“No one said you’ll be my first, or last for that matter.”
Expecting some brute reply, he shocked me with his half smile as he slowly lowered the zipper at my back. The dress slid down to my waist, leaving me naked from the belly up. The garment didn't allow a bra, and it was too hot for it anyway.
His eyes darkened with intense craving as he saw my full breasts for the first time. He explored my neck, drinking from my mouth, and all thoughts about being difficult flew from my mind. His thumbed my puckered, pink nipples, and electrifying sensations spread through me, unfamiliar in their wake and intensity.
Gasping into his mouth, I threw my head back, entwining my fingers in his hair as he shifted his mouth lower, licking and sucking around my neck then down to my collarbone, and finally his breath fanned over my areola. A beat, and his lips enclosed over one as he ravaged it gently, if such a combination was possible. A moan of contentment slipped past my lips, but it didn't last long as he maneuvered to the other nipple and repeated the action, allowing me to ride the bliss his burning touches created.
“Rosa, my delicate flower,” he whispered over my skin, and kneeled in front of me, our height difference allowing his chest to be level with me. Putting my legs over his shoulders, he wrapped them around his neck, and a deep flush spread over my skin from the intimate position. Hiking my dress up, a cold breeze swept over me and aroused my heated flesh more. “So innocent.” Shoving my lacy white panties to the side, he leaned forward, inhaling me, as he murmured, “So fucking sweet,” right before he bit my lower lips, his tongue slowly licking up from my center to my clit, then sucking on the bud eagerly. A cry of utter pleasure echoed in the greenhouse.
Nipping my sensitive skin, he flattened his tongue and swept it over my pussy, creating an electrifying charge inside me as my hands dug harder into the wood, while my whole body leaned on my arms. I read so many freaking books that had described the act of oral sex multiple times in different variations, but none came close to the actual sensations awakening every nerve in my body, lifting me higher than I ever was before. But then, he entered me with one finger, probing inside my tight opening, and immediately it sucked him in, even though a sting of pain happened due to the unfamiliar intrusion.
“Dominic.” My voice trembled. I couldn't even keep my eyes open to watch him perform this act with such desire and hunger. Instead of answering me, he pushed one more finger inside and latched onto my clit with all his force while he found some spot inside me, which made all the difference. Instantly, out-of-this-freaking-world bliss assaulted me, and tiny sparks ran down my back as my toes curled in my sandals. My mouth opened to release a banshee scream with my orgasm, but he stood rapidly and covered it with his palm, the one still holding some of my juices. I swept my tongue over it, tasting myself on it as my teeth bit into his skin to hold back.
Removing his hand, he crushed his mouth over mine. We dueled for dominance in a kiss so fierce, yet so gentle, I couldn't resist wrapping my legs around him and holding him closer as his erection pressed into my stomach. “You didn’t come?” I said, somewhat disappointed, and a bit shocked, because, by the feel of it, he needed it really badly.
He chuckled. “Hardly, darling. I’ll have to save it for the shower with the memory of your sweet taste on my tongue.” My cheeks heated as he pressed his forehead against mine. “Moya krasavica.” Butterflies settled in my stomach. I loved when he called me that. “Things will change.”
“I know.”
“Tell me,” he insisted, and I exhaled a heavy breath.
“I didn't tell you, because subconsciously, I wanted you to show me your possessive side.”
He grabbed the back of my neck, gazing at my eyes intensely. “No more of this shit, Rosa.” Nodding, I rested my cheek on his shoulder. “Damian has a wedding in a month and a half.”
“I know. I got an invitation.” It actually surprised me he was willing to wait that long, but apparently they decided to do a big celebration for friends and family.
“We will go together.” A statement, a fact, but never a question.
Grinning, I nipped his neck and nuzzled his jaw. “Okay.”
“Good. One more month, Rosa. And then you are fucking mine.” Shit, I might have awakened the beast. Although no promises were exchanged between us, I was aware he looked at it as a life commitment.
But as much as I loved how satisfying he was for my heart and body, I dreaded the moment I would have to refuse going with him to his homeland, because I just wasn't ready to give up my studies or freedom. “One more month.”
One more month before all hell would break loose.
Man with the dragon tattoo
Vivian Jordan turned out to be a tough nut to crack, but thankfully, her father was impressed with my money and charm, enough to allow me to get closer to her. Still she kept on rejecting me on every turn, and somehow I doubted it had anything to do with her husband.
Bitch was hardly good to look at. In my mind, she should be grateful I even paid attention to her. Not that I would enjoy fucking thesovietnik’sseconds, but the idea of him suffering would push my satisfaction higher.
Radmir was out of isolation, which meant tonight he would finally get the knife wound to end his life. Specifically, a knife that had Italian Mafia written all over it, and if I was sure of one thing, it was the knowledge that the pakhan never forgave deception.
And his future father-in-law wouldn't be an exception to the rule.
Boring. Boring. Boring.
Whatever activity crossed my mind to begin, it all seemed boring and uninteresting.
Knitting? I jabbed my fingers so many times and had to put Band-Aids all over, not to mention I couldn't make a scarf like Dorothy. Everything was round and useless.
Reading? Dorothy was generous enough to give me her Kindle, but that chick preferred to read some kind of thrillers and psychological dramas along with fantasies. As much as it sounded cool to start one, I just couldn't stomach all those genres in big quantities. The only romances she had were old paperbacks with asshole heroes. Plus, they weren't as steamy as I liked.
Yeah, being a virgin sucked. The whole almost rape thing got me thinking that if it ever happened again, I definitely didn’t want my first time to be forced sex. So the first opportunity I had after I left, I planned to have a one-night stand, even if everything inside me rebelled at the idea.
Cooking and gardening? As much as it was interesting to learn from Quinn and my heart soared at the sight of the things that blossomed under my care, I couldn't spend one more day focusing on this shit. Quinn and Dorothy owned a local diner, so they supplied me with food, but they couldn't stay here anymore. He used the cabin for relaxation, but with the busy summer season, they needed the extra set of hands. Quinn trusted me with the cabin, and they checked once a week on me.
