by Marian Tee
My Russian Beast
Marian Tee
Contents
Book Description
About the Book
Also by Marian Tee
My Russian Beast (Friends with Billionaires Romance)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Epilogue
BONUS: When I Moan: Russian Stepbrother Romance
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Dear Reader,
About the Author
Also by Marian Tee
Book Description
Professionally accomplished but socially awkward, Fredericka Spears can’t ask for anything else in her life except for one thing – to know the pleasure of a man’s possession. The truth is, she’s tired of being a virgin. She’s tired of pleasuring herself while fantasizing about a man she can never have.
A man who’s beautiful, powerful, and well six years younger---
Like she says: he’s a man she can’t ever have.
To put an end to her agony and stupid fantasies, Fredericka decides to take a lover, but guess who volunteers for the job?
The beautiful, powerful, and younger Russian billionaire Sergei Grachyov – also known as that man she can’t ever have.
About the Book
Fredericka was in the middle of pulling the covers up when she heard Sergei walk back into the bedroom. A moment later and he was standing in front of her, and her eyes widened when he started unbuttoning his shirt.
“What are you doing?” she demanded shrilly.
“I never sleep with my clothes on.” As he spoke, the billionaire had already dispensed with his shirt, leaving him bare-chested.
Her throat went dry, and her heart started hammering against her chest again.
Abs.
Too, too much abs.
“You’re staring at me again,” Sergei drawled.
Shit.
She whipped her gaze away, muttering, “It’s because you’re so ugly.”
But the billionaire only laughed, his ego immense enough to be insult-proof.
“You’re doing this to torment me, aren’t you?” she accused him.
“Not at all,” the billionaire dismissed as he placed his neatly folded shirt on the bedside table. “I’m just ticking another item off our bucket list.” Dark eyes gleaming, he looked at her, saying silkily, “See each other’s naked bodies and not be grossed out.”
Oh!
She remembered reading that line from the bucket list---
And then she saw the billionaire reach for the buttons of his pants.
Shit.
Fredericka quickly turned around and switched the light off, the same time she heard the faint but distinctive sound of a zipper being pulled down.
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
Fredericka scooted to the edge of the bed as she felt it dip, and her body tensed when she felt the billionaire get into bed with her.
You asked for this, Fredericka Spears.
Darkness prevented her from seeing anything, but the thought that Sergei Grachyov was lying next to her, without a stitch of clothes on, was tortuous and made her barely able to breathe. Swallowing, she asked in a small voice, “ Are you really naked?”
Instead of answering, Sergei started moving closer.
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My Russian Beast (Friends with Billionaires Romance)
Chapter One
Rockton, California
The buzz inside Café Illy, a cozy nook built a few steps outside a five-star hotel, was low but steady, occasionally sprinkled with soft laughter from its patrons. The café deliberately favored small groups of diners, with tables only either for twos or fours, while the combination of warm lights, velvet walls, glossy red chairs, and bossa nova music painted the air with intimacy.
29-year-old Fredericka Spears nervously hummed along to Susan Wong’s Saving All My Love for you, the lines of which were all too apt. It was almost like Cupid was mocking her, taunting her with the possibilities.
“Sorry, Freddie, did I make you wait?”
Oh.
She looked up just as Julian Alexeyev slid into the stool next to her. Even with his longish dark hair wet from the rain, dressed simply in a loose, long-sleeved shirt and black pants, the professor was still the epitome of careless elegance, a modern-day Byron, if one ignored the fact that he was Russian and an infamous womanizer.
But he’s different with me, Fredericka quickly reminded herself, not wanting to lose her courage when it had taken her forever to find the guts to ask Julian out.
Clearing her throat, Fredericka managed a cheerful smile, saying, “Not at all.” Actually, she had been in the café for half an hour already. She couldn’t help it. She had always been fastidiously prompt.
A smile curved on Julian’s lips. “So…what did you want to talk to me about?”
Can you be my first boyfriend?
Fredericka took a deep breath.
And another.
And another.
Shiiiiiiiiiiiit.
Why did passing the bar exam seem so damn easy compared to the prospect of flirting?
* * *
Seated several feet away, a couple faced each other across a round table, both of them easily recognizable to the other patrons inside the café. The woman was 29-year-old Madeline Carter, a vibrantly attractive brunette who, in the span of her fifteen-year-career, had succeeded in slaying the catwalks of Milan, Paris, Tokyo, and New York.
At that moment, she was also displaying her trademark pout as she asked her date, “Are you bored with me?” But while the tone was sweet and coy, inside the supermodel was seething.
It wasn’t like herself at all to ask something so insecure, but Madeline couldn’t help it.
Her date finally glanced up from his phone, and the dazzlingly sexy smile that curved on the younger man’s lips made Madeline’s body stir in a way that no other man had been able to. Even though Madeline wanted to hang on to her anger, she couldn’t, and she hated herself for it.
How could a mere 23-year-old make her feel so horny with just one damn smile?
Sergei Grachyov leaned forward, the small act more than enough for the supermodel to catch her breath even as a part of her was incredulous at the way she was so affected by every little thing the younger man did.
Madeline knew she only had a few years left if she wanted to retire from modeling with her head still held high. Before that happened, Madeline would need to secure for herself a permanent meal ticket, and that was where Sergei Grachyov came in.
As one of Fyodor Grachyov’s sons, Sergei had at least a billion dollars to his name. Even better, he was absolutely gorgeous, with ebony hair, magnetic dark eyes, and a classically handsome face. His bronze body was also to-die-for, with every inch rippling with muscles.
That he was younger than her didn’t matter to Madeline one bit. If anything, it would mean that she’d have an easier time manipulating him.
Or at least that was the plan…until that one night Sergei came to her place and fucked her until morning.
The seducer became the seduced, the manipulator the manipulated.
Sergei leaned forward then, and Madeline reluctantly pushed her lustful memories aside.
“Yes,” her younger date murmured.
She blinked in confusion. “Yes…what?”
“Yes. I’m bored with you.” Sergei Grachyov’s tone was polite and detached.
Madeline whitened. “Excuse me?”
A brief smile still on his lips, Sergei murmured, “But it’s not your fault, Madeline.”
Madeline’s face tightened in rage. How dare he? Just as she opened her mouth to curse him, Sergei suddenly reached for her hand across the table---
Heat, manifested in a single touch.
His fingers tightened around her, and Madeline swallowed, her rage turning into yearning in an instant.
So much strength and power in that grip, she thought hungrily. It reminded her of the way he had held on to her that night, not letting Madeline go even when she was begging him to stop because she couldn’t take any more of his wild, addictive lovemaking.
“Even if I’m bored with you, it’s nothing that you have to worry your pretty little head over.” As he spoke, Sergei’s thumb started moving over her knuckles, a feather-soft caress that had Madeline shuddering.
Oh, oh, oh.
God, he was so damn good at this, he made Madeline forget she had any kind of pride.
“Once we leave this place---” Sergei’s heavily-lidded glance captured hers.
Ah.
She remembered the way he had loomed over her, his dark eyes drinking in the helpless ecstasy that had taken control of her as she came under him with a cry---
“I’ll be able to fuck you the way we both want---”
Madeline’s legs quickly pressed together under the table.
“And no one’s going to be bored then.”
Aaaah.
She gulped.
She melted.
She surrendered.
The Russian billionaire slowly let go of her hand, leaning back while his dark gaze remained on her. The way his eyes glittered was all too familiar. It was the way she looked at men she had wrapped devotedly around her little finger, men who would do anything for her.
The same way this boy could also make me do anything he wants, Madeline realized uneasily.
The old Madeline Carter would have grabbed the glass of wine on the table, tossed the contents on his face, and left the table.
But she couldn’t remember how to be that Madeline, couldn’t even make herself want to leave him, knowing that if she did---
She would never get to fuck him again.
After all, Sergei Grachyov didn’t do second chances.
The Russian billionaire’s phone suddenly rang, drawing his attention away from Madeline. He glanced at it and his dark brows furrowed. “I’m sorry, but I need to take this call.”
No!
Who do you think I am?
The moment you stand, it’s over.
These were the words that automatically brimmed to her lips, words that Madeline wouldn’t have hesitated to use on any other man...except Sergei Grachyov.
She forced a smile. “Of course.” It was her first time to be so gracious, and it didn’t sit well with her at all. But when the Russian billionaire slid to his feet, she came to realize that sometimes, it did pay to be nice.
Bending down, the billionaire whispered to her ear, “Thank you for not being a bitch about it.” He pressed his hand on her bare back as he said huskily, �
��I’ll make it up to you later.”
He walked way, and she could only stare at him, feeling herself get wetter as deliciously lurid memories slid into her mind.
Sergei’s mouth conquering hers in the deepest kiss---
Sergei driving into her with his massive cock---
Sergei’s relentless fucking forcing her, of all people, to beg for a respite---
Madeline gazed at him with naked hunger, no longer caring that other patrons only had to look at her to know how horny she was.
All she cared about was having the Russian billionaire between her legs, his cock inside of her, as soon as possible.
* * *
Choosing a private and empty corner inside the café, Sergei Grachyov answered the call from his younger brother, murmuring, “What is it, Misha?”
“Am I interrupting?”
“Nyet,” the billionaire answered. And even if Misha were, it wouldn’t matter. Family always came first when it came to the Grachyov clan.
While listening to his brother, Sergei noticed a familiar figure in the restaurant seated by the bar. It was his mentor in university, Julian Alexeyev, and the professor was talking to a woman who was obviously doing her best to flirt with him---
And failing.
Sergei almost raised a brow at the way the woman fluttered her lashes at the professor. Did she not know that such a tactic was reserved for girls in kindergarten? Even worse, the woman was doing it all wrong, blinking so fast that he heard the professor ask if she was having a headache.
“Do you understand what that means?” Misha’s abrupt tone forced Sergei’s attention back on the conversation even as his gaze stayed on the world’s most painfully awkward flirt.
