“You should see the view from the living room, Raeva,” he says, smiling. “At night it is quite breathtaking…almost as breathtaking as you.”
He takes my hand and brings it to his perfect lips for a kiss as he pulls me further into the foyer. Mika gives me the grand tour of the suite, which is quite spacious. It houses an entertainment room with a large flat screen television on the wall. Larger than any I’ve ever seen is a living room that is grand and cozy at the same time. The room has wraparound, floor to ceiling windows that reveal a spectacular view of Osaka. There’s also a state of the art kitchen, complete with a breakfast bar and dining room, which is separated from the living room by a large fireplace.
The master bedroom has a large walk-in closet filled with clothes, one side with male clothes and the other half with female clothes, that leads to the master bathroom. Just as the plane was, it is fully stocked with all my cosmetics. I’m not sure what to make of that. While I may have held my tongue in the plane, I am dying to know. Does he just have random clothes for the bevy of beauties he’s been seen parading around? The thought turns my stomach. It seems silly; I know he has been around the block quite a few more times than myself, but I hate to be one of many, just another notch in his bedpost.
I take a deep breath and, as calmly as I can muster up, I ask, “Mika, whose clothes are in the closet?”
Mika meets my questioning gaze, his expression almost disgruntled.
“Now why would you even wonder about that? They are yours, of course, baby.”
I look at him, confusion coursing through me.
“Mine? When? How? Why?”
Mika takes a step toward me.
“I’ve had all of my properties outfitted with clothes and necessities for you. We can add more as time goes by, but for now it is just the basics as that is all I’ve had time to prepare on short notice.”
I don’t know how to react to this. He gives his explanation as if it is the most normal thing in the world. He must take the look on my face as a cue to further elaborate. He continues. “As for how? Money can make things happen fast, Sweet Pea. It just takes a phone call…”
Mika takes another step toward me, closing the distance between us.
“As for why? Because you are mine now and I want you everywhere I go. I want you to feel at home and have your own things wherever we go.”
My mind is swirling with questions.
“Mika, how is it that the bathroom is stocked with all my usual cosmetics? How did…” I wave my hands around, “whoever did this even know what I use?”
He looks at me sheepishly before he smirks.
“I took some pictures in your bathroom with my cell the other night.”
I’m overwhelmed. That isn’t normal, right? I am somewhere between being freaked out and extremely pleased.
“And the clothes? How do you even know my size?”
Mika pulls me into his arms. He takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger and forces me to look him in the eye.
“Raeva, I’ve had my hands all over your body. My mouth has explored every inch of your skin. Believe me when I say that I am very familiar with your body and what size it is. I had my assistant Ellie arrange the clothes. I imagine she used a personal shopper.”
He leans in and gently kisses me. I force myself not to get sucked into the kiss and pull myself away.
“Mika…”
He places a finger upon my lips to silence me.
“I am not an indecisive man, Raeva. Once I decide on something, I commit fully and entirely. I have decided I want you in my life. I want you to know how serious I am about making us work. That I want you in my life. That I want you to be wherever I am.”
And there you have it. I should be freaked out. I should be concerned about this behavior and run for the hills. Instead I feel myself melting at his words, complete putty in his hands. I feel cherished and important to him. Yes, the man overwhelms me. I feel like I’m drowning in the ocean that is this man. But right now…right now I’ve decided to happily do so. I pull Mika closer, our noses touching.
“Thank you, Mika,” I whisper. “Where have you been all my life?”
Our eyes lock and I feel the pull, the same one I’ve felt since the very first time I laid eyes on him, as if his soul spoke directly to mine.
“With all the wrong women.”
Our lips meet in a soft and gentle kiss. The heat turns up fast and before I know it, clothes are being ripped off and flying unceremoniously around our heads. Soon we are both completely naked and, for the first time in my life, I feel one hundred percent unashamed. In fact, in his presence, I feel beautiful… wanted… adored. Mika Kingsley brings out parts of me I never knew existed.
“Fuck, I don’t think I’ll ever have my fill of you,” Mika growls. “You are perfection, Raeva. Made for me and only me.”
I moan as his tongue trails my neck. He kisses, licks, and nips his way down to my breasts. My nipples are rock hard by the time he takes one in his mouth.
“Mika,” I gasp.
He grabs my ass and urges me to wrap my legs around his waist. He walks us into the living area and all the way to the to the windows. He lowers me until my feet touch the floor.
“Turn around, sweetheart,” he says hoarsely.
I oblige and my breath catches as I see the beautiful view before me. I look upon the city lights, the mountains in the distance. My body shivers as his hands trail across my body. My breasts are pushed up against the cool glass. I see his face in the window’s reflection. One look into his eyes, even from just a reflection, and I melt away. He takes my arms, lifts them above my head, and places my palms flat against the window. His mouth is mere inches from my ear.
“I’m going to fuck you, Raeva. Hard. And Fast. And when my cock is deep inside of you, as deep as I can possibly get, I want you to look upon this incredible view. I want you to see that I am laying my world at your feet. I want you to feel that I am yours, and everything that I own, everything that is me, is yours. Just like you are mine, Raeva. Every last inch of you.”
His hands slide to my hips and he positions his hard cock at my soaking wet entrance. I feel his thickness entering me and when he has filled me to the hilt I moan loudly.
“Feel me, Sweet Pea,” he growls. “Feel how hard I am for you. Feel everything that you are to me.”
He pounds into me with wild abandon and I meet him, thrust for thrust, pushing my core against him and moaning incoherent phrases as he continues to hammer into me. His hands are gripping my hips, holding me in place. He feels deep and I love the feel of him inside me. His mouth finds my neck and is kissing, sucking, and nibbling.
“You are it for me, Raeva,” he says, almost sounding pained. “There is no going back.”
I’m looking upon the magnificent panorama displayed before me. That, combined with the feeling of him inside me and the declarations he is making, heightens the waves of euphoria crashing through me.
“Yes, baby, come for me.”
Just like that, my eyes find his in the reflection of the window. Our gazes lock and the combination of the sheer power and dominance that pours from his body and the feral, hungry look in his eyes sends me over the edge. A feeling of euphoria and a tinge of fear surges through me from the tips of my toes and my body explodes. I can barely feel my legs. If not for his iron grip on me I am sure I would collapse onto the floor. Mika is still chasing his own release as I try to catch my breath. His grip on me tightens and he moans my name loudly as he spills his seed deep into the center of me. He gathers me up into his arms and we crash on to the couch, exhausted yet content.
“Welcome to Osaka, Raeva,” Mika whispers.
For a fraction of a moment I wake up disorientated. The room is devoid of any light and if it wasn’t for the silvery moonlight, which is bathing us in a surprisingly bright glow, I would be as blind as a bat. My arms are wrapped around the sexy little goddess that is draped across my body. She’s slumbering peacefully
and my gaze lands on her beautiful face. Raeva looks impossibly perfect right now. We are still on the couch and although it should be very uncomfortable, it feels…right. It feels like home. The thought is oddly enough agreeable to me. As my mind starts to make peace with the realization that I am actually inviting this— wanting her in my life, needing her in my life—another realization hits me and my throat starts to close up. I have finally found her and the very few things in my life that are beyond my control can rip her away from me. I won’t let that happen. I refuse to lose her now. My fingers seem to have a mind of their own as they run through her silky locks. I manage to reluctantly ease off the couch and take her with me, cradling her body against me. I carry her to the master bedroom and crawl into the very large, very inviting king size bed. The cool sheets cause her to stir.
“Shhhh,” I soothe. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart,” I whisper as I pull her closer against me.
She sounds vexed as she grumbles something incoherent. I chuckle and kiss the top of her head.
“My little grumpy woman.”
She sighs softly and a ghost of a smile appears on her face. I gently kiss the corner of her plump lips and she snuggles into me, causing me to feel the now familiar tightening in my chest. I am running out of time. I stare at the ceiling. Fuck. I must lay all my cards on the table and I have no goddamned idea where or how to start and that, that is a foreign feeling to me. This woman has me turned inside out.
I can walk into any boardroom, any meeting, with a confidence that emanates from the tips of my toes. There isn’t a problem that I do not blow to pieces, a business deal I cannot turn in my favor, or a situation I cannot mold into fitting my master plan. Yet this woman in my bed, the perfect little angel in my arms, has me by the balls. She has no idea what the hell she means to me. She has no idea what the hell she’s walked into and fuck if she doesn’t deserve better but I am a selfish man. I’ll never deny that. I want her and need her by my side and will do just about anything for her, anything except let her go. I tug her closer to me and my mind drifts to the moment I knew that she was supposed to be mine.
I got the text thirty minutes ago. I was in the middle of a late business dinner. Usually I don’t even glance at my phone during a business meeting, especially not one as important as this one, but ever since I laid eyes on her four days ago, I’ve been trying to find out about her. The more I learn, the more I need to know. People who know me—granted there are very few—will tell you that I am tenacious once I set my mind on something. Yet... this feels different. It feels as if I have no choice in the matter. So tonight, when the text came that she is at some bar with her friends celebrating the fact that she passed her boards, I don’t know what the fuck came over me but the urge to see her, to share this moment with her, overwhelmed me. I got out of there as fast as I could. Don’t get me wrong, I sealed the deal first. Shit, I’m not a moron, but it lacked my usual finesse.
Now I feel a little creepy, sitting alone in the back of some bar as I nurse a Macallan while hiding behind a wall of people. Still, I’ve made sure I can see her from the booth I’m sitting in. She is sitting with some of her friends at one of the small round tables in front of the stage, downing shots of what I am guessing is tequila. I ask myself, not for the first time since I’ve been here, what the hell I’m doing here. I’m just here to have a quick drink, I try and tell myself, even though I know I’m full of shit. I scoot a little to get her in my line of sight. Some guy is murdering a perfectly good song on that stage, almost ruining this moment for me. At least the live band is mostly drowning him out. All I can see from here is her back. Her beautiful dark hair in a messy bun, showing off her slender neck. Sweet Jesus how I want to put my mouth on that neck…sink my teeth in it…stroke my tongue across the sensitive flesh.
What. The. Fuck.
I’m transfixed on the table. She throws her head back as she laughs. She turns to face her friend, her hand flying to her gorgeous chest. I can’t believe I am thrilled to get to see just the side of her face. It’s then I notice her outfit and I frown. She’s wearing a dress that is just a little too frumpy, which makes it hard to tell what she looks like under there, and a pair of high-heeled cowboy boots finishes off the outfit. There isn’t anything wrong with her clothes per se. She looks beautiful but she deserves the best of the best, not these cheap frocks. And on second thought, maybe for now while she isn’t mine yet, it is better this way. I’m lost in thought when I hear her name being called over the microphone. My head swivels toward the stage where her friend is standing, a microphone in hand.
“So you guys…” she slurs. “My bestest friend…my person…has passed her damn nursing boards!” She looks into the crowd and the room starts applauding before she continues. “But not only is this sexy little thing now officially a damn good nurse, this bitch can SANG,” she drawls and then grins brightly. “And we all need her to get her gorgeous ass on this stage so she can grace us with a song! Rae, get your amazing ass up here!”
Raeva is glaring at her friend while shaking her head, who is smiling broadly and holding her hands up. The rest of her friends whoop and holler and encourage her to take the stage. She walks up to the stage, taking the steps gracefully. I take a swig of my whiskey, the amber liquid burning its way down my throat smoothly. She walks over to the guy who is sitting behind the piano and whispers in his ear. I feel a pang of jealousy wash over me. That fucker is too close to her. Get it together, Kingsley. He smiles wide and nods, then rises and walks over to the band to instruct them. Raeva walks over to the front of the stage where the microphone is. She takes it off the stand and brings it to her mouth.
“So…yeah. Hi” She giggles. “Well, my ex—” she emphasizes the word as she points an accusing finger, “friends over there requested that I sing this song. So here goes.”
She winks and as she does the bass starts playing. She slowly sways her hips to the beat and the words start rolling from her lips, wrapping around me like soft silk. She is standing on that stage in her frumpy dress singing the lustful lyrics of the song “Fever” and I swear to god, I’ve never seen anything sexier in my life. I’m mesmerized by her voice, the way her body moves to the beat, and the expression on her face as she sings the words as if she is feeling them. Without her even being aware of it, this siren’s song suddenly has me—all of me—mind, body, and soul, and they’re all reacting to her husky tone and enchanting movements. Who is this sorceress who has cast this spell on me? On me, for God’s sake! This doesn’t happen. I don’t ever get affected by some mere slip of a girl this way and yet I can feel the burning fire she’s stoking with each passing second and with every note about to ignite out of control inside of me. I realize that for the first time in my adult life I’m as hard as a rock just by looking at someone from across a crowded room. She’s not just somebody though. She’s a goddess and I must get closer to her. Straining in my pants, throbbing actually, a certain part of my anatomy is literally begging to be set free from the confinement of my pants. I throw back the rest of my Macallan and stand to get closer to this gorgeous creature. I am so hard it is almost too uncomfortable to walk but I need to get closer. I make my way to the side of the stage, not taking my eyes off of her once. Now that I am this close I can finally see her properly. Fuck me, she is even more stunning than I remember. Her dark eyes are glowing, exuding mystery and sex. She croons the sexy lyrics and I imagine her singing about me. I focus on that mouth of hers and images of her on her knees with her lips wrapped around my member invades my brain. My breath catches in my throat. Her voice is drawing me in as if she is singing on a wavelength that is directly connected to the depth of my soul and to my dick at the same time. I want to give her that fever. I want to give her that lovely way to burn. I want her. Every single part of me wants to show her just how feverish I can make her feel. I feel like I’m a caveman wanting to drag her by her hair to my cave. I want to cherish her, worship her, and make her mine. Possessiveness takes over and my brain st
arts formulating a plan.
One of the hardest things to do is to start a conversation that you know you must have but dread with every fiber of your being. What is the best way? Do you try and set up a segue? Or do you just come out and say it?
I grimace as I recall the headline on that wretched newspaper.
‘Like father, like son?’
Hell, I am a lot of things. I can be an asshole. I can be ruthless. I can be a whole bunch of fucking things but I’m sure as hell not a goddamned thing like that twisted son of a bitch. I’m extremely grateful that Mikaela doesn’t have to deal with this. Don’t get me wrong, I’d give just about anything for her to wake up, but sparing her this bullshit is at least a silver lining. Which brings me to Raeva. How am I going to explain this all to her? I don’t want her anywhere near that crap but that option has been taken off the table. My story is ugly, my past is ugly, and I am not sure if I want to fill her head with this much ugly. Unfortunately, time is about to run out on me and it is time to spill the beans.
I feel myself being pulled from my slumber and I resent it. I was having the most amazing dream and, quite frankly, I am not ready to wake up. Memories of last night start floating behind my closed eyelids and I feel my lips tug into a smile as I remember exactly where I am. I reach next to me, my hands sliding across cold, silky soft sheets. I open my eyes just a fraction and peek through my eyelids. My sneaky gaze lands upon the incredibly delicious sight of Mika, freshly showered and buttoning his dress shirt. That man sure knows how to fill out a suit. Good God, he should come with a health warning because my heart is literally on overdrive, beating in my throat instead of my chest cavity. I open my eyes completely and my gaze roams over every inch of him. When my eyes land on his face, I see him regarding me with a look of adoration in his eyes and a crooked smile curving his perfect mouth. He very slowly stalks toward me, his eyes locked on mine. I surprise myself as I marvel at the fact that his saunter is almost predatory. He’s coming for me, and part of me—a small, but very present part—feels small tingles of fear. Instead of frightening me, those vibrations surge through me like a siren’s song. The mattress dips as his knee lands right next to me on the bed. His hand cups the back of my neck as he pulls me toward him, his mouth finding mine, deliberate and forceful, yet with a touch of tenderness that melts me. He groans into my mouth.
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