by Janae Keyes
Her delicate scent of arousal was enticing to me and kept me wanting more of her. I had to taste what went along with that scent, I had to eat the sweetness that awaited me between her folds and from the moment my fingers parted her lips, I was hungry.
The pink skin of her pussy greeted me, and I attacked it with my mouth, licking at her essence and sucking at her begging clit. The squeals and purrs that came from her were a reminder to why I’d nicknamed her pussycat.
I chuckled for only a second because I had pleasure to get back to, giving her my all as my dick strained at the zipper of my jeans, knowing that it would be inside her soon.
Anxious to not just hear, but feel her come, I pushed two fingers into her tightness. Fucking her with them hard. She would come all over my hand, and my tongue and I would claim the prize of her precious juices.
Panting, she began to call my name.
“Alexei, oh Alexei,” she purred as her fingers scratched at my scalp, threatening her tumble into the abyss.
“Come, my pussycat,” I hissed before continuing to lap at her clit, and in only seconds I felt her tighten around my hand, tumbling over and covering my hand with her evidence that I proceeded to lick up before I sat up.
My fingers made quick work of unbuttoning my jeans and stripping them and my underwear away, exposing my hardness to her. I saw her bite down on her lip as I pulled my body over hers, resting between her damp thighs.
“What have you done to me?” she asked me with a sweet grin.
“I let you free, but you have done same with me. I am free for you,” I told her honestly.
Letting people in, it wasn’t something I was known for. I’d been hardened to the world, and my past career only made it worse, I had to be hard as stone and not crack under the emotional toll that taking a person’s life could take on someone. I never loved, only those that it was required of me to do so, my family.
Yet, with Rae. I’d found a person I could invite in, someone that I could let my walls down with, and a woman that I could love harder than I could love anything.
Rae smiled at my honesty, and I bent to her, planting at first soft and chaste kisses, but quickly, they moved into being dominate and rough, but something told me that’s how Rae liked it. She liked the control I held over the atmosphere when we were in bed, and she wanted the rough touches I gave her.
There was always the choice to treat her like a treasured matryoshka doll or to give her what she wanted, something hard and mind blowing. She’d told me to fuck her like it was our last time, I’d give it my all and fuck her until her screams dissipated into nothingness.
From the moment I penetrated her tight entrance, I was hit with an onslaught of raw physical desire. I gripped her leg and brought it over my shoulder while my mouth attacked hers. I’d give her a fuck she’d remember until the end of her days. When we parted, no other man would be able to give her something to erase the memory of me inside her.
“You like the hard fuck?” I asked, grunting as I slammed into her hot and craving pussy.
“Yes, Alexei, harder,” she demanded without flinching, and I’d give it to her harder and harder.
Under my touch, she purred, my pussycat. I smiled to myself before I kissed her hard. My fingers slipped between us, finding her sensitive bud of pleasure and rubbing her towards the climax she was waiting for.
With a scream into my mouth, her shattering conclusion arrived, and she came hard. Her yells filled the apartment, and her eyes were filled with a type of lust I’d never seen in another woman before, which caused me to fall with her.
“Fuck, Rae,” I grunted as waves shot through my cock while I spilled into her. It has never been that good with anyone else, and it never would be that good. The emotions we held for one another made our pleasure that much more.
I heard the clock ticking in the background as we both came down from our highs, with each tick, our time slipped away. She’d be gone far away, and I would be left a shell without her raw perfection.
Chapter 11
Rae
After two nights with Alexei, it was time for me to head back to my friend and his cousin. He dropped me off in front of the apartment building where my things had remained with my friend and her family.
I showered and changed my clothes before I wandered into the kitchen for breakfast with Katya and her mother. Katya looked exhausted, and her mother shook her head as I entered the room.
“Both girls only come this morning,” Sofiia commented as I took a seat at the table with my best friend who I learned had spent the night with Igor.
“Oh mommy, you need dick in life. Then you understand,” Katya said nonchalantly with a wink toward her mother who didn’t even seemed phased by her lewd words. I’d gotten used to Katya and her mouth over my years with her and though sometimes it shocked me, others I didn’t even bat an eyelash.
“Rae, in America, Katya is much of a mouth?” Sofiia inquired, and I laughed.
“She has the loudest and crudest mouth of anyone I’ve ever met,” I commented as my blonde friend stuck her tongue at me.
We ate for a few more moments in near quiet, Sofiia read the newspaper and sipped her tea, while Katya ate in silence, which was rare. I knew that silence, she had a lot on her mind, but wasn’t ready to talk about it.
“Life is good with Alexei?” Sofiia asked as she sat her newspaper down on the table.
“It’s great, I miss him already,” I sadly admitted. I’d fallen hard for a guy I would be leaving behind and would likely never see again.
Alexei had a past on him, and that would likely prevent him from getting a visa to visit the States. I didn’t have the time nor the money to spend on frequent trips to Russia. I’d gotten myself into a predicament I couldn’t solve, but I couldn’t end it with him, at least not yet. I’d asked him to fuck me like it was our last and he promised to do so every time until I left him. Every moment with him would be like it was our last.
I’d told him about my son, about Jacob. I never told anyone about him, my boy. That was a part of me that I kept to myself. I rarely opened up to anyone about the struggles of my life, but with Alexei, I could tell him anything, and he genuinely listened.
Of course, I would find the perfect guy, but he would live in a foreign country and we wouldn’t have a future.
“What does you girls today?” Sofiia questioned as she began to pick up the mess of breakfast. I glanced to Katya as I didn’t know the plans.
“I show Rae more of city,” Katya announced.
“Sightseeing, that sounds fun,” I mentioned before there was a knock at the door.
Sofiia stood from the table and left Katya and I in the kitchen as she went to get the front door. Only moments later she returned with a beautiful bouquet of red roses. It was at least two dozen roses and she brought them to the table, handing them to me.
“It seems you have delivery,” she commented as I took the bouquet into my hands and searched for the card, which I found right away and pulled it open.
Kisska,
I want to see tonight. I come for 8.
Always,
Alexei
I bit down hard on my lip. Alexei wanted to take me out, on a real date. I could say no, I could deny him as a date would imply we had a future, there was none. Though I knew I’d never deny him, I wanted to see him as much as I could. I didn’t come to Russia to fall for someone, but it happened, and there was no going back.
“Ohhh, Rae has date with Alexei,” Katya squealed in excitement as she snatched the card from my hands and read it. She did a little dance before giving it back to me. “I have never seen him this way, romantic and even with Ross, you did not have sweet love in eyes.”
“It’s different with him,” I said as I pressed my nose to one of the fresh roses and inhaled the sweet aroma it gave off.
A pit formed in my stomach, this wasn’t lasting, and everything in me wanted it to last. Swallowing down my impending tears, I stood from the table
and took my flowers with me down the hall to the small bedroom.
I placed the vase on the bedside table on my side of the bed and sat down. Alexei wasn’t like any man I’d ever been with before, and I didn’t know how I would let go when the time came.
“You love him,” Katya’s voice said from behind me. I turned around to face my best friend. A sadness was on her face as she fully entered the room and sat next to me on the bed. “I know what is like, being with person it will never last with.”
“When I’m with Alexei, I don’t have that pressure on my shoulders, and for once I feel understood,” I told her. “God, just the way he looks at me, I’ve wanted someone to look at me like that forever. I want to have that look every day, and I know it will only be for a couple more weeks.”
“Then you must love fuck out of him for two weeks. Enjoy the time. I have known you for many years now. You have always given me the advice. Now, I give the advice. I want you happy, and I like seeing you with the happy Alexei gives. I love seeing Alexei happy. Don’t think about when we leave, think about now.” Katya was wild, and she could be reckless, but when it came down to it, Katya made all the sense in the world.
At that moment, I made my decision, I was going to savor the time I had with my Russian prince, the man that finally saw me through my hard work and pain. I think he saw me because I saw him. I saw Alexei through the hard exterior he showed the world and I saw him through the protector and provider.
I couldn’t wait for my date. Katya and I had done a little bit of sightseeing and shopping before we headed back to the apartment, she was determined to get me ready for a night of whatever Alexei had planned.
I sat on the bed in my red and black fit and flare dress as I watched Katya get ready for her own evening with Igor. He’d texted her while we were out and expressed spending the evening with her. While I was dressed for a night on the town, possibly a romantic dinner, Katya was dressed for her dress to be taken off.
My best friend stood in a tight black dress that barely left room for breathing. Her blonde hair was curled and flowing down her back and her lips bright red. The girl knew how to dress for expecting hot sex.
Secretly, I knew my night with Alexei would likely end in screaming his name and feeling everything he could do to me. I was hooked on what he gave, and the love that came along with it made it explode into something beautiful that I couldn’t fully explain.
“Would you ever move back to Russia, to be with Igor?” I suddenly asked my friend as my mind wandered to her future rather than mine.
I knew Katya planned to make a life for herself in the US, but I also knew it was hard for her to be away from her family for such large lengths of time. If not for Igor, she’d move back for the rest of her family, but they also like my family wanted her to think of her dreams rather than them.
“I think about it,” she admitted to me as she turned and leaned against the vanity. “Igor has much problems, and those problems have broken us. We fight hard and makeup hard. I love him and I want life with him, but many times that life is a challenge. I’ve worked hard to make life in Seattle. I want the life I work for, but I want the man I know is the mate of my soul.”
I saw how much she cared for him in her eyes, I’d always seen that when she talked about him, but I’d also seen her when things went bad. When things did go bad, Katya was a mess, and one could only be a mess like that over their soulmate. I swallowed, I felt leaving Alexei would turn me into that same mess.
“I don’t know how to explain it, but I feel like something is wrong with me. In no way did I come here to find someone. I wanted a few weeks of not having the burden of three jobs and school on my shoulders. I wanted to explore the world, and I end up meeting someone who instantly took hold of my heartstrings. I could never leave my life at home behind, my mom and sister—I couldn’t, but Alexei’s presence challenges that,” I expressed as I looked up at Katya.
“That is love, wanting to give it all up and knowing the other person would never ask you to.” Katya gave me a huge grin as the doorbell rang.
I checked my phone, it was a couple minutes after eight, it could be Alexei.
“Katya!” Sofiia called from the front of the house. Apparently, it was Igor coming to get Katya for their night together.
The smile that spread across my best friend’s face showed exactly the night she expected. She wanted heat, I saw it burning in her eyes. With a wave to me, she plucked up her clutch and left me alone in the small bedroom, closing the door behind her.
My eyes periodically checked the clock on my cell phone. Time was ticking by without any sign of Alexei. Nine o’clock came, and there was still no sign of him, not a message or a phone call. Another hour ticked by and still I waited for him.
I snacked on a bag of potato chips that Katya and I had in our stash and sat cross legged on the bed with one of my textbooks as I felt the tingle of heartbreak. Had he actually stood me up?
As midnight rolled around, I gave up. I changed into my pajamas and decided to put it all behind me. I was foolish for thinking he actually wanted more from us than a hot hookup, I’d been duped. Sliding into bed, I hugged the pillow tight and fought the tears that tried to escape my eyes. I wouldn’t shed any tears over him, there was no reason to. I hadn’t known him that long and he wasn’t worth it. I told myself he wasn't worth it, but did I actually believe it? No.
My brain reasoned that he was only a fly by and nothing more. My heart, on the other hand, it burned and ached for Alexei, only Alexei, the man I’d found myself falling in love with, the one who stood me up.
Chapter 12
Alexei
A date, an actual date. I could never say I’d taken a girl on one, but I was determined with Rae. I wanted to show her a side that was softer than the man I showed in business and in the bedroom. I wanted to spoil her with wining and dining. Rae deserved the world. She spent her time working incredibly hard for everyone, but herself. Tonight, she would be pampered, and I would take care of her every need.
I buttoned up my dark purple shirt, I figured a little color was in order for the evening. I wasn’t a man for color, but Rae brought it out of me. I’d dug into the back of the closet for the eggplant button up my mother had gotten me. If I ran into her at the apartment, she would be pleased.
Leaving the penthouse apartment behind, I took the elevator down to the club that was in full swing. No matter the night of the week, my club was the place to be. Though tonight, I wouldn’t be at the club and would leave my top manager in charge for the night, something I rarely did, but I had someone special to care for.
I lit a cigarette the moment I stepped outside into the frosted air and began towards the entrance of my private garage. Taking a deep drag of smoke, I savored in the moment of the nicotine. I knew it was a bad habit and I knew I should quit, but it wasn’t the night for it as of yet.
My hand reached into my pocket to find the key when I heard the sound of a car pealing out. I shot up my head to blinding headlights coming my way. I pressed into the side of the building to let the car pass, which it did, but barely. It came to a sudden stop once it passed and two men got out. I didn’t know why, but I didn’t pay them any attention and went back to my task of opening the door when—BAM!
I was hit over the head, knocking my senses away from me, yet leaving me conscious. A cloth bag was thrown over my head and my arms wrenched behind my back and ziptied.
I’d been caught completely off my guard, the one night I didn’t have my gun on me and was preoccupied with other thoughts.
My body was thrown into the trunk of the car, and the car pulled sharply out of the alley, sending my large body to press to the metal of the small European trunk. I tried to make out the voices in the front of the car as it sped along the streets of St. Petersburg, though the bouncing of the car and the loud music blasting kept me from doing so.
“Fuck,” I grunted as I tried to maneuver my body, but being such a large man in a small spa
ce was making it nearly impossible.
The amount of time that passed was unknown to me, with the soreness in my limbs, I felt like we were driving for hours, which could have been possible. It was a common tactic we would use, drive around, even in the same city for hours to disorient the victim to where they were.
My phone had been in my pocket, but I no longer felt it near, they must have taken it when they grabbed me. I knew Rae was waiting for me, my beautiful girl that I might never see again after I faced my fate.
Closing my eyes, I thought of her, my lady, her sultry brown eyes, plump lips, soft brown skin, and the biggest heart of anyone I’d ever met. She’d drawn me in with her beauty and tied me down with her soul.
The car abruptly stopped, the motor cut, and the music stopped. I tuned into the voices—three men at least. One of them sounded like Mikayel, an old associate of mine in the family. It would only be them, Vadim and his band of thugs.
It was funny, I was once one of those thugs, going around Russia, doing his bidding. Times had changed and I no longer saw myself as an asset to him. I had a future outside of taking lives for money and revolting pride.
With a pop, the trunk opened, the cold air rushed in, and hands grabbed me. I wasn’t going to fight, at least not yet. I would wait and see what the hell they thought they were doing by kidnapping me. Vadim was desperate, he knew better than to mess with me. Whoever this guy was he needed dead, had Vadim spooked.
They put me to my feet, not trying to carry me the entire way. My ears picked up on the sound of water, of course, they had no originality and had taken me to the docks, where Vadim usually kept his setup and warehouse.
