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“Fit for a king, that’s what you are, my Annabella.” He said and licked his lips. He placed his hands on her hips.
She gasped, she felt so over sensitive. “You’re wet for me aren’t you Lyubimaya?”
She nodded like some mute, and could feel her pussy ache, the orgasm coming closer and the man didn’t even stroke her yet. He slid his palms up her waist, her ribs and cupped her breasts.
“Oh.” She whispered.
He moved to the back, unclipped the bra and watched her bra fall to the floor. His eyes darkened, that grey almost black like onyx and shimmering with need. He lowered to her right breast. He swirled his tongue over the areola, then across her nipple. The tiny bud hardened, and an imaginary line form her breast to her pussy tightened like a string.
“Oh God Ivan.”
“You are so responsive. So giving, and all mine. All fucking mine.” He said through clenched teeth and then kissed her hard on the mouth.
He plunged his tongue in deeply and she couldn’t resist touching him. She ran her hands along his hard, muscular hips. She could feel the ridges of the muscles, and then lower to his cock. She stroked the long, thick muscle and as he released her lips and gasped she didn’t think twice. She lowered to her knees and took her first taste of heaven.
He cursed in Russian, caressed her hair, her shoulder and moved slowly. She ravished him this time. Wanted to bring him to the breaking point and make him feel as needy and wild as he made her feel. Then suddenly he stepped back, picked her up as if she were light as a feather and he lowered her to the bed as he growled, aligned his cock with her pussy and thrust right into her. He moaned against her neck and shoulder and she hissed losing her breath. He was thick, long and hard. He stretched her inner muscles all night long and even now she felt achy, yet erupted in pleasure at every delicious stroke of his cock into her.
“Oh God Ivan, I feel so much. So much.”
“Da.” He said and holy shit even that aroused her. She was losing her mind with him. Becoming obsessed with this man, with his touch, his words, his actions.
“Harder Ivan. Take me. Claim me.” She said not even knowing where those words came from. She was so inexperienced but she wouldn’t be for long. Not with a lover like Ivan Sokolov. In and out he thrust his hips, he lifted up, those muscles of his flexed and she moaned some more. He pulled her thighs higher up against his waist and he stroked deeper and faster, unable to get enough of her. He stared into her eyes, grabbed for her hands, their fingers entwined and he pressed them up above her head and continued to thrust and stroke until he found his release. They held one another’s gazes. She almost felt like turning away. Like his stare, their connection was too deep, too carnal, and too raw with emotion but she didn’t. She parted her lips as her orgasm hit her.
“Ta Takaya Krasivaya.” He said to her in Russian and she didn’t know what he said but then he closed his eyes and came, he clenched his teeth, his temples pulsated and he looked so wild. I love you. She thought to herself as he exhaled then lowered down to kiss her lips, her jaw and then her neck.
“You aren’t going home. You will rest here, I will get you something to wear for work, and tonight you come back to the house in Rockland with me.”
She hugged him to her. Caressed his back and hair as he crushed her to the bed but she didn’t mind at all. She squeezed her thighs against his waist and kissed him back. Kissed his forehead and then his nose.
“Okay Mr. Sokolov.” He smirked so slightly and so fast she thought she imagined it. He tickled her neck and she giggled as he eased up, flipped her onto her belly and gave her ass a slap.
“Ivan.” She reprimanded and he pointed at her. She smiled bashfully as she wiggled to the edge of the bed. He offered her his hand. She took it and he guided her to the bathroom and the walk in shower, looking her over, keeping her close, sliding a possessive hand over her ass and hip, and making her feel like perfection despite the scar, and like life had just begun.
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“I’m surprised you let her out of bed never mind to work.” Commerce said to Ivan as he saw Ivan watching Annabella talking to a few male patrons.
They were laughing as she was doing her thing and his poor buddy looked ready to kill. He had never seen Ivan like this before. He sort of felt badly for him.
Ivan brought his attention back to Commerce.
“Are you set for the Gala event?” Ivan asked, ignoring Commerce’s comment.
Commerce chuckled. “Yes sir, all set to babysit.”
“It will be more than that. Roman and Dante explained the update about Marcollies’ position in a new business venture? He’s pissed off some individuals.”
“You aren’t able to help him with that?”
“It isn’t my business or my place to. However, there’s always money to be made from other people’s decisions and lifestyles. Hence, the security firm and hopefully, it’s a success.” Ivan told him.
“Oh, it will be successful. You’re very smart Ivan, I’m a bit jealous of your capabilities beyond the battlefield we shared.”
Ivan sat forward and stared at Commerce. “You are pretty damn capable yourself my friend. I can count on more than one hand the times your ideas got us out of a jam and saved us from meeting our maker. Don’t even try that bullshit with me. What’s really on your mind?”
Commerce thought about it. About this lifestyle, the changes coming swiftly and the benefits of being under Ivan Sokolov’s payroll. “I want to do things right. My men and I need this change. Need to find success in this. There isn’t much we’re good at besides blowing shit up, and killing off bad guys.”
“That is true. You each have so much to offer the business, and you’ll each find your niche, your specialties as we gain more jobs and the type of clientele expands. I have high hopes for Makarov Defense & Security. It’s a new way of providing protection and security for high profile clients in many professions and fields of life. In fact, if all goes well at the gala I do believe we will be gaining some other big shots, including government officials.”
