Sweetest Kisses

by Goode, Ella

  Trying to help her, I reply, “I know that you like me. Do not worry.”

  “Do not worry?” she yelps, not sounding at all pleased. “Why would you assume I like you”—she waves her hand again—“other than the kissing?”

  The kissing is the most obvious evidence of her desire for me, but I concede to her demands because my little kitten should always be made happy. I give her the other, obvious, explanation. “Because you’re mine.”

  “How am I yours?”

  “You wear my necklace.” I point to her chest where the diamond pendant hides under the plain white blouse she has on. “And because fate has deemed it so.”

  The doors open and I give her a nudge to start walking.

  “I don’t believe in fate,” she declares as we move toward the suite.

  “It does not matter if you believe or you do not. Fate happens regardless. You were meant to be mine and now all that is left is for me to claim you.” I push the door open and wait for her to step inside.

  “You’ve already put the collar around me,” she mutters quietly. “What more can you do?”

  I put my hands on her shoulders. “I have yet to have my cock inside your cunt.”

  Just saying those words out loud makes me instantly hard. Her mouth falls open. I take advantage of her surprise by capturing her mouth, tonguing her hard until her knees weaken and her fingers dig into my biceps, grappling for balance. I allow her to find none. With our mouths still fused together, I lift her off the floor and carry her over to the table in the entryway. The floral arrangement is sent crashing to the floor. I set her down on the table, release her mouth and sink to my knees.

  “What are you doing now?” she pants.

  I part her legs. “Laying claim to what is mine.”

  Chapter 6

  Violet

  This is crazy, I think as I part my legs more to make sure Victor has all the room he needs. Everything I should be worried about flies out the window and there is only this giant man on his knees in front of me claiming that I’m his. His dirty talk about having his cock inside of me has already made me wet for him, my body silently begging for what my mouth can’t say. I feel his warm breath and soft kisses trailing up my leg toward his ultimate goal. Me.

  “Come forward, Kotyonok. Bring your sweet little pussy closer to my face.” Even though I can feel myself blush, I do as he asks. I slide down on the table, allowing Victor to be closer to me. I give myself over to the pleasure I know he is going to give me. He takes a breath in and lets out a deep groan.

  “I think you more than like me, little kitten.” I’m not sure if he’s talking to me or my vagina but a soft moan comes from me. I lift my hips, trying to get him to give me what I need. He plants kisses on top of my panties before he begins to pull them down. I lift my hips for him without hesitation. My whole body is a buzz. I have to fight not to wiggle. My hands try to find something to hold on to. I feel like I might need to brace myself. “Grab me,” Victor tells me. I’m starting to think the man is really in my head. That’s exactly what I do as I feel the first lick of his tongue on my cunt.

  My fingers grasp his hair as he eats me as though he’s been starved for days. Each lick and suck brings me closer to orgasm. The sight of him devouring me is almost as satisfying as the actual act of him doing it. I feel him suck my little nub harder, sending me right over the edge. My vision blurs as the orgasm shoots through me. I scream his name as I grind myself into his face. My body goes limp and I lie with my eyes closed for a moment. His mouth brushes my thigh as he nibbles at me gently.

  “Kotyonok.” My eyes flutter open at the sound of his voice. He licks his lips, which are wet from the pleasure he’s given me. “Do you want another?” He kisses my clit, making my whole body jerk. He smirks against me. I simply nod my head yes, unable to form any sort of words at this point. Victor doesn’t hesitate. He never does when it comes to me. He’s always putting me first. It’s something I’ve quickly noticed about him in our short time together. Maybe being his wouldn’t be so bad. To be someone’s first priority is something I’ve never had before.

  He slowly pushes a finger inside of me as he works me with his tongue. My body clenches around it, loving the feeling. I grasp hold of the necklace he adorned me with as I once again climax for him. When my eyes open this time, Victor is standing, focused on where my hand is touching the pendant. He unbuckles his belt, unzips his pants and takes his rock hard cock out. My eyes go wide at the sight of it. How will that ever fit inside of me?

  “You like your necklace, Kotyonok. You hold it as I bring you pleasure. I will not take your little pussy today but I need to mark you further.” Claim me, he said before. My eyes are focused on his hand as he begins to stroke himself. Each stroke has my body yearning for him to be inside of me. My sex clenches thinking about how full he’d make me. I reach for him but he does not allow me to touch him where I want. His free hand that’s not stroking himself grabs mine, our fingers locking together in a tight hold. His breathing becomes labored as his movements become faster. He groans as I watch his seed spill out onto my bare sex. I don’t know why that’s so hot but it is. His warm cum coating me in my most intimate of places. His mouth has been there before too.

  “You really did claim me, didn't you?” I look up from where he’s marked me.

  “I always do what I say I’m going to.” His hand that’s holding mine moves. I let out a small gasp as he uses my own fingers to rub his cum into my skin, coating me in him. “Push some inside,” he tells me. I moan. My body does his bidding as I slip a finger into myself. Victor’s strokes feel better than mine. I’d have to use two of my fingers to make up for one of his.

  “This will do.” He gives a nod. “For now.”

  “For now.” I repeat his words as I slip my finger out from inside of myself. His hand locks around my wrist as he brings it to his mouth and sucks my finger clean.

  “Yes for now, Kotyonok.” He lets my wrist go before stepping back. I watch as he rights his own clothes then bends down to pick up my discarded panties. “Come.”

  He leans down, holding them out for me to step into. “I already did,” I mumble. My face heats at my own slip of words. Victor chuckles, which only makes me smile, washing away my blush. I place one hand on his shoulder as I step into my panties. I stand there as he rights my clothes for me. I’m almost like a small doll compared to him. When he’s done he pulls the necklace out to show, rubbing his finger down the chain. He really has laid claim to me.

  “What do you want to eat?” he asks. I shrug. I’m normally starving by now but my mind is other places. Like why aren’t we having sex? “You are not hungry? You are small. You should eat three meals a day and snack often.”

  “Trust me. I do,” I say with a small laugh. “I should get back to work. We kinda took up my break time.” I glance around the office, my eyes going big. “Oh crap.” I stare down at the broken vase. The vase is a lost cause but the flowers can be saved. “I’ll have this cleaned up and—”

  “Kotyonok. I will handle it. We will have lunch together.”

  “But—”

  “But nothing. You take no days off. You can take a day.” How he makes his words come out as stern and final but also caring I have no idea but he manages to. I start a rebuttal but he cuts me off. “Mr. Lennox travels with big staff. All are here working. You have fifteen more people than normal on site to help. If one thing is wrong I’ll be the first to know and I’ll fix it.”

  “You got like eyes everywhere?” I ask.

  “Always.”

  “You’d tell me?” I hedge. “If something goes wrong. You’ll let me know.”

  “If that is what you wish,” he gives. I nod my answer.

  “You know the price, Kotyonok.” He smirks. I tilt my head back, giving him my mouth. This kiss is soft and sweet. I can still taste myself on his lips. I can take the day.

  “Okay,” I agree, melting into his big body. “Can we eat on the beach?” I ask.
“I love it there and wish I got more time to be there when I’m not working.”

  He pulls out his phone, putting it to his ear. I listen to him give out orders before pocketing his phone again.

  “It is done. We will eat on the beach. Everything will be ready for you,” Victor says as he leads me out the door.

  “I need to stop by my place to grab a few things and change real quick before we go,” I tell him as we begin the walk toward my apartment. He nods in approval as he tucks me into his side. We’re only a bit away from my place when I realize I left it a mess this morning rushing to be on time. I slow my pace as we get to the door and turn to face Victor. “I’m going to run in real quick and grab a few things. Can you wait out here for me? I’ll only be a few minutes. Please?” At first I think he’s going to say no but he simply points to his lips, silently asking for my kiss. I pay the toll and enter my place. I throw on my bathing suit and gather a few items to toss into my beach bag and head back to Victor. He pulls me into him again, holding me close. The man really does make me feel like the most precious thing he’s ever touched.

  “You look beautiful, my Kotyonok.”

  “Thank you.” I reach into my bag to pull on my sunglasses but Victor stops me before I can put them on. “I wish to see your eyes.”

  I glance down at his comment. People often stare because of them. “You don’t think they are weird?”

  He stops walking to look down at me as if I’ve lost my mind. “They are the most perfect I’ve ever seen. I’ve seen nothing like them before in my life. They are rare and precious. Like you.”

  I smile up at him, putting my sunglasses back into my bag. “People say they look weird.”

  “People say many stupid things. You should not listen, Kotyonok. I vow to always tell you the truth.”

  “So if I asked if this sundress makes my ass look big?”

  “That sundress makes me want to bend you over and bury my face between your thighs or ass. Whichever you prefer.”

  I laugh so hard I snort. Wish one of my sisters were here to have heard that. They would have died.

  “I don’t know what is so funny but I enjoy your laughs.”

  “I just snorted. You so sure you wouldn't feed me a white lie?”

  “It was an adorable sound, my Kotyonok.” God, I love when he calls me that. It makes me melt inside.

  “Do you not wish to tell me about your family or show me inside your home?” Victor asks after a moment. I peek up at him again. We’re almost to the beach.

  “I just-”

  “I will earn your trust,” he says before I can finish.

  “My place is a mess.” I tuck my hair behind my ear. “I’m kinda messy,” I admit. Everything in Victor’s office is in perfect order except for the mess we made. Smooth always jokes that I’m the messiest efficient person she’s ever seen. That’s because I do five million things at once. It’s just how I work. The more organized I get the less efficient I get, oddly. It’s how I am. I’ve come to terms with it but others don’t care for it if they have to share a space with me. My sisters, for example. They refused to share a room with me growing up.

  “I can take care of your messes.” I don’t think he’s talking only about the mess that is my place but also the mess that landed me down here to begin with. I am thankful for it. It has gotten me here. I love it here. “It’s not that I don’t think you can. It is that I want the privilege of doing so.”

  “You’re good with your words.” I let out a sigh. What can I even say to that?

  “Most say I have few words.”

  “Well, the ones you have I rather enjoy.” This gets me a smile as he guides me over toward an area he called ahead to block off. Food is already coming out. He takes my bag from my arm as he guides me to sit.

  “This looks wonderful.”

  When I glance back to Victor he is looking down at his phone.

  “Everything okay?” I start to stand.

  “Fine, Kotyonok. I was only checking so I could confirm everything was good before you asked.”

  “Oh.” He really is all over this taking care of me thing. “Are you going to join me?” I motion to the other lounge chair.

  “I will when they bring another shade.” He glances behind him. “Your skin is too delicate to sit in the sun.” It’s then I realize he’s actually standing in the path of the sun, casting a shadow over me.

  “I brought sunscreen.” I reach for my bag.

  “Yes, I will apply when the screen gets here. I cannot take the chance of the sun harming you. I will protect you from its harmful rays.” My body heats. I don’t know if it’s thinking about him running his hands all over me to put on sunscreen or the fact that he’s being a human shield.

  “I think my skin will be fine for a few minutes.” I fight a smile. I have to bite my lip to do it.

  “It is here.” He directs the men where to position the screen before he rushes them off, leaving us alone.

  He does run sunscreen all over my skin. He does other things too, giving me the same pleasure he had in his office. I find myself coming up with reasons for him to do things so I have to pay him with kisses. I forget about work and everything else. If Victor isn’t careful he’ll earn more than my trust. He’ll earn my heart too. He’s made it clear that’s what he’s after but I’m not so sure he knows what he’s in for when it comes to me.

  Chapter 7

  Victor

  Violet falls asleep after the last orgasm. Her body is wrung out with pleasure. Filled with satisfaction, I reach inside my pants and give my raging hard-on a violent squeeze. It is not time to take her, no matter how much I desire it. She hasn’t fully given herself over to me and I will not consummate our relationship until my ring is on her finger and her heart is in my hands.

  I command myself to stand down so that I may attend to my duties. My body reluctantly obeys.

  Beyond the screen, I find King waiting for me.

  “I have an update.” He hands me a sheaf of papers.

  “Thank you. And the hotel?”

  “All is secure. Lennox and Smooth are touring the property together.”

  “Good. Make sure Violet is not disturbed.” With a nod, I leave King to find a shady spot to read the latest intel from up North. According to a former employee of Violet’s father’s company, an incident happened at one of the properties that Violets older sister Amie was managing. Someone attempted to kidnap one of the sisters, left a threatening message that all the Collins’ flowers would be cut down and thrown out. The middle sister was already out of town and so the youngest, Violet, was shipped away as well. The culprit fled the scene when Amie appeared at the apartment complex. She and her sister were saved by an undercover detective on a stakeout. The kidnapper, presumed to be a male, has never been caught, which is why Violet has never been summoned home. Detective Marks took responsibility for the eldest sister, who refused to leave, and Violet was sent away. As the youngest, the family decided to not inform Violet of the danger.

  I snap the file shut. There is no reason for Violet to be kept in the dark. Being sent away from her family has left her wary of letting others in. She will have to heal the rift between her and her family before she allows me inside. I cross the beach to Violet’s shelter and set the file on the table next to her lounger so she can read it when she awakens.

  I then take out my phone and text Detective Marks.

  Me: This is Violet’s fiance. I would like a status report on the assailant.

  There is no text in return, but my phone rings immediately. Once again stepping away from the shelter, I answer it despite the unknown caller display. I don’t need a machine to tell me who is on the other line. It is obvious.

  “Detective Marks,” I say. “It is good of you to call.”

  “Who the fuck are you?”

  “As I texted you, I am Violet’s fiancé.”

  “Violet’s single.”

  I shake my head at the phone. “I am disappointed h
er family takes so little interest in her that they would not send someone down here to keep watch over her.”

  “Fuck we don’t,” he spits out.

  “Then your person is incompetent because Violet is mine and has been for two days.”

  “Two…” The man’s voice dies off. “Look, psychopath, I’m with the New Jersey state police and if you harm one hair on Violet’s head, I’ll have you thrown into prison so fast you won’t even have time to say your lawyer’s name.”

  “While I appreciate your bluster in defense of Violet, rest assured that I will be taking care of her from now on. To that end, please forward me the file you are keeping on the attempted kidnapping. Given that the man has not been found, you clearly need my help.”

  “And, I repeat, who the hell are you?”

  “I am Sokolov of the Sokolov Protection Agency. You have my phone number. Please call when the file is ready,” I reply and hang up.

  He will find nothing as my company’s profile is nonexistent. Sokolov exists only to clients on a need-to-know basis. Detective Marks does not fall into that category—yet. Although it is curious that he is still investigating this kidnapping claim despite his promotion from county detective to state police. I will have King run a background check on him. I suspect he has interest in the eldest daughter and for Violet’s sake, I will ensure that her sister is not tied to someone who would present a danger to her family.

  I pocket my phone and turn around to see Violet standing by the screen. She has donned her sundress once again and the breeze makes the flowers on her skirt dance. My chest tightens at the sight of her. She’s so beautiful. Heartrendingly so. If I lose her, there would be no reason to continue, so I understand her family’s protectiveness even if I do not approve of how it is carried out. By all means, send her away from danger, but do not keep her in the dark and make her feel unwanted.

  My long legs eat up the distance and I have her in my arms before she can draw another breath.