Page 10 of Nikolai Petrov

But, when I wrap my arms around her and she lengthens her body to intertwine her legs with mine, his is the last face going through my mind.

Every time she whimpers, I can’t help but run my hand up and down her back. With each stroke I somehow resist the urge to pull her against me.

The tickle of her breath on my chest, the smell of her lavender shampoo and her petulant moans keep me on the edge of a precipice all night. One which my wandering fingers and twitching hips pushes me ever close to jumping off of.

Forcing myself to relax, I finally doze off for a few hours.

Her movement awakens me and I find myself spooning her with my cock lodged firmly between me and the round orbs of her ass. Her head rests on my arm, while my other palms her smooth stomach.

I let my little finger brush the hem of her dainty panties and the quick inhale she takes sends a new surge of raging fiery blood to my dick.

“Mr. Petrov?” Her voice is timid, but she makes no attempt to move away from me.

“I think you can call me Nikolai now, little bird. How do you like landing in the fox’s den?” I can’t stop my hips from rolling and grinding myself against her.

Oh, the naughty girl pushes back.

“Thank you for helping me.” Her words are breathless as her hand covers mine on her belly. With a whisper of a touch, she traces my fingers burning into her skin.

Fire runs up my arm and ignites in my chest.

“My pleasure, Natalia. How much better shall we make you feel? Hmm?” Pushing my hand farther down, the tips of my fingers explore the secrets of her skimpy underwear. Soft curls greet me and I tease my way towards the heat at the apex of her thighs.

She sucks in a breath and holds it. “Mr. — Nikolai. I, um. I’m not sure.” A gasp and a small cry flutters from her lips when I touch her clit lightly.

“I’m sure you’re wet for me, aren’t you, Natalia?” My mouth finds the curve of her neck where I take my first taste of her.

She arches, exposing more of her long throat to my tongue.

I let my beard tickle over her as I work my way up to the lobe of her ear. Goosebumps erupt across her chest as a testament to my attentions. As my mouth moves higher, my fingers move lower. Long gentle strokes of her pussy spreads her sultry juices until my hand is nearly dripping. Tiny flicks over her clit makes her hips jerk and grind against my engorged cock wedged between us.

“Oh! Oh, that feels good…I had no idea it could feel good.” It’s almost as if she’s talking to herself, but I hear every word. Crisply.

“What does that mean?” I growl, anger pushing through the lust. My movements pause with her silence. “Did someone hurt you? Who?”

I should have never allowed her in my house. The sudden protectiveness I feel over her takes me by surprise. Maybe it’s because she is an Ivanov and I swore I’d keep them safe.

Or, perhaps it’s because she is in my bed letting me pet her soaked cunt. And it has been almost ten years since I have had a wet pussy in my hands.

Too long.

“No one hurt me.” She covers her face with her hand. A flush of red works its way up her cheeks. “No one has ever, well, touched me before.” Her head turns and her bright green eyes meet mine. “It’s whyshekept me drugged. To save me for her brother, Tosya.”

Rage completely fills me and I pull my hand from the alluring confines of her panties.

“That fucking dog is not part of the arrangement. Who promised you to him?” I already know the answer.

But, when she whispers “My father.” My blood begins to boil.

The promises of a bigger haul, more connections, larger reach. It was all to culminate next month. Now I know why.

Family should be everything. Fuck the rest of the world. Protect your circle with your life. Ivanov is willing to sacrifice his only daughter to the pursuit of money, who else will he sacrifice?

A groan escapes as I roll onto my back. Wiping my face does little to remove the burgeoning doubt threading through me. Has Ivanov turned? What dealings is he making that is worth her?

“Mr., um, Nikolai?” She rolls towards me, her fingers touch my chest and I swear electricity courses through me.

“Nikolai. Sir. Daddy. I don’t give a fuck. Just not mister anymore, that’s saved for employees.”

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