Page 51 of Cookie: Part One
It’s as if he can feel me looking at him because his head moves slowly, methodically scanning the crowd until he finds me and the air leaves my lungs. I try to look away… to pretend I don’t see him, but it’s too late. His eyes, even magnified by the dark lenses, feel like a physical, suffocating force.
He says nothing.
He doesn’t need to as he simply leaves his fiancé’s side and comes over, scoops me up, and carries me, uncaring of who sees over to where Nadya and Dimitri are sitting, placing me righton his lap… uncaring that Veronica stays staring the entire time, mouth wide the fuck open.
This is wild… like what the fuck am I doing?
CRACK!
A loud, sharp gunshot splits the air, and the crowderupts. The damn horses come rushing out of their gates, making the already tense crowd go haywire. I glance over when I hear a man down below, and someone climbs the side of the fountain to get a better view.
“RUN, RUN!” he screams like he’s coaching a stallion with trauma.
“AYYYYE! Zhat’s Zhunderbolt! Move, move, MOVE!” one of Mikhail’s cousins shrieks, holding twenty bands in his hands, waving them around like it’s Monopoly money.
Bro… this is…somewhere near the entrance, two uncles are already in a shoving match over which horse will win this race. Champagne flutes crash as the rest of the Bershov family lose their damn minds, including Pyper.
Meanwhile, my Black ass is just… sitting here, or more accurately, I’mplanteddead-center onMikhail’s lap while his hand rests lazily on my thigh, his thumb making slow, hypnotic circles.
I tilt my head, peeking at him, damn near drooling at how fine he looks in that black-on-black suit and loosened tie, leaning back and watching the race as Nadya and Dimitri lean over, whispering to him. I peek over to them, pussy already quivering, mind already gone.
I want to watch him and Dimitri fuck hard while Nadya and I… I can’t even finish my thoughts because his cold grey eyes drift to mine, and I jump, turning back around. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and I peek over, cringing when I see his fiancée watching a bitch like she’s ready with a sniper.
Honesty, I’m not even mad at her for being upset. Hell, if I see my fine ass, horse dick fiancé canoodling with another broad, I might be a lil upset too…or I might just fuck her, too!I’m the I don’t get mad, I get even typa bitch, unless I know her… but in this case, I’m kinda innocent.
I’m not condoning cheating or anything like that, but it’s clear as fucking day this man is going to do what the fuck he wants to do and I’m being held hostage to his whims! That’s not my fault! I was just supposed to… you know what? I’m not going to repeat myself, but I stand on what I said. Her eyes should be shooting daggers at his ass, not me!
I’on like the look on her face or the fact it’s geared towards me when everyone saw me walk in and sit next to Pyper. Mikhail came in and scooped me into his arms like a fucking ragdoll.I had no say!
So why the fuck is she looking at me with them eyeballs? Feeling petty, I turn so that our bodies are flush, my front to his front, and I wrap my arms around his neck. This man is like a vulture as he grabs my ass and drags me further up, grabbing my face, pulling me into a hot ass kiss.
“Ugnnn!” I whimper, shaking.
“Pechenye, my greedy girl… have you not had enough?” He smirks and goosebumps run over my body, thinking about how he ate my pussy and fucked me tenderly last night over and over. I smile like that Nene Leakes meme when I see her growl and walk off.Bitch, don’t ruin my dick-cation with your fucked up engagement!
“No,” I answer his question honestly because if I’m dead ass, I want some dick…and pussy, every day until I go home. This will be the vacation akin to Freaknik. Misha laughs, cupping my jaw.
“I like your greediness, Pechenye.” He kisses me again, and this time I hear Pyper gag.
“Ugh, not next to me!” She curls her lips, and I cackle.
“Hush and stop cock blocking,” I grit, and she rolls her eyes, winking with a smirk as the surrounding area goes quiet and I turn to see Grandpa Viktor approach us.Shit! Shit! Shit!
I can’t even open my mouth to do my normal greeting to him because of how ashamed I feel, but it’s not me he’s looking to, but Mikhail.
“I zhought I told you to be discreet,” he voices, and Mikhail grabs me by the waist.
“You did…and I said I vould zhink about it.”
“And?” I go to get up, wanting to get the hell away from this situation, but he slams me back down on his dick.
“And a conclusion has been reached,” he states dryly, and Grandpa Viktor closes his eyes, gritting his jaw.
“I see…” He turns from Mikhail and back to me. I’m fully prepared for him to look at me with contempt, but he takes my hand and kisses the back of it. “It’s good to see you today, my dear.” He smiles kindly.
“Y-you too, Grandpa Viktor,” I stammer and he walks off as I flop back against Misha.Damn… this is going to give me a heart attack.
“Misha,” I call out to him in a deadpan voice, and he runs his hand over my belly.
