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  “Mmm Kisska, my pussycat, you have good taste,” he hummed as he rose from the bed, eyes filled with the deepest lust that only made my core tighten and yearn for him more.

  He leaned down to me, kissing me deeply, and giving me the hot flavors of my desire that danced from his tongue. At once he broke away, leaving me gasping for air.

  I watched him, taking him in. Alexei wasn’t just tall, but large, and buff. His biceps were bulging and covered in tattoos that I tried to make out from my angle. My eyes traveled to his chest, also covered in tattoos and built like a truck.

  I gawked as I took in his defined six pack, and trail of hair that led to his now uncovered manhood. The size of what he was packing took me by surprise, he was big, but a man made like him, I wouldn’t expect less.

  HIs hand stroked his dick as he watched me, naked on his bed and anxiously awaiting his next move. A smirk lined his lips as he took my legs and without warning, flipped me to my stomach. Big hands took my hips and pulled me onto my knees.

  The warmth of Alexei’s hands ran over my behind, taking a squeeze he stopped for a moment, his hand resting on my round ass.

  “This ass, I love it big and round,” he expressed, and I blushed as he almost worshipped my backside. Without warning, his hand was gone, but came back with a smack, spanking me.

  What was a shock to me was my reaction, I moaned in response to his assault on me. I enjoyed his rough touch.

  The bed moved as he joined me on it and pressed at my weeping entrance was his large and hungry dick. I leaned back, pressing onto his desire and showing him how much I desperately needed him inside me.

  “You have greed, Kisska,” he chuckled, and I groaned in response. “Take hold of sheet. Hold tight, when I fuck pussy, I do it hard.”

  My heart pounding, my fingertips gathered the sheets and fisted them as Alexei slowly entered my heat. Once I’d taken him completely in, he pulled nearly all the way out before slamming into me. I yelped out from the force in when he began to pound into me, my knuckles turning white at my hard grip on the sheet.

  “Wait, no come. I tell when come,” Alexei grunted from behind me.

  There it was, my orgasm rising inside me. I hummed in delight as it threatened to spilled over, my entire body heating. I panted, trying to keep my eruption at bay, but with each passing moment of aching for it, it was getting harder and harder. I’d never had a guy tell me to not come, it was elating to hand that control over to him, and I think he knew the moment I surrendered my all to him as he came one simple instruction.

  “Come now, Kisska.”

  “Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I chanted through my yelps of elation as Alexei had finally put me out of my misery. It was better than I could have ever honestly expected.

  Alexei laughed from behind me, pulling out and flipping me to my back once more. I saw the grin on his face, his chest heaving up and down, and his dick still hard for more as he leaned over me, hot hands spreading my trembling thighs apart.

  “My pussycat,” he chuckled as he took my mouth with his, giving me a heated kiss that scolded me as if I’d be the last one. The last girl to ever kiss him, his conclusion, and eternity.

  Alexei thrust into me, while still holding our kiss. Though I’d originally felt as if I was spent and could take no more, I found my hips grinding into his, wanting to fall once more under his command.

  His lips traveled from my own and down my neck, collarbone, and to my awaiting nipple. Bringing the bud between his lips, he sucked hard before taking a nibble. I cried out, his lips curving into a smile on my skin before he bit me again.

  Kneading my neglected breast, he continued to suck on my nipple before changing places, all while fucking me harder with each thrust into me until he ran a finger to my sensitive clit.

  “Your pussy is drug,” he hissed into my ear before picked up speed. My hands grabbing his shoulders for support. My nails dug into his skin, but he didn’t even flinch as he pulled me towards my third orgasm of the evening.

  There was no command, but I knew the moment he wanted me to come, and I did, screaming his name at the top of my lungs as my name slipped from his lips, riding out his own strong orgasm, shooting his seed deep into me.

  Where had Ms. Responsible gone? She’d gone far away, taken a vacation, and closed up shop. For the first time, I was living and taking chances. I was feeling and burning, all for one man, Alexei Stepanov.

  I shivered and grabbed the blanket over my naked body. My eyes opened as I heard the sound of the elevator. Bolting up, as I saw an older woman emerge and not Alexei. I sat alone in the bed, covering my bare body with the blanket, wondering where Alexei was, and who the woman was.

  The woman said something to me in Russian that I didn’t understand. I was nervous and didn’t quite know what to do.

  “Hello, umm, I don’t speak Russian, sorry,” I mumbled, embarrassed at being naked in a guy’s bed after a night of hot sex.

  After Alexei and I had our first round of sex, he’d gotten us some food. We ate and chatted before we were at it again. Alexei had an insatiable appetite, and I was anxious to fill him.

  “I clean,” the woman said as she reached into the elevator and rolled out a maid’s cart. I nodded unable to get up from the bed without giving her a flash of what I was working with.

  I watched as she began her work in the kitchen, where the dishes of Alexi and I laid discarded on the counter without a thought to them.

  Something struck me. I had feelings for Alexei. He’d become more to me that a drive by vacation fuck. He was sweet, kind, and held this strength about him that made me want him even more. I swallowed at knowing it would never last, Alexei and I came from different worlds, and there I was falling for him.

  Chapter 10

  Alexei

  My cursed cell phone had woken me up. I’d been resting comfortably with Rae’s curves molded perfectly with my body. Sleep had never been so good than with my pussycat. She’d been everything I desired and more from a woman in and out of bed.

  For the moment though, I had to leave her and stood at the loading area in the back of the club, frustrated as I could be. I was glad Rae didn’t have to see me that way. People were idiots, and I got the immense joy of dealing with them, too early in the morning for me to comprehend.

  I’d been called down to accept a shipment. Too bad the shipment was nearly all wrong. I rubbed my temples as the correct bits of my shipment were unloaded. New Years was in only a week, and I had much to be done because my club was hosting the biggest party in the city.

  “Working hard I see,” a female voice that made me cringe called.

  I regretted turning around as I came face to face with my ex. I sighed at her unwelcome presence in the vicinity of my business. The busty blonde came directly to me and kissed my cheek, causing me to cringe at her touch.

  “Micha,” I spat.

  “You speak my name as if I am venom. I’m only here to see you. You know I miss you, Alexei,” she cooed as she ran a hand over my chest, in an attempt to be affectionate. Though affection didn’t work that way, to be affectionate, your actions shouldn’t make the other person feel ill.

  I didn’t say anything to her, only swatted her hand away and made a few directions to the crew that was unloading the shipment of alcohol. My goal was to make the job move as quickly as possible so I could get back to the pussycat that awaited me upstairs.

  Micha wasn’t taking my lack of interest in her as a sign and continued to standby, watching me work. She fluffed her artificial blonde curls and moved back towards me again, but I was saved by the arrival of my housekeeper Olga who handed me a plate wrapped in plastic. Under the plastic was what I planned to give to Rae.

  “Good morning, Olga,” I said to the kind older woman with dark hair speckled in gray. I bent to her and kissed her cheek. “Thank you for making the syrniki, last minute.”

  When I had to leave the apartment for the shipment, I knew exactly what I needed for when
Rae awoke. Breakfast was on my mind, and I wanted to give her something traditional and delicious, syrniki it was and Olga made the best.

  “No problem,” she said as she went towards the closet downstairs where she held her cart of supplies.

  “Olga,” I called out to her, and she arrived back at me. “My girlfriend is upstairs, I do not know if she is still asleep.”

  “Okay, I will try to not wake,” she noted before she was back pushing her cart towards the elevator to head up to my apartment.

  A presence was upon me immediately, and from the strong scent of floral, I knew it was Micha. I sighed.

  “Did you say girlfriend?” she asked, obviously offended that I’d chosen someone else over her. I would’ve laughed in her face if I was a complete asshole, but somewhere inside was someone not totally coldhearted.

  “I did,” I answered simply.

  “But, Alexei, I love you,” she whimpered.

  “You don’t.”

  “I do, and you love me, you’ve told me so.”

  “I obviously lied. There was never a reason to love someone like you Micha, a money hungry leech,” I spat. Micha angrily turned away and started towards the end of the the building before she turned back to me.

  “Do you love her?” she asked.

  “I do.” With my answer, Micha left without a single uttered word.

  I suppose my message sank into her as much as it sank into me. Did I really love Rae? I knew I cared for her more than I ever cared for another person. I felt her in my spirit, keeping a hold on me. She was a woman like no other, I possibly loved her, someone who I’d only see for a few weeks.

  “Finished,” one of the guys called out to me.

  I nodded in acknowledgement before I turned away, locking the loading door behind me and rushing upstairs.

  Arriving in my apartment, I could hear Olga working in the kitchen and hoped that Rae was still sleeping or had slept well. As I walked deeper into the apartment, I spotted her, looking as sexy as she could be. Her curls that she had worn up the night before were now down over her shoulders. Her body was still bare, but covered in the black blanket of my bed. She gave me a grin that sent a spark through me.

  “Good morning,” I said to her as I approached the bed with the plate Olga had given me when she arrived. Setting the plate on the bed, I leaned over and captured her lips with mine own.

  I’d been starving, not for food, but for her kisses and tender affection. She kissed me back, one of her hands on my chest, gripping at my shirt and pulling me in closer. She had this hunger that I burned to satisfy with everything inside of me.

  My teeth took her plump bottom lip between them and bit down gently, evoking a moan from her that made me instantly hard. Too bad Olga was in the kitchen as I’d fuck her hard in all the right places, though it was going to have to wait as I heard Rae’s stomach growl.

  “Someone has hunger. I has breakfast,” I told her, showing her the plate and taking the plastic off.

  “What is it?” she questioned as she looked down at the fried goodness on the plate.

  “Syrniki, cheese dumpling, it is very good. Olga made them,” I informed her.

  “Who is Olga?” Rae asked confused.

  “She, the cleaner,” I acknowledged as I pointed out the woman working hard to clean my kitchen. I settled onto the bed and kicked my shoes off before pulling Rae into my arms, taking in her scent, which was a mix of her usual lavender and hot sex.

  While Rae and I enjoyed our breakfast, Olga finished her cleaning most everywhere, but the bed. I told her she could get to it next time and to take off early, the holidays were hearing after all, and everyone had so much to do.

  I pressed my lips to Rae’s neck as we lay together in my bed. I’d taken off my shirt and held her bare skin to mine as I had to feel every bit of her with me. Just being with her, I felt so connected to her as if we were plugged into one another. There was never a time in my life where I could say I felt such a strong connection to another person.

  “You tell me you work much for family. I do same for mama. I want her happy and with no worry,” I explained to her, pressing my nose into her hair.

  “Same here, I don’t want my mom to have worries, though I know she has plenty. This trip was the first time I actually took time to think about myself and what I wanted instead of everyone else. My mom told me to go for it and so did Katya. You know Katya calls me Ms. Responsible,” she explained to me as she turned her body to face mine, her lips only an inch or so from mine.

  I chuckled at the nickname my cousin had bestowed upon her. We had one difference though, I wish I would have taken a life of responsibility much earlier, it would have saved me a lot of trouble in my past. Though there was no use dwelling on it, only facing it and doing better than I’d done then.

  “There was a time I told responsibility to fuck itself. I have regrets about that time, but I know it helped make me who I was,” she said, her eyes glancing away and not meeting mine, though I saw the pain that filled them.

  “I want to know,” I expressed as I moved a curl from her face and tucked it behind her ear.

  Rae took a deep breath and closed her eyes for only a brief moment before she fluttered them back open. I rested my hand on her waist to give her comfort and my support for her tale of her past.

  “As a teenager, I worked multiple jobs providing for my family. I was resentful, and though I still worked and went to school, I acted out in other ways. I dated this guy, he wasn’t the guy my mom would like me with, he was a gangbanger. I’d spend all my free time with him, and at fifteen, I became pregnant with his child. He ditched me like yesterday’s news once I broke it to him that I was pregnant. My mom though.” A smile instantly came to her face as she mentioned her mom, it was obvious they were close, and she cared about her mom in a way that reminded me of how much I adored my own mother.

  “Mom did all she could for me, but I was a teenager and not ready to take on the responsibility of a child, I was already the sole provider for my family. When I had my son, I gave him up for adoption.”

  “You have a son,” I whispered to the strong and resilient woman who laid in my bed.

  “I do, his name is Jacob. He is eight now. Though it was supposed to be a closed adoption, his family has been wonderful, and they send me photos of him once a year. It is my favorite package to receive, mementos of my little boy,” she beamed as she bent over the edge of the bed and picked up her clutch from the floor. She pulled out her little wallet and slipped a photo from a card slot.

  A little brown skinned boy beamed up at me, he looked so much like Rae. In the photo, he was missing his two top teeth and wore silver framed glasses. He was filled with joy and obviously living the life that Rae meant for him to have by giving him up.

  “You are strength. I have much admire for you,” I told her honestly as I ran my thumb over her supple cheek. She beamed down at the photo before she returned it to her bag.

  From the outside, no one would expect the life that Rae lived. She played herself off as cool and collected, but she was someone who worried about everyone around her, especially her loved ones, and she sacrificed so much for them. I understood her story and I understood her, it was almost as if I was peering into a mirror.

  “In Russia, I let Ms. Responsible go. I, for once want to live without those chains and you’ve allowed me to do that,” she said before biting down on her lip and peering at me through her seductive eyelashes.

  It was too much for me, and I had to kiss her. I had to show her how I felt through the passion I could give to her. I had to feel her molded with me. We only had a limited amount of time together, and I ached to show her me and who I was to her in that time.

  My hands took her body and lay her under me, I peered down at her. The curvaceous frame of the most alluring woman I’d ever met was waiting for me and all I could do with and to her, I was hard at only that thought.

  “Alexei,” she breathed as I saw tears forming
in her eyes. “You and me, we only have so long. I’m scared of it ending.”

  “Then we make last with time we have,” I told her as I cupped her face with my hands.

  “Okay,” she said softly with a nod in agreement. Then the next words that came from her mouth instantly blew me away. “Fuck me Alexei, please fuck me like this is our last time. Every single time, do it like it is our last.”

  “Kisska, my pussycat,” I hummed as my hand took her thighs and spread them for me, ready to give her the world as if it was our last.

  As I was taking her like it was our last, I would go slow, I would worship the woman that lay under me and in my bed. I would devote every precious moment to her dips and luscious curves. For the time, Rae was mine, and I’d tame the wild kitten that she had inside her aching to burst free.

  Starting on her belly, I planted a kiss where she’d once held a child. Painstakingly slow, I planted more heated kisses up, between her supple breasts and over one of the round orbs until her perked nipple. My tongue, I swirled it around her dark chocolate areola, her body squirming under me before I pulled it between my lips.

  “Mmm,” she hummed, as her fingers slipped into my hair. My other hand traveled up her curves before taking the other peak between my fingers and giving it a squeeze.

  “You have body of angel,” I murmured into her flesh.

  My kisses led me toward her other round and perfect breast. I’d never known a woman could have such a perfect body until her. Though she still sported a few stretch marks from having her son, that didn’t make her flawed, only more delicate and closer to perfection.

  She wanted me to kiss her, I knew it, but instead of bringing my kisses up, I travelled back down, my tongue sliding down her chest and towards her belly button, the taste of her skin in my mouth, my dick twitched aching to be sunk deep inside her, but I was totally focused on her.

  I took her thighs with my strong hands to keep them spread for me, there were bruises that had formed on them from the way I’d grabbed her the night before. I planted supple kisses on each bruise, she’d been marked as mine, and even when we were forced to part, she’d always be mine.