The Russian Billionaire: A Romantic Suspense Novel

by Georgia Le Carre

  The conversation is a surreal affair. He behaves as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened, but I cannot forget how quickly and frighteningly intense his eyes became in a fraction of a second. There is more, much more to him than he shows the world.

  What secret is he hiding? He said he would tell me when we get to his house and I will just have to be patient until then.

  The food arrives quickly. Since the establishment bears all the marks of a pretentious nouvelle cuisine restaurant, I expected the overpriced food to come in tiny portions with weird tasting ingredients, but I am surprised by how totally yummy my pickled green papaya and smoked duck are. And they are not small either.

  I lean back on the chair replete. “What’s next on the agenda?”

  “I believe you wanted a ride on an open-top bus, didn’t you?”

  “Yeah, but I don’t really want to go on my own so I’ve given up on the idea. If I come back I’ll do it.”

  “I’m coming with you.”

  My eyes widen with surprise. “You’ll come with me on a bus?”

  “Well, sort of.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “Come, I’ll show you.” We walk out of the door, cross the road and go into the building opposite. A man sitting at the reception nods respectfully at him. There is an elevator at the foyer which we enter.

  “Where are we going?” I ask.

  “Patience, Raine,” he teases.

  The elevator doors swish open and we get out to a narrow space with a set of stairs. We walk up the stairs together, he opens a fire door and I step out onto the roof of the building. There is a helicopter waiting on a helipad.

  “We’re going in that?” I scream, my voice full of excitement.

  He smiles at me, a smile of indulgence and pleasure, like a father who presents his daughter with her first bicycle. “Yes.”

  “Wow, This is so ah-ma-zing,” I gush.

  Then the pilot starts the chopper’s engine, the blades start moving, wind whips my hair into my face and eyes, and the air fills with the sound of the engine. With a laugh of pure joy, I tuck my head down, and hand in hand we run towards the chopper like children on the way to a fabulous adventure.

  The trip is the best thing that has ever happened in my life, oh wait, after the sex that is. The sex with Konstantin Tsarnov is obviously and definitely the best, but this is a close second.

  Raine

  By the time we arrive back at the hotel my body is pulsing for him. The need is so powerful I can hardly keep my hands off him in the old-fashioned elevator. As soon as we get to the suite, he slams the door with his foot and crushes me to him. I wrap my arms around him.

  “What do you want me to do to you?” he asks, his voice deep and hungry in my ear.

  My mind spins with the possibilities. I don’t even know where to start. “Anything,” I breathe.

  He cups my pussy with the palm of his hand. I moan and try to grind down against him, to find some kind of relief, but he moves his hand away. He wants me to suffer. And I am suffering. Then he scoops me into his arms and strides to the bed, where he drops me unceremoniously, then starts pulling all my clothes off. First my jeans get yanked off, then my blouse is ripped open so roughly, buttons fly off. My bra offers no resistance and the slip of lace covering my sex tears away easily. Stark naked I stare up at him. Wanting whatever he wants. Ready for whatever he plans to do to me.

  He grabs my ankles and opens my legs wide.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growls, as if looking at my wet pussy is driving him crazy. “But I’m going to make you drip even more. Get on your hands and knees.”

  I obey instantly, my palms spread out on the cool bed sheets, my ass facing him.

  I feel his warm hands on my ass cheeks. Slowly he spreads them, letting out a soft groan as he does so. “Fuck, you look good like this.”

  Knowing how much just the sight of my ass is turning him on sends another surge of desire through my body. My pussy aches for attention. I feel his hot breath on my virgin ass, and then, he leans forward and licks my ass.

  “Oh God…” I groan loudly. This is so damn hot.

  “You are so fucking sexy, so fucking sexy,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my skin.

  He flicks his tongue around me, moving slow; his tongue is warm and soft. He slides a hand under my stomach and, holding me in place, moves his other hand between my legs. He finds my clit and presses his flattened fingers lightly on my painfully over sensitized clitoris and starts massaging me softly.

  My mouth drops open and my hands clench the sheets.

  Holy shit. I’m still struggling to believe that this is really happening to me. I feel as if I am going to shatter.

  “Oh yes,” I gasp.

  “You know tonight, I’m going to fill this ass with my cock, don’t you?” he whispers.

  “Yes,” I groan, as my pussy juices drip down my thighs.

  He dives back in, licking and probing me gently with his tongue like he can’t get enough of me. I give up trying to do anything but enjoy this… this experience. Wow, he’s so good at this. He massages my clit a little harder than before, and I let out a loud, guttural groan of pleasure, and he attacks me with more intent than before, reacting to me, responding to how much I love his mouth on me. I’m so close to climax.

  “Are you going to come for me?” he asks.

  “Yes, yes,” I gasp, grinding myself frantically against his hand. He sinks his fingers into my pussy and that’s all I need to push me over the edge.

  “Fuck!” I cry, the word bursting forth from me before I can stop it. Not that I want to. My pussy clenches hard and my back arches as my orgasm tears through me.

  He drags his large hands down my sides and, cupping my breasts, tweaks the nipples between his thumb and forefinger, then pinches them. Hard. That draws a gasp from between my lips.

  “I need to fuck you,” he says suddenly, his voice thick with lust.

  He strips quickly and while he grabs a condom from the bedside table and rolls it onto him, I check out his gorgeous body. I gaze hungrily at his muscles perfectly sculpted. His body is taut and lean where mine is soft and full of curves.

  He grabs my hips and I feel his cock head pushing up against the entrance of my wet, ready slit. Part of me wants him to slam the thick shaft into me. But another part of me wants to take my time, make this slow, savor every second.

  His big cock stretches and fills me. It feels amazing. I know, I am forever ruined for any other man. I turn slightly to look at him and he is gritting his teeth, like he’s trying to keep from coming right then and there. I love the effect I have on him. There’s something intoxicating about knowing that he’s so into me he has to fight not to lose control.

  “You look fucking incredible,” he growls, as he begins to slam into me.

  His thrusts are so strong I have to clench the sheets so I don’t get thrown across the bed. His cock is deeper in me than it ever has been before.

  I press against him to take him even deeper. He tips his head back, jaw clenching once more. I can tell he’s getting close.

  I don’t take my eyes from his face. I want to see this, to watch him give in to how much he wants me. I feel my pussy clenching once more, tightening around his cock, and to my surprise realize that I, too, am close again. I reach up and run my hands over his body, forcing myself to remember this moment, this feeling.

  “Fuck …” He roars as he thrusts himself into me, deep and hard, one last time.

  He comes hard, his body shaking, and moments later I follow him into the abyss, every inch of me trembling with pleasure as my second orgasm explodes in me.

  He slowly pulls out and disposes of the condom, before crashing back down on the bed next to me.

  “Now come sit on my face,” he orders.

  I hesitate for a second, surprised that he wouldn’t want to rest for a bit then, dizzy with lust, I crawl up to his face and put my wet, swollen pussy on his hot mouth.
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  And all thoughts of visiting the Tower of London and the Dungeon are forgotten.

  Gone.

  Obliterated.

  Kaput.

  Raine

  I see the creatures after we drive into the long driveway of Huntington Manor. They are quite a distance away and they are peacefully grazing. At first I think I must be dreaming because they are like something from a fairytale. Two horses, one pure gold and another the color of champagne, but in the evening light they are glowing as if they are made from burnished metal, and yet, they are moving and moving so fluidly and elegantly, they cannot possibly be mechanical horses.

  “Wow! Are those special horses? I have never seen anything like them before.”

  “They are a wild Turkmen horse breed. They’re called Akhal-Teke, but because of their shiny coats they are more often referred to as Golden Horses.”

  “They are tame. Can I ride one of them?”

  “Those two are not suitable for you, but I have a placid mare that you will love.”

  I turn to look at him. “What makes you think I need a placid mare?”

  He holds his hands up. “Don’t bite my head off. I’d just rather be safe than sorry.”

  “I’ll have you know when I was a kid I used to ride a horse without a saddle.”

  He laughs. “Somehow I can imagine that.”

  Then the car pulls up to a massive house made of gray and white stone. Six thick, tall Greek style pillars adorn the front of the house. A man dressed like a traditional butler is already waiting at the top of the stairs. He looks the way I have always imagined a butler would. He has expressive, pale blue eyes, and to my amusement even his name is James.

  He greets us with warm, lemon scented towels. He tells us there is a jug of Pimms and fruit waiting for us on the South terrace. Konstantin thanks him, then sends him away on an errand, and we are alone again.

  “Wow, the way you live,” I whisper.

  “Do you have your cellphone on you?”

  “Yes.”

  He takes a pen out of his jacket pocket and drops it on the stone floor.

  “What are you doing?’ I ask confused.

  “Can you unlock your phone and give it to me?”

  I’m surprised, but I take my phone out of my purse and hand it over to him. He takes it from me and I see his fingers move with lightning speed on my screen. Then he hands the phone back to me.

  “Read it,” he instructs.

  I start reading and a frown appears on my face. I look up at him. “What is going on?”

  “Continue reading,” he says softly.

  So I continue reading. I am reading the exact transcript of our conversation. I scroll upwards and everything we said in the car is there. The transcript actually ends with the sentence that actually makes my skin crawl.

  Pen drops on hard floor.

  I look up at him. “What is this?”

  He shrugs. “Your phone is listening to you. Everything you say and what others say in your presence is recorded forever. It’s all there if you know how to look for it.”

  I gaze at him in confusion. “I don’t understand. Are you saying somebody has tapped my phone?”

  “No, everyone’s smart phone is recording them twenty-four seven.”

  “But how did it know that you dropped a pen on a hard floor?” I ask still in disbelief.

  “The AI has accumulated so much data and become so advanced it is now able to distinguish the different sounds.”

  I take a deep breath. Wow, I will never feel the same about my phone again. It is not just tracking my location, which I knew about and dismissed as a necessary evil, but its actually spying on my private life. “Why did you show me this?”

  “Because I’m going to have to ask you to put your phone into a Faraday cage while you remain in this house.”

  “Oh, but I’m expecting my mom to Skype me.”

  “We have landline telephones in many parts of the house and a computer room if you prefer to speak on video chat.”

  Silently, I hand the phone to him. We go into the foyer and it is made of pure white marble. It is breathtakingly beautiful. The graceful curved staircase has a deep red runner carpet. He puts both our phones into a metal cabinet hidden away inside an antique mini cupboard.

  “Tell me about the USB stick Lana gave you,” I say.

  “I cannot tell you anything about that, Raine. It is a secret project. In fact, I would have preferred it if you had not seen the stick at all. The less you know the safer it is for you.”

  I nod. “Okay, I understand. Let’s just say I never saw anything.”

  He smiles slowly. “Thank you. One day I will tell you.”

  I smile back. I think I’m falling for this guy. He is everything I dreamed about in a man.

  “Shall we go have a drink on the terrace?”

  He holds out his elbow and I slip my hand through it.

  “After our drink I need to make some calls so you can roam the house or take a walk on the grounds. It is very beautiful at this time of the year. And after that you are learning to drive my lambo.”

  “What?” I splutter.

  He looks down at me, an amused quirk to his mouth. “Don’t you want to?”

  “Hell, yeah.”

  Raine

  If Konstantin thought I was going to be afraid of driving his matt black Lamborghini he had another think coming. I stepped on the gas and gave him the shock of his life. I had to laugh at his expression. I’m not afraid of big monster vehicles. When I was twelve my granddad let me drive his tractor. Once I knew pressing the button lightly kept the car running at a subtle noise decibel, but pressing it hard made the car roar like a beast. I pressed it hard and went screaming down all kinds of country lanes.

  When we stopped at a deserted field, he pulled me out of the car and couldn’t wait to have his way with me. I will never again look at the image of an English countryside without feeling the grass on my knees and palms, my eyes turned up towards a clear blue sky, the sound of crows cawing in the distance, the smell of hot soil in my nose, and Konstantin’s hand pulling my hair, and his hard, hot cock thrusting urgently into my body. Again and again and again.

  That was two hours ago. Now I stand in front of the mirror in my beautiful new blue dress. Gingerly, I touch a tendril of hair that has already escaped the complicated French plait that I unsuccessfully tried to put it into.

  With a sigh I pull the whole thing down, brush it all out, then make my way down the stairs. I do not know where Konstantin’s room is. I am in a very feminine guest bedroom decorated in shades of cream and rose.

  As I walk down the red runner carpet I wonder about Konstantin. He seems to need his space and privacy. Even at the hotel, it was perfectly clear even though he never said it aloud, that we both had separate rooms, separate bathrooms.

  I wander into the truly massive living room. The ceilings are at least twenty feet high and the walls are thick and intricately carved. There are two large fireplaces. A grand piano sits in one end of the room. It faces tall windows that look onto acres of green landscape. For someone who lives in New York it is a truly unusual sight. I grew up on a farm but the grass was never this green.

  Konstantin has not come down yet and I walk over to the open doors. Evening sunlight touches my skin, warming me. I hear a sound behind me and turn.

  Konstantin stops walking and stares at me.

  “What is it?”

  “Wow, you look amazing standing there in the sunlight.” He comes closer and touches my hair. “Your hair is like gold. You looked like an angel just now.”

  I lick my bottom lip.

  He reaches out a hand and touches it. “I’m invited to a pool party at the home of the Crown Prince of UAE. Do you want to go see how the truly rich party, or do you want to stay and have dinner here?”

  “Stay and have dinner here with you,” I say immediately.

  “It’ll be something you’ve never done before.”

  “
Staying here and having dinner with you will be something I’ve never done before.”

  “Okay. We’ll go to bed early. I like to ride before the sun gets too hot.”

  “Yeah, let’s go to bed like really early,” I say with a grin.

  “Your eyes are amazing. So blue… like wet jewels,” he says softly.

  “I was thinking the same thing about yours,” I tease.

  James appears with a tray of two champagne glasses. He withdraws as unobtrusively as he arrived. We sit in the light from the dying sun, drink our champagne and talk.

  “So… how does a self-confessed nerd become a billionaire?”

  He leans back and closes his eyes. “I’m a hacker and a coder. A very brilliant hacker and coder. I put together a currency platform that’s worth billions.”

  “I saw the photo of you and Putin. Is he your friend?”

  He opens his eyes and looks at me. “Look, Raine. I don’t want to talk to you about my work. I want to keep you protected. The less you know the safer you will be.”

  I swallow the mouthful of champagne, and mumble, “Okay. I understand.”

  “Tell me about you?” he invites.

  So I tell him about my life, the two jobs, my mother, my sister, the apartment we live in, the gratitude we feel because my sister is still alive. He asks about my childhood and my voice becomes far away and distant when I remember how happy our lives were, while my father was still alive. We had prize winning goats, hens, a cow and some pigs. My mother grew her own vegetables and my father cultivated corn. We went to bed early and were up at the crack of dawn, and we worked all the hours that God sent. There was so much to do, but the air was clean, we kept close bonds with the rest of the farming community, and we were always happy.

  He leans forward eagerly. “Tell me more about this farm. What kinds of things did you do?”