Page 52 of Cruel Russian Monster
He gave me a small grin. “No problem.”
As I made my way up the stairs, I couldn’t stop the hope curling inside me. Maybe tonight, Jaroslav would find his way between my thighs again…and remind me exactly how good we are together.
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Six and a half hours later, we were in Florida, already checked in to our villa, which had its own private entry and a secluded stretch of beach just for us.
I’d convinced Jaroslav to come with me to the resort’s game night, which promised everything from Twister and Monopoly to oversized Jenga and Snakes and Ladders. The air buzzed with energy as laughter echoed off the walls, shouts of victory and playful trash talk filling the space. Jaroslav lingered close, watching as I bounced between games.
Eventually, I got him to join me for a round of Jenga. You’d think, judging by the laser focus in his eyes, that he was strategizing an entire faction operation. Of course, he won. But for once, he looked relaxed, almost at ease, and after everything that’d happened between us in the past few weeks, that was a win in itself.
Later, we found our way back to the villa and sank into the beach chairs, a bottle of wine between us, as we stared at the waves softly crashing against the shore.
I closed my eyes as the cool breeze kissed my skin. Jaroslav may not have been mine to claim. But for now, on this trip, under this sky, I was going to enjoy every second I got with him.
Chapter 15 - Jaroslav
After Vera fell asleep on the beach chair last night, I carried her to her room.
The villa was spacious, with two ensuite bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, a back porch with a pool, and our own private beach. She made it clear that things were casual between us, and I agreed to it because I told myself I was done being tempted by her. Not only did I need to have her, but once I did, I wouldn't be tempted again.
But tasting her hadn’t satisfied the hunger; it only intensified it.
As she snuggled into me while I carried her, my cock hardened.
Once in her room, I tucked her under the covers. I wanted nothing more than to take her clothes off. I loved seeing her squirm under my hands. And when I told her she couldn't cum until I told her to? Fuck! She obeyed, no questions asked. It made me want her even more.
I dragged my hand down my face and sighed. It took everything I had to turn around and walk out.
After checking that the security alarms were set, I took a quick shower and slid into bed.
Sleep didn’t come easy, and when it finally did, it didn’t stay. I was awake again just two hours later, restless and on edge.
By five a.m., I was already out on the back porch, watching the waves roll in, and at seven, breakfast arrived.
Instead of waiting for her to come out, I carried the tray to Vera’s room.
She wasn’t in the outfit she wore last night. At some point, she’d gotten up and changed into a purple thin-strapped satin top and boyshorts. She was curled around a pillow, her mouth slightly open.
I sat next to her, unable to resist the urge to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. She moaned softly in her sleep, and when I brushed the back of my hand along her arm, I watched her nipples harden beneath the thin fabric of her top.
A low growl rumbled in my chest.
I stood abruptly and walked out of the room. I didn't want Vera to think I brought her on the trip to just have sex with her, and we hadn't really spoken about what happened between us. The last thing I wanted was for her to regret what we did and make our little trip away feel uncomfortable.
In the kitchen, I grabbed the tray with my breakfast and ate quickly, trying to silence the fire sparked by touching her. A cold shower helped…barely.
When I stepped out of my room again, Vera was on the sofa, legs tucked under her. She’d changed into black shorts and a red fitted top with cap sleeves, her hair pulled back casually as she flipped through a resort brochure.
She looked up at me and smiled. “Good morning.”
“Morning.”
“So, I've been looking at a few things we can do today.”
I loved how her eyes lit up. I sat on the other end of the sofa, turning to her.
“Such as?”
