes. Water streams down every single curve of her body.
I’m forty-five, and I’ve just spent the last five hours in bed with this girl. And yet the sight of her like this in the shower still gets my cock hard. I grin and shake my head. Something has certainly changed in me. And it’s all her doing.
I usually spend my days feeling like I’m caught in a mill—the stones grinding me as I use all my strength to keep them from destroying me. That’s life at the top of the most feared, respected, and ironclad Bratva family in the world.
But for the last few days, I’ve simply breathed. I’ve lived in the moment and closed myself away from the pressures and stress of my usual life. Besides, part of the grinding I’ve done to get to this point with my organization is making sure it does run without me. I have Maksim, and my other trusted top avtoritets. I have my nephew, Ilya, who is quickly learning the ways of his family business.
But even with all of that in place, it’s taken her to make me take that breath. It’s her falling into my world that’s given me the ability to press pause, even if it’s just for a few days.
In the shower, she bends over to soap her legs. I groan as my dick throbs. In the last three days since Petya’s party, I’ve spent almost every minute of every day in bed with her. Or else the floor. Or else my office desk, or the sofa. Or against the railing of my private deck. I have had her every way I can, except for taking her virginity.
My reasoning for not no longer has anything to do with Semyon and our dealings. That door is shut. There is no more deal, and I no longer care to involve myself with him or his business. None of it could ever be worth her. The riches of the entire world, or the power to rule it all don’t compare to having her in my arms.
But my reason for not taking that last part of her innocence is simple. Sim
ple, and yet complicated, I suppose. The problem is, in the last few days of her being in my world, something has clicked in me. A spark I thought I’d never find, and a fire I thought I’d snuffed out is very much alive again. I very much like her. It’s much more than “like,” actually.
The problem is, River is ones of the most famously beautiful women in the world. And yet she’s still somehow made it to twenty-one with still being a virgin.
I won’t take that from her after a week of being on my boat. Not when I took her here originally against her will. Not when I’m more than twenty years older than her. Not when she’s my daughter’s best fucking friend. And not when what I feel for her has this sort of gravity.
I need it to be her who asks me for that. Because I can’t ask it of her.
I groan as she steps out of the shower and starts drying off. She looks up, and she blushes shyly when she sees me looking at her. When I grin wider, she blushes deeper. Then she wraps the towel around herself and steps into the bedroom.
“What?”
I chuckle. “Nothing. I’m just amused that a professional model and one of the Vanessa’s Dream Dreamgirls becomes bashful with me watching her in the shower.
She bites her lip. “It’s… different.”
“How so?”
She simmers, her eyes holding mine. “Well, for one because I’m not naked on those runways or in those ads.”
“This is true.”
“Or maybe it’s because the way you look at me is…” she shakes her head and blushes. “Nothing, never mind.”
“Kiska,” I say softly. She swallows and drags those big green eyes back up to me. “How do I look at you.”
“Like you’re never going to stop,” she whispers.
“And other men, with how beautiful you are, haven’t looked at you like that?”
River looks down, playing with her fingers as she stands in the doorway to the bathroom. “I’ve understood the way men look at me since I was young—even before modeling. But those looks just pure desire to have me, or to use me to an end. That’s just lust.”
