“Listen, zvezda moya, I promise I will not hurt you. I will never hurt you. I would rather die,” I say, appreciating the way her eyes widen at that statement.
She must see the truth in my eyes, in my words, because she nods and I feel like I am ten feet tall, able to gain this beauty’s trust.
Instead of taking her outside or in the lobby to sit on a bench, I use my key card to take her up to the penthouse, which I know is empty because the only people with access to it are me and Luka. Most of the time, even when I am spending the night in Atlantic City, I don’t stay at the penthouse, much rather preferring to stay somewhere more understated and calm. But tonight, I am so thankful that this penthouse exists for my use.
Chapter 3 - Ava
I should be more scared, I know it. But maybe it’s the way that man looked at me like I was his salvation in the desert and he was going to drink me all up—I know I should have been scared of him, but all I felt was a thrill of excitement from being the object of his desire like that. It’s just a little distraction in the middle of what was shaping up to be a fantastically horrendous shift. That is, until I saw him.
He’s huge, all muscly and thick in a way that makes me wonder what he’d be like on top of me, having all that glorious weight surrounding me, protecting me. I’m pretty sure his arms are the size of my head, and covered in so many tattoos that I want to just study for hours and hours. He even has tattoos creeping up his neck, and my god if I don’t fantasize about licking him there. He looks very much like a bad boy, but I find I don’t care much about the difference between good and bad these days.
In the low light of the casino, his thick hair looks reddish-brown and long enough to grab onto, though the sides were shaved. A rough, scruffy stubble frames his sharp jaw. And I don’t know man, it is doing stuff for me.
But, I remind myself, I’m not here for that. I’m here for information. I’m here for my sister. And yet, something about being at the Russian man’s mercy makes my belly clench. My belly, and lower.
I follow him into the penthouse, stumbling a bit when I see the incredible space in front of me. Before I can hit the floor or knock myself unconscious with one of the various ornate decorations everywhere, the Russian catches me and pulls me close to what feels like a brick wall. A brick wall with arms that currently wrap around me, protective to the extreme.
I inhale his scent—spicy, woodsy, masculine—as I sink deeper into his hold. What is he doing to me? I shouldn’t be all cozied up to a likely Russian mobster, but I find it hard to care when the mobster in question holds me like I’m the most precious thing in the world.
The door to the penthouse clicks closed behind us and we’re all alone. Just me and this big maybe mobster who reverently strokes my cheek with one giant hand while his other wraps tighter around my waist.
“Beautiful girl,” he whispers, never once taking his eyes away from mine. That’s when I know it—I’m well and truly fucked. And suddenly more scared than I’ve been until now.
Chapter 4 - Maxim
“What’s your name, my love?” I ask the perfect angel in my arms. I still can’t believe she’s letting me hold her. At that thought, I realize that she probably doesn’t have a choice. Or at least she thinks she doesn’t have a choice. She doesn’t know that she’s in charge when it comes to me. I quickly let her go, allowing her to put some distance between us if she wants.
But she doesn’t move, only looks at me with slight confusion in those big brown eyes. I rush to explain myself. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to think that... you didn’t have a choice here. That you had to let me hold you even if you didn’t want that.”
She frowns at me, and it’s so comically adorable that I almost start laughing. God, she’s cute and sexy and perfect all at once.
She steps closer into me, her chest brushing against mine, as she steps on her tiptoes to speak closely into my ear. “I, um—I liked it, you holding me like that. I felt... safe,” she whispers. She pulls back about an inch or two, seeming almost surprised by her own honesty, and I wrap my arms tight around her again.
“You’ll always be safe with me,” I tell her. And I mean that. I’d lay down everything I am just to keep her protected and secure. The smile she gives me in response is dazzling and nearly causes me to go into cardiac arrest.
“It’s Ava, by the way. Ava Bennett,” she says, by way of introduction.
“Ava,” I repeat, testing her name against my own tongue. It’s perfect, just like her. She beams up at me again and I can’t help but smile back. When was the last time I smiled, I wonder? Now is not the time to focus on such trivial matters like time. Not when my girl needs me to get her out of this place. And make no mistake about it—I’m getting her out of here.
I lead her toward the couch and pull her into my lap as we sit. I don’t want to be any farther away than I have to be. “I’m Maxim,” I tell her, and she nods. After a moment of me staring at her, she stiffens and looks away.
“I don’t know what you might be expecting from me, but I'm not...," she says before trailing off, avoiding my gaze.
I reach for her chin to turn her to face me. I’m shaking my head, chuckling a little before I see that my angel’s face has gone slack with worry.
“Oh sweet girl, I don’t need or expect anything, okay? I only want to hold you. I just wanted to make sure you are safe.”
If possible, she tenses even more in my arms.
“I don’t have any experience with...you know. I’m sorry, Maxim. I should go.”
“No,” I say, and her eyes widen in something like... fear. Oh no, that won’t do at all.
I tip her chin up to have those eyes back on me again. Up close like this, I can tell they’re more of a golden color. Her pupils widen and her breath quickens, and I know she can feel this thing between us. Or at least I hope she can. Because I am finding it hard to delay the inevitable.
"Beautiful, I did not bring you up here to have sex with you. Although I do feel a connection to you that I have never felt with anyone ever before. But if you decide you are not interested in me like that, I am enough of a man to accept that, okay? I will never hurt you."
She breathes out a nervous sigh. "Oh," she says, biting her full lip.
"You're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," I tell her, and she wrinkles her nose in confusion. "What? You don't believe me?"
She shrugs and if I am not mistaken, she's blushing a little.
I bring my mouth closer to hers, already watering for a taste, but I stop to look at her once again. Her participation in this is key, of course. "Should I show you?" I ask, wishing desperately for her to say yes.
Thankfully, I must have done something good in a previous life, because she nods and whispers "yes," before closing her eyes. I expected her to be hesitant, but she touches her lips to mine first and then I’m lost. Lost to the cool plumpness of her lips and the warmth of her mouth. I devour her like a man starved, alternating nipping and tasting and sucking and everything. I’ve never had a kiss like this ever. Ever.
She makes a little moaning sound in the back of her throat, and I’m so done. I gently cup the back of her head, burying my hand in her soft curls. She’s moaning and grinding her hips in a way that I don’t even think she’s aware of. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever felt in my life, and I know I could probably come like this, just from having her grind on my cock.
That can’t happen though. Not yet, at least. Not before we talk. I pull away from her kiss, nearly kicking my own ass when I look down at her and see her eyes are still shut for one brief moment after I’m gone. It’s like she’s waiting for my kiss to return, trying to tempt me into giving her more. And fuck if I don’t want to give her more. I want to give her everything.
I give in to her perfect lips and kiss her once more, hard. She bites down on my lip. Oh, fuck me. I nip her in return—gentle, not wanting to hurt her even if it’s an accident, and then finally pull away again.
She
opens her eyes this time, as if she knows I mean business. We’re both breathing heavy and I want nothing more than to lay her out in my bed and make her breathe like this all the time. She’s absolute perfection personified.
Though I’m the one who pulled away, she’s the one who speaks first. “Did I—I’m sorry. Was it... bad?” she asks, with such a look of worry on her face that for a second I forget what we were talking about. Was what bad, I want to ask, but then she’s looking down, all shy and bashful. Where’s the fierce kitten who just bit my lip and grinded her ass on my cock?
“I haven’t really kissed many people,” she whispers.
Jesus. How am I supposed to handle this torture, I wonder?
Before she can scoot off of me, I catch her by the waist and pull her back into position. Except, this time, her legs are around me and she’s effectively straddling me, my hand on her ass. Just resting there. Not doing anything more.
Not yet.
“Baby girl, look at me,” I tell her, before reaching for her chin and tilting her head up so I can look in those golden eyes of hers. “I’m sorry, so sorry if I made you feel... anything like that. But you have to know, kissing you has been the best moment of my life so far. Definitely the best kiss but also the best moment. You’re absolutely perfect. For the record, I haven't really kissed many people either.”
She nods, but still looks worried. “You pulled away. I thought—“
“That was my fault. I knew if I kept kissing you like that, I’d want to fuck you right here, right now.”
Ava considers this, biting down on one corner of her lip. She looks up at me through her long lashes. “I’m—I mean—I haven’t done that before. You know...,” she trails off, embarrassed.
I can’t help but pull her into yet another kiss. “Honey, if you think that’s going to scare me off, you have no clue how much I want you. If anything, now I just want you even more. Knowing I’d be your first.” Little does she know that I also have every intention of also being her last.
She grinds on my lap again, and I can’t help it—I use my hand on her ass to push her down onto my cock even more. I’m a bastard, but when she moans upon feeling me rub that hard, aching part of me against where she’s hot and needy I wonder if I might be able to just get her off like this. I don’t want her to be hurting on account of me.
“Maxim,” she whimpers, looking me straight in the eyes while she shifts her hips slowly, finding a pace she likes and continually hitting it with my cock. “My god, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve never felt like this before. But I want you so bad. Please, Maxim.”
“Shh, sweet girl,” I croon, nibbling on her ear while I let her writhe on me the way she needs. I dot her face with more kisses. I don’t even know who I am right now. All I know is this sweet thing has turned my whole world upside down.
“Before we go further,” I tell her, stilling her movement on my lap so she knows I’m serious, “I need to tell you that you don’t need to worry about losing your job, alright? And, I guess I should also tell you the truth about who I am as well.”
Chapter 5 - Ava
Oh shit, what the fuck am I doing? His statement pulls me back to reality, at least a little bit. My god, I can’t believe I was seriously grinding on him. Even now, I can feel the stiff length of him against my thigh, and it makes me shiver in anticipation. Like I’d even know what to do with something that big.
“Sweet girl, what’s the matter? Will you tell me what it is?” he asks, and I stare into his too-intense eyes, trying to discern if he’s someone I can trust. My gut says yes, but I can’t be too sure. I’ve been burned by trusting people before.
He’s patient as he waits for me to speak up, to say anything. He tucks a loose curl back behind my ear, clearing my face of some flyaways. It’s such a simple gesture, so achingly sweet. I want, desperately, painfully, for the first time ever—to just lay down all my troubles and let him take care of me. I wonder if he’d even want to try.
“I understand you’re scared of me. You don’t know who I am and I’m this Russian guy with tattoos coming in to threaten your boss. And, angel, I’m definitely not a good man. But I swear on my life, I will never ever let anything or anyone hurt you.”
He delivers this speech with such conviction and passion, I can’t help but want to believe him, to trust him, to give up that control I never wanted in the first place but was thrust onto me from an early age.
“It’s my sister,” I tell him, swallowing the words that I haven’t dared say to anyone since I arrived here. “I haven’t seen her in weeks. She came to work here a few months ago. She said she was just bartending and working the tables, nothing shady, and at first it seemed okay."
I tell Maxim how I suspect her boss had something to do with my sister’s disappearance, though I can’t prove anything yet. I tell him how I decided to get a job there in order to get more information that would hopefully lead back to Maya.
Maxim’s grip on my waist grows tighter as I finish giving him the details of Maya’s disappearance. His mouth is a grim line, tense and resolute. That mouth that I just kissed not even ten minutes ago. That kiss that practically vaulted me into another universe. I didn’t know I could ever be kissed like that. But now it’s all I want, all I can think about. I think Maxim asked me a question because he’s staring at me with a curious look on his face.
“I’m sorry, what did you just say?”
He smirks and shakes his head. “Nothing, beautiful. Should I even ask what put that look in your eye?”
I duck my head so he won’t see my blush. “Sorry, I was just remembering what it was like to kiss you. And how I really want to do it again.”
He rewards my honesty with another hot kiss before pulling away with a groan. “Sweetheart, you’re going to be the death of me.” Then he pauses as if just remembering something. “Pardon me if this is rude but... how old are you?”
I wince. Fuck, he’s going to think I’m too young. “Um, I’m 23,” I confess, and I watch a range of emotions flit across his eyes before he settles on something like... relief?
Chapter 6 - Maxim
Oh, thank god. Even though I know nobody under 21 can deal at a casino, we have definitely had some people lie about their age, and she seemed a little young here in this room, under the dim lights, as she put her faith in me by confessing everything about her sister. She’d only hesitated for a moment, which was more than understandable, considering we just met. But then she leaped in feet first, without any further hesitation. She just trusted me with this important information and believed that I would keep her safe. That trust that she so freely gave me is something I intend to honor and live up to until the day I die.
“So what’s the verdict? Am I too young for you?” she asks, worrying her lower lip. I gently reach up and free the plump thing from her teeth before she hurts herself.
“Everything about you is perfect. So long as you don’t think I’m too old,” I say, only partly joking. “I’m 36,” I explain before she can ask.
She nods. “That’s okay with me if it’s okay with you,” she says. “I’m not sure if you feel it, but there’s this thing—“
“I absolutely feel it, beautiful. I plan to do everything in my power to help you find your sister. And then,” I say, taking her face and pulling her close to my lips, “I’m going to marry you, you understand? If that doesn’t sound like something you want with me, you better let me know soon, because I’m already in deep with you, okay?”
She lets out a little surprised squeak but when I pull back slightly to study her face, I find that she’s smiling and looking at me with a dreamy expression in her eyes. “Okay,” she says on a breath like she’s afraid to say it too loudly, afraid to be too hopeful.
“Alright, first things first—I have a meeting downstairs, it should not take too long. And then I will be back to get you out of here,” I say, moving to lift her off of me so I can help her to her feet.
But she inte
rrupts my movement, staring into my eyes—her expression not so dreamy and instead more determined now. More... turned on?
“Before you go, I think I was promised something?” she says cheekily, just as she grinds down on my cock that hasn’t deflated since we’ve been in this room.
“Oh I see, little bad girl wants to get off on the big bad man’s cock?”
She stops grinding and frowns at me. “Don’t say that.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Which part?”
“You’re not a bad man,” she whispers.
And oh, I wish that were true. She’s the only person who might not believe that I’m bad, but that doesn’t mean I’m not.
“I don’t care what you’ve done in the past,” she continues as she runs her hands through my hair, lulling me into a comfort I haven’t felt in years... or maybe ever?
I pull her into a kiss again, needing her sweet lips that are capable of speaking such kindness about me, craving the feel of them against mine. Christ, she’s so beautiful. Our kiss is slow and searching, but it quickly turns fiery as she grinds on me again, and I know I can’t leave this room without making sure she’s satisfied.
I move her off of my lap so she can spread out on the couch beside me.
“Sweetheart, why don’t you show me where you need me, hmm? Show me your little pussy,” I growl, and if she’s scared of me in this moment, where my control is on the razor’s edge of slipping, she doesn’t show it. I have never spoken to a woman like this, have never really been in the position to, but I find myself slipping into the role like a second skin.
My throat goes dry as she inches those tiny shorts over the tops of her thick thighs. She reveals her pantyless cunt to me and I’m lost. I thought I was lost before, but having her show me her little slit with the little crop of perfect dark curls is nearly too much. She’s glistening already, and my mouth waters for a taste.
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