I wave my hand at his body, gesturing to every perfect inch of him. “You’re too damn good-looking,” I say, making him laugh. “It’s like staring at the sun.”
“I think you might be exaggerating just a bit.” He picks me up and sucks my bottom lip, giving me a soft bite. “I’m just as intimidated by you,kiska.”
I give an embarrassing snort of a laugh that makes him smile. He sets me on the counter and runs his fingers over my face, inspecting the bruises and the stitches in my eyebrow.
“How sore is it today?”
“I’ll live.”
“You better, sweetheart, because I couldn’t go on without you.”
Smiling, I wrap my legs around him and run a hand down his fancy suit. “What’s the occasion?”
He shrugs his broad shoulders, giving me a half smile. “I just needed to do a couple of things. I don’t always dress in jeans and T-shirts.”
“Well, you look sexy as hell no matter what you’re wearing.” I reach around and cup his firm ass, making him laugh.
“Eat your breakfast,kiska. You need to keep your strength up.”
“I do?”
He smiles at the excitement that’s creeped into my voice. “You do.”
And that’s all he says. He kisses me before setting me back on the ground and pushing my bowl of cereal closer. Smacking my ass, he says, “Eat up, baby.”
I finish my breakfast while he pets the dogs and feeds them before letting them out to play. Knowing he’s anxious to see Valeri, I run up the stairs to change because no way in hell am I going to walk around in public next to him in that sexy suit in nothing but jeans and an old T-shirt. He feels out of my league enough as it is.
Stepping into the closet, I start to look through my stuff. I’d woken up the other day to find that he’d moved everything from my room downstairs into his bedroom, including the purple dildo that I’ll never be able to look at the same way again. He’s completely ruined me with that big cock of his. Nothing else will ever be able to compete with it.
Grabbing a black summer dress with spaghetti straps, I quickly pull it on and throw on a bit of makeup before slipping on a pair of black sandals. It’s casual, but a big step up from jeans. When I run back downstairs, Volodya runs his eyes over me, slowly making his way from my feet to my face, and by the time his eyes meet mine, the hunger in them is enough to have me sucking in a quick breath.
“Goddamn,” he groans, closing the distance between us and pulling me in for a kiss. His hand slips under my dress while his tongue runs along the roof of my mouth. Cupping my cheek in his hand, he squeezes me hard and lets out a groan. “I have dreams about this sweet ass,kiska. So fucking perfect.”
I yelp in surprise when he gives me a sharp spank, feeling the sting spread over my skin and the heat that goes along with it.
“You have no idea how much I like thinking about you walking around with my red handprint on your ass, hidden beneath your pretty dress. He gives my other cheek a spank, and this time I let out a whimper instead of a yelp, digging my fingers into his broad shoulders for support.
“Are you wet for me, sweetheart?” He slides his hand down my ass and between my legs, dragging his finger along my panty-covered slit. The deep chuckle he gives says it all. “So fucking perfect.” He kisses a line to my ear and whispers, “Now I get to think about you walking around with wet panties and two red handprints on your perfect round ass. I wonder how long I can go without bending you over.”
My heart is already racing, but his words kick it up a notch. He hears the hitch in my breath and lets out another soft laugh.
“Come on,kiska. Let’s go see Valeri.”
He keeps his hand on my thigh the whole drive, caressing my skin, slowly snaking it up further and further until his fingers are grazing my panties. When I rock my hips, he presses a finger firmly against my clit and rubs me in one slow circle before pulling away.
“I think that’s the meanest thing you’ve ever done to me,” I tell him as he laughs and parks the car.
He turns and gives me a wink. “So far, sweetheart, the meanest thing so far.”
I think about that while I get out of the car and slip my fingers through his, wondering just what in the hell he has planned for today. The elevator is crowded, but that doesn’t stop him from discreetly sliding his hand up the back of my dress and running his fingers over my still-stinging ass cheeks. By the time we get to Valeri’s floor, I’m flushed and every part of my body aches for his touch.
Giving my ass a soft pat, he grabs my hand and leads me down the hall. Vasily and Nina are already here, and judging by the amount of flowers, he’s already had quite a few visitors.
“We should’ve brought flowers,” I whisper.
Volodya leans down to kiss my head. “It’s okay, baby. We’ll have some delivered for him later.”
I smile at Nina and Vasily and then let out a soft gasp when we get closer and I see Valeri. His entire chest is bandaged, his face is ghostly pale, and the glassy look in his eyes makes it clear he’s on some really good painkillers. He sees us and gives a smile, but he’s too worn out to even make it a big enough one to show his dimple.
