Page 48 of The Tsar's Obsession
Slowly but confidently, his hand on my neck, his hot lips marked mine, his tongue sliding inside my mouth, waking me up better than any cup of coffee ever could. “Mmm. You like cream with your coffee,” he remarked when he pulled away slightly and pecked my cheek. “Let’s go, Sunshine.”
“W-wait.” The word jumped out by itself. “Do we…do we have to go right now?” I held him back, hooking my index finger on his gold chain, not wanting this to end. Instead, the only place I wanted to be was in his arms while he carried me to his bedroom, his hands on my ass, my tongue in his mouth.
“Yes, baby,” he smirked. “We have to leave. Now.”
What a tormentor. He understood perfectly well what I wanted but chose to deny me. Instead, a car awaited us downstairs, all of it beginning to look very familiar. We arrived at a private jet, and it took off, Kirill staying silent all throughout our car ride.
Only when we were up in the air did I ask. “You going to tell me where we’re going, or do you enjoy keeping me prisoner?” I hated to admit that I loved it all. His secrecy, his confidence, his control. He took care of everything, effortlessly bringing me into his life.
Bahamas. We landed in the Bahamas so he could work, and I could enjoy a few beach days. Work. I wondered what kind of possibleworkcould bring him here.
"I hope you like it." Kirill’s authoritative voice filled up the opulent and cool living room we stepped into. We arrived at a monstrous-sized villa that stood on the beach and was surroundedby palm trees. Luxurious interiors and staff abounded, the fresh sea breeze permeating the atmosphere. And yet, heavy security stood right outside, the contrast making me feel uneasy.
My footsteps echoed on the gleaming marble floors while I followed Kirill through the spacious main living room, acutely aware that his eyes watched me like a hawk. I paused to take in the breathtaking view of the shimmering ocean right in the background of a deep blue infinity pool.
There were rooms on either side of the villa, a grand kitchen with an island that could seat half a hockey team, and muted, beachy tones throughout. A house on the beach, two pools, staff around the clock, a luscious garden, a tennis court, a gym, and more. Kirill lived like a king.
"Sorry, not much entertainment and people, but there is a library and yoga room and everything. I have work tomorrow, so I’ll be away during the day, but…” He paused, a smirk appearing on his face. “You’ll spend the evening with me, yes?”
He was already up against me, his hands finding their place on my waist, trapping all the air inside my lungs. I wasn’t used to anyone touching me so leisurely. I wasn’t used tohimtouching me like I belonged to him.
Before I could respond anything, he’d already decided, “But not tonight. Get rest; you’ll need it. And you had a difficult night last night.” With that, Kirill led me to one of the rooms, and with a mysterious smile, abandoned me inside a sprawling tropical oasis.
Unexpected turn of events.
A bit shocked that he would just close the door on me like that, I took in the spacious surroundings and the gorgeous views of the ocean and palm trees. All the interiors were carefully crafted from the finest materials, and the canopy bed was seducing me with its soft and plush bedding. Everything screamed luxury. Kirill wasn’t wealthy; he was untouchable.
I discarded my dress and fell onto the softest, most relaxing bed I’d ever laid my eyes on, but before I closed my eyes, I texted Viv.
Mia: I’m with Kirill in the Bahamas, he kidnapped me here, like the PSYCHO that he is. Also, he IS the guy from ten years ago who I met on my “little hoe journey” in Russia. Why’d you have to set me up like that?!
Before I could even place my phone down, Viv had already texted back.
Viv: You’re welcome and HOLY SHIT.
Viv: Maybe I should swear off sex for a few years too, damn, I need to find a man who’s that desperate to have me. He’s waited almost a decade to see you?!
I was just as shocked as Viv, still trying to process that he was indeed the same man.
Mia: He told me to get rest because “I’ll need it.” What do you think that means?
I floated into my sexual fantasies, both elated at the thought of having his hands all over my body again and scared for my own mental health.
Viv: I…wow. God bless your soul and save your pussy. Go be a nasty slut. Love you.
Before I drifted off to sleep, I vividly admitted to myself that with Kirill, I wanted to be exactly that—a nasty slut.
22
No Room For Mistakes
Kirill
Thiswaskillingme.I sent her off to sleep in her own room, unsure if I would be able to hold back. I wanted to make her beg, break her down, make her understand that she couldn’t resist this, couldn’t resistus.
The morning sun slipped over the horizon when I returned from my early swim the next day. It was all quiet in the house. Mia was still sleeping, and anticipation burst in my chest just at the thought. She was here, she wasmine, and she couldn’t go anywhere.
Breakfast was served, and Mia emerged from her room looking like a literal angel, dressed in a flowy light blue dress that ended right above her knees. Her hair down, she looked so relaxed and carefree. “You like the dress?” She twirled in front of me before taking her seat. “Who snooped around my apartment?”
