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He smiles at me. “Let’s go.”
So we go out for a walk in the town. It is colorful with tourists. Konstantin takes me to a Gelateria and treats me to the most delicious ice cream I have ever tasted in my life. We sit on a wooden bench facing the sea and eat it. Very soon there are big seagulls flying around us. Their wing spans are quite impressive. Their eyes are beady and somehow give the impression of cold creatures, but they are so tame they land on the ground close to us.
They want to share our food. I break off bits of my cone and throw the pieces to them. They fight over the scraps and Konstantin breaks off his cone and throws it to them. The gesture shows me the heart of the man. Generous. He is generous.
And I think how very, very lucky I am.
We go into a quaint old shop where I buy a big box of sweets, pastries, a bottle of good olive oil, artichokes, and local cheeses for my mom and Maddy. Everything looks so fresh and real, even some of the fruit and vegetables being sold are misshapen as if they came off a small family owned farm.
We go back to the room and while I am in the bath Konstantin goes to meet the hacker who is also staying in one of the hotel’s rooms. He is back while I am still in the bath so he comes into the bathroom and gently washes me.
We end up on the old-fashioned bed, which creaks. We laugh until we can laugh no more. We go to dinner in a seafood restaurant. Always when I am with Konstantin I have the impression I am in a dream. One day I will wake up and it will all be gone. It is what I feel when the waiters come to our table. They are all outrageous flirts and flatters.
They strip you with their hot eyes, but they do it all with such flamboyant flair you cannot take offence. It is all part of the dining experience. When we get back to the room, Konstantin falls on me. Apparently, he did take offence. He is wild with lust. Like an animal he claims me as his and… only his.
Again and again. All night long.
I go to sleep with the sound of the sea crashing on the rocks below. I am in a dream. A beautiful dream. When I wake up the sun is high in the sky. I turn and watch Konstantin, but he is already awake and watching me.
“Hey,” he whispers.
“Have you been watching me sleep?”
“Is that creepy?”
“It would be if it was not you,” I whisper. I nearly blurt out then that I have fallen in love with him, but I hold myself back. There will be time later. No need to rush. No need to rush at all.
“You look like an angel when you sleep. All that blonde hair is like a halo, and your skin is so flawless… you’re so beautiful.”
“My mouth is too big for me to be considered beautiful,” I mumble, slightly embarrassed by his compliments.
“Your mouth is perfect. My cock fits perfectly in it.”
“Ugh… the things you say,” I complain, pulling my pillow out from under my head and try to smack his head with it, but he catches it and rolls on top of me, his hard shaft pressing against my thigh.
“I love your mouth,” he growls possessively. “Every time I see it I want to either fuck it or fuck you.”
I stare into his eyes. In the sunlight pouring in from the windows they look so beautiful. “So what’s stopping you now?” I challenge.
“Sometimes I can hardly believe you’re real,” he murmurs almost to himself. “Can someone so innocent and pure really exist in this day and age?”
Instantly, I remember the painting. I am not pure and innocent. Until I tell him about it, what we have is a lie. The thought is painful. It ruins the dream. To forget I push him off me. He allows me to. Then I shimmy down and take his cock in my mouth.
The whole time he watches greedily as his big erect cock disappears between my lips and goes into my throat.
Konstantin
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* * *
The call from Thorne comes as soon as we touch down in the US.
“Meet me at the usual,” he says, and the line goes dead.
I know instantly that something has gone very wrong.
I toss my phone into my briefcase and put it on top of my suitcase in the car. Then I ask my chauffeur to drive Raine back to her apartment.
“Where are you going?” she asks, a frown on her forehead.
“Remember, the less you know the better,” I say, before I kiss her goodbye.
Then I hail a cab. As the cab makes it way slowly through the city traffic, I stare impatiently out of the window. For Thorne Blackborne to call me directly on my phone means something big has gone down and whatever it is concerns me.
