Page 3 of Love to Defy You
He lets out a low chuckle that sends shivers up my spine. “Maybe I should leave you like this, naked and mewling and wound up.” Alek skims his hands up my legs, starting at my knees and slowly working his way up my inner thighs.
My breath hitches as he gets closer to the place I need him to touch most. “Why the hell would you do that?”
His hands stop just short of my pussy. “Because you look so pretty when you’re begging me to make you come,malishka.”
My desire is turning desperate, and I need him to satisfy the painful ache in my lower belly. “Please...”
“Please, what?”
I pout my lip and inject a heavy dose of saccharine sweetness into my tone. “Pleeease, Alek? Will you let me come all over your face?”
Alek’s won this round, and he knows it. With one last smirk, he hinges forward and picks up right where we left off. It doesn’t take me long to find my release, and when I do, I call out his name into the blue sky above our little slice of paradise.
Chapter 2
Alek
The Red Square is bustling with tourists as I step out of the cab. It’s been years since I stepped foot in Moscow, and now I remember why—the pleasant summer weather is a mask for the cold, inhospitable city where corruption and deceit fester beneath the surface.
I glance over my shoulder at the Kremlin, surrounded by its towering red brick walls, and grow uneasy. Even as a child, I got the distinct feeling that I was being watched the moment I landed at Sheremetyevo Airport. That apprehension is with me even now.
And this time, I’m an enemy of Russia. The moment I spoke out against the motherland’s control of the Andarusian government, I became a class traitor to the oligarchs. I dared to cut the puppet strings of their influence, which is the worst kind of betrayal in their eyes.
I pull the brim of my baseball cap lower and head toward the Bosco Café. Beneath a frilly white umbrella sits Mikhail Aslanov,who looks out of place among the pink hydrangeas enclosing the busy outdoor dining area. He’s been mistaken for my bodyguard before with his tall, stocky frame and broad chest.
As I approach his table, he glances up, and his serious expression melts into a grin. “There you are, Kurochkin.” He rises to his feet and pulls me in for a hug, clapping me on the back.
He’s the only friend who can get away with this display of familiarity.
“Meeting out here in the open with a target on my back?” I step away and take my seat at the white café table across from him. “Do you wish to kill me?”
He lets out a deep laugh. “If I wanted you dead, you already would be.”
I take out my pack of cigarettes and offer him one. He shakes his head.
“Suit yourself.” With a shrug, I stick one of the cigarettes in my mouth and light the end.
He pats his flat stomach. “My trainer says it’s bad for my health, so I’m cutting back. Got to stay in shape.”
“I thought that’s what steroids were for?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He winks and settles back into his chair. “Anyway, when will you get sick of bumming around Europe and come to university with me?”
“Assuming Willow passes her entrance exam, and she will, we’ll join you in Zurich for the fall term.” I take a drag and hold the smoke in my lungs for a moment before releasing it.
“It’s too bad you didn’t bring her with you. It would be nice to see your girlfriend again with some clothes on.”
I shoot him a warning glare.
He throws his hands up in mock surrender. “I’m just saying. You two were a little preoccupied when I met her at your birthday party, so I didn’t get a chance to talk to her much.”
Ah, yes. I almost forgot that Willow and I had an audience that night when she told me she loved me for the first time. Exhibitionism isn’t really my style, but Willow craves the attention, and who am I to deny her deepest, darkest fantasies?
“Is that a smile?” Mikhail asks, feigning shock. “Prince Alek is smiling like an idiot over a girl?”
“Not just any girl.Thegirl.”
Mikhail raises his thick, dark eyebrows. “It’s that serious, huh?”
