Fixing Broken Hearts

by Raven Rivers

  Pulling his little kitten back, he was pleased that his loving had left her in a lust-induced stupor. Smacking her lightly on her rounded bottom, he murmured, “On your knees, my sweet.”

  Her eager compliance only fed into all his depraved fantasies of breeding her perfect innocent little body. The thought of making her stomach round with his child drove him relentlessly toward a rough joining. Only his love for her and his honor allowed him to hold those baser urges in check. Lifting her up, he positioned himself for penetration and rubbed himself against her soaked body. “Ease yourself down, slowly. Take as much of me as you can, moy kotenok.”

  She struggled to do as he asked. Watching himself be swallowed by her neatly groomed pussy was an erotic sight to be sure, but nothing could have prepared him for the soft, snug feeling of being inside her beautiful body. Leaning forward, he ran his tongue over one taut little nipple and sucked it into a sharp point. She jerked slightly in his arms and took more of him. He knew the moment he breached her virginity. Not only could he feel the slight resistance but her strangled cry as he ripped through tore at his heart. It occurred to him that trying to go easy on her must feel like getting a bandage ripped off slowly.

  Wrapping both arms around her waist, he punched his hips roughly up, forcing himself all the way in. She tensed in his arms, rolling her forehead against his shoulder. “Hush, my sweet. The worst is over.”

  “It burns.”

  “Your body will adjust. Give yourself a minute.”

  Tilting her face up, he leisurely kissed her and ran his hand gently up and down her back to soothe and distract her. “You are doing very well.”

  Her hands began sliding over his arms. Her touch made his cock jump. Rather than complaining, she giggled.

  “I’m good.”

  Looking deeply into her eyes, he considered if she really was okay or just trying to appease him.

  “I promise, I’m ready.”

  Pulling her legs apart, he rocked out slightly and back in.

  Closing her eyes, she whispered, “Oh God. That feels really good.”

  “Oh, I can do much better than that, my adorable little love.”

  Lifting her with his strong arms, he pulled her almost all the way off, then pulled her back on his rod in one smooth move. Watching her throw her head back was nothing short of inspiring. “Move on me. Take your pleasure.”

  Laying back, he watched the beautiful woman work out the mechanics of fucking herself on his eagerly waiting cock. She was adorable and responded to every new sensation. Pure male pride surged through his chest that he was the one sharing this experience with her. She was learning to love sex while sitting on his cock. He might never admit it to another living soul but this experience bonded him to her like a nothing he could have imagined.

  Chapter 14

  Got it Bad for the Good-Looking Mobster

  ~ Cassandra ~

  Cassandra had been with Viktor for almost three months. She had fallen into a comfortable routine. The mercurial mobster liked to live a quiet life. He never threw lavish parties, did drugs, or acted out. He left every morning in his armored SUV, scrolling through his e-mails as his driver drove the selected route for the day. From everything she could see, the man seemed more like the CEO of a private corporation than a mobster. He worked hard and spent all his free time at the firing range, with her, or plotting to take over the world in his private study with a couple of his assistants.

  Cassandra noted with some amusement that Viktor’s habits were definitely the habits of a man who ran a large criminal enterprise. He was detail oriented, absolutely fanatical about security, obsessed constantly about his business, and spent lavishly on his woman. His habits felt very familiar to her, having been raised by someone with similar inclinations.

  She knew he loved the watch she bought for him. He wore it every single day, and put it on his bedside table at night. Viktor was the type of man who cared for what was important to him. He had a sentimental side that really appealed to her and it was evidenced in the thousand and one small things he did that showed he cared. He always posted his little one’s drawings on his fridge himself. Sometimes he even taped them tackily over picture frames around the apartment, making them seem more like art. It always put a smile on Viktorija’s little face. Sometimes he cut her toast into bite-size pieces and spelled love with them or arranged them in a heart. It was strange to see her big, scary mobster stressing over getting the placement perfect.

  Always having been a dancer, classical ballet was Cassandra’s favorite form of dance. She enjoyed teaching Viktorija and her little protégé absolutely loved her pretty pink outfit with the wispy pink tutu. Her eyes shone with excitement the first time Cassandra tied the pink satin ribbons up her legs.

  The first time Viktor had seen them practicing together, the look on his face was pure adoration. He had immediately made arrangements for them to have a large private room at a local dance studio. They practiced every other day. Sometimes the other children joined them. Viktorija was quite gregarious, and easily made friends.

  Viktor had introduced her at the Moscow Children’s Hospital. They eagerly offered her a temporary position providing cardiac care to children. It took the staff and other physicians a while to warm up to her. She couldn’t figure out whether it was because she didn’t speak fluent Russian, she was a foreigner, or because her boyfriend was the scariest man alive. Whatever it was, they eventually got to know her and warmed up a bit. Now she even had a couple of friends. Inga was a neurosurgeon and Kary was a radiologist.

  Over the last few weeks, Cassandra began to suspect something unusual was going on. People were whispering and looking at her a lot. It made her feel strange, but they didn’t seem upset with her in any way. It briefly made her wonder if Viktor had been seen in public with another woman. She doubted it because he was as passionate as ever when he was with her.

  Viktor was strong, virile, and in the prime of his life. Thankfully, the man had exceptionally good hygiene and kept himself in shape. He was generous in bed, spontaneous, and a genuine pleasure to have sex with.

  One day, she met her new friends during lunch at a busy local sandwich shop. Sitting down, she turned her sandwich over to open it and sighed. Written in neat cursive were words fit to drive a sane woman mad.

  C,

  Death comes for you.

  Love,

  I

  Since Cassandra was apparently full-blown crazy for sticking with Victor, she simply took a picture of it and sent it to Viktor. If her behavior seemed strange, her new friends didn’t comment. This was not the first message she’d received. They were all death threats addressed to her only using her first initial and each signed with Ivan’s initial. By all rights, she should be terrified, and maybe some small part of her was. The full-on bitch part of her personality just wanted him to bring it on and get it over with. She was as prepared as she’d ever be for a confrontation with him and was fairly certain Viktor and his crew would make sure she made it out alive.

  Unwrapping her death sandwich, she bit into it out of pure spite. Demetrius was there in a split second. He picked up the sandwich and held out his hand. Glaring at him, she spat the bite into his hand. Eating food Ivan’s guys had been close enough to scribble on was a really bad idea. She knew that. Heck, they could have poisoned it or laced it with LSD. The thing was, she hated letting Ivan get to her.

  The two other women cut off pieces of their sandwich for her and slipped them onto her plate. “You two just roll right along with the crazy in my life, don’t you?”

  Kary shrugged. “Processed meat is bad for you.”

  Inga chimed disgustedly, “Men are controlling pigs, especially Russian men. We learn early on to work around it.”

  “Thanks. I really appreciate you not making a big deal of stuff like that.”

  “We have more important things to worry about, like the hospital fundraiser.”

  “Sounds like fun. How does one gets invited to
such an event?”

  Rolling her eyes, Inga stated firmly, “You got an invitation weeks ago. RSVP’d for both of you.”

  “How weird is it that I had to figure that out from talking to you?”

  Kerry teased, “If you and Viktor made it out of bed more, you’d know all kinds of interesting things.”

  Cassandra had to laugh at her new friend’s irreverent antics. “You might actually be on to something there.”

  Inga entreated her, “You should come shopping with us for dresses. A girls’ day out would be so much fun.”

  “Shopping is of one of Viktor’s few pleasures, and he loves shopping for formalwear. It’s kind of his thing. He makes such a production about it, including taking me shopping for matching jewelry.”

  The both seemed surprised. She knew it was because he was so imposing they couldn’t see him as a human being. All they saw was the mobster, which, to their mind, was the same thing as a monster.

  “I know he seems a little aloof and scary, but he really is quite romantic and attentive.”

  Both of the women burst out laughing and Inga replied, “If you say so. That scar on his face says otherwise.”

  Cassandra’s eyes warmed. “Don’t dis the scar. I think it makes him look rugged and adds a little character to his face. Besides, he so hot that he can afford a small scar or two.”

  Inga rolled her eyes. “You have it bad for that good-looking mobster, my friend.”

  As soon as the words flew out of her mouth, she looked mortified, as did Kary.

  Cassandra reached over, touched her on the arm. “Viktor’s occupation isn’t exactly the best kept secret around these parts. I know he’s king mobster in these parts. I just don’t care, because he’s not just a mobster to me. To me, he’s a human being, a man, a friend, a lover, and a rather outstanding father. Mobsters need love too, you know.”

  Kary giggled. “Umm…mobsters need love too…you should put that on a t-shirt. Isn’t that what you Americans do with good sayings?”

  Cassandra and Inga laughed. Her irreverent admission that she adored him even though he was a mobster reset the mood back to having fun again.

  Cassandra was still taking her interpreter with her every day she worked, which was about three days a week. To everyone’s relief, her Russian was becoming quite understandable.

  She thought back to the sentence Viktor had taught her and smiled to herself. He had taught her to say he was attractive and she wanted to sex with him. No truer words had ever been spoken by her, but she hadn’t realize that at the time. Her brother was right, Viktor had a subtle and unusually sly sense of humor that a lot of people would miss. She really liked that about him. He was the total package in her humble opinion.

  Chapter 15

  Birthday Boy

  ~ Cassandra ~

  Today was Viktor’s birthday and Cassandra had a couple of surprises planned for him. On their way back from a shopping trip, she sat admiring him, as he sat in the back of the limo scrolling through his cell phone messages. She enjoyed looking at him. His beautiful face concentrating deeply on whatever he was reading always got to her. She loved the scar on the side of his face and had the strongest urge to kiss her way down it. Once he glanced up and saw the admiration in her eyes, the kissing was back on again. Honestly, it was getting to be the way they spent a lot of their down time, particularly in the limo.

  She gently traced one small, soft finger down the scar on his cheek. He always stiffened and looked away when she did that.

  She whispered, “Don’t pull away from me like that. You may not like your scar but I do. It makes you look fierce and scary. I know how much you like being intimidating.”

  He nipped at her earlobe, causing her to squeak, then gently tugged on one pigtail. “What is up with the hair? You look like a teen. Teens don’t make my cock hard. I like full-grown women with luscious lips that look good wrapped around my rod.”

  She immediately reached into her coat pocket, pulled out a lollypop, tore the wrapper off, and stuck it in his mouth.

  He smiled, sucked it, and mumbled, “Cherry, my favorite flavor.”

  She slid her hands down the sides of his pants and caressed his hips. That always turned him on.

  He realized what she was doing and said, “You like seeing me walking around with a hard-on for you, don’t you?”

  “I could deny that, but it would be a gigantic lie. However, there are some things I like to see a lot more.”

  She ran her hand up and down his legs seductively. “When I first met you, I didn’t think myself capable enough at love making to keep you interested. I’m glad you turned out to be such a patient teacher. Everyone knows a good teacher deserves a good student.”

  She wondered if he would get it. He settled back with one arm behind his head, sucking on the cherry lollypop as he watched her slide off her black trench coat. She heard a soft growl escape from the back of his throat and she knew he did get it.

  A pleased and surprised expression leapt onto his face. She was wearing an extremely short plaid mini-skirt and a white button-up blouse which barely contained her plump brown breasts. She also wore a necktie and snow white socks that came up to her thighs.

  He grabbed one pigtail and tugged on it gently. “Now the hair actually makes sense.”

  He watched with a sultry expression on his face as she began kissing her way down his body.

  Viktor reached over and raised the window between their compartment and the front of the limo. He didn’t like Demetrius seeing his personal business. Cassandra knew closing the window meant she could give him oral play. She was well aware of exactly how crazy he was for that.

  She indulged him frequently, to the point of waking him in the morning with her lips on him. That normally sent him flying right over the edge into tiger mode. God, was that ever a sight to see. Viktor fully aroused and sexually needy was her favorite thing in the entire world. He so deserved someone to hold him, caress his skin, and make hot, sexy love to him.

  She took turns licking and sucking his manhood, and then the lollypop. He was not a patient man. Three licks in and he flipped her over on her back, ripped off her lace panties, and was doing some licking of his own. Between his devilishly talented tongue and his large, rough fingers, she was not sounding much like a school girl. She worried that Demetrius could hear them. They played all the way home, and then for a while when they got home. Viktor was, after all, the ultimate playmate.

  They came up for air around dinnertime. Cassandra insisted on going out. Viktor just wanted more bedroom fun. When she persisted, he grumpily got ready to go. His face softened when he picked up the watch she had bought for him and slipped it onto his wrist. By the time they stepped outside, he was calm and happy. She had every intention of totally wrecking that calm with her second birthday present to him. She could have sworn he stopped breathing for a bit when Demetrius drove up in his birthday present.

  Viktor would be able to tell the hot red, fully armored convertible sports car was his because it had a huge bow tied to the roof. He was all kinds of cute, standing rooted in place with his mouth gaping open.

  Cassandra giggled softly. “I like your stunned beyond belief look. It’s my favorite so far.”

  Demetrius dropped the keys in his hand. “Driving that car gave me a hard-on. You’re a lucky man in a couple of different ways, my friend.”

  Cassandra walked over and helped Demetrius take the huge bow off the roof, while Viktor slid behind the wheel.

  Cassandra climbed into the passenger seat. “You boys sure do like your toys. It’s unfortunate that the older you get, the harder you are to please.”

  Viktor glanced over at her with a mischievous smile on his face. “Don’t worry, I’m plenty hard right now. Unless I’m mistaken, I think you like the way I say thank you.”

  Cassandra blushed. He really liked provoking that response in of her.

  He murmured, “I thought your schoolgirl routine in the limo was my birthday
present. To be quite honest, I thought it was the best present a woman had ever given me. Now you have given me this. I think you and I get along so well because we are both very over the top.”

  She leaned over and kissed him, saying, “You might be on to something there, birthday boy.”

  He immediately placed her hand over his hard-on and corrected. “Birthday man, you mean.”

  He pulled out, and drove all over Moscow before finally taking them for dinner. He got them a private dining room at an exclusive restaurant where they would not be disturbed.

  Viktor sat looking at the beautiful doctor over dinner. “I just can’t believe you stayed with me. It’s like some kind of dream come true for me to just be able to be with you. That you seem to care for me so much…well, it is difficult to bear.”

  Cassandra immediately walked around and climbed into his lap, facing him. She cupped his face in one hand and sat placing small kisses along the bottom of his jawline. Feeling the barely there stubble on his face as her lips connected with his skin, she trailed kisses down to his neck and laid her head on his chest.

  “Baby, I can’t help but love you. I can’t imagine loving anyone else. You are quickly becoming my whole world.”

  He said possessively, “Good. That means you’re not planning to leave me. The day I heard you were attacked at the park, I was so torn up. Thinking that you might not feel safe with me just about killed me. I promised myself that I would never let anything frighten you again so you would have no call to leave me and go flying back to America and find another male before I could find you again.”

  Cassandra looked at him thoughtfully. “My poor baby. I’m glad you now realize that would never happen. Also, I can’t imagine a warm blooded woman who could even think of leaving someone like you. You’re strong, sexy, smart, and fantastic to spend time with. You have a wonderful sense of humor. Most women would stay with you for the amazing sex alone. You’re not someone who should ever be concerned about your woman leaving. It simply would never happen.”