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I feel her body tremble and that tells me that there is so much more swirling around her mind. “We’ll go somewhere else, it’s no problem, but are you going to tell me what’s going on, Princess?” I say, lifting her chin so that I can look into the blue eyes that are wide, intense, and focused on my own as she contemplates how to respond.
“My family, they’re not what you would be accustomed to. They are, connected,” Marenah says and her eyes close with guilt, embarrassment, or something else.
“We all have skeletons, Princess,” I say, rubbing her shoulder.
“Whatever the history, or the story, we make the future,” I say as our driver pulls up to the penthouse that has been reserved in my name. The valet opens her side, and I walk around and guide her into the skyrise and toward the private elevator that takes us to the penthouse suite of the hotel.
I send a message to Nate who I just happen to know is still hanging out in Russia following my ass, no doubt at the ask of Jay. Dumbasses, they think I haven’t seen him trailing us, but I’ve had to have eyes in the back of my head since I was little. Almost as soon as my message is received my phone pings with his response. One word. Asshole. I laugh, knowing he’ll do as I asked.
“Would you like a drink, Marenah?” I ask, as the elevator opens to the luxurious condo. I push the remote that retracts the drapes and allows us an expansive view of the Russian capital and Moskva river. The view from my penthouse is even more impressive than the restaurant would have been, but I wanted her to be able to relax and show her a fun evening, not be thrown right into my home away from home right away.
“Please,” she says in response to my question about a drink, but she’s biting her lips. She’s nervous, the sexual tension between us is entirely palpable. She wants to lose her virginity tonight, and I want nothing more than to take it, but it won’t be rushed or hurried, so my Princess needs to relax.
I pour her a drink of the vodka that’s been left for us and take her hand, guiding her to the sofa that looks out over the city. “I had a great time today. I’ve never had so much fun touring a new city,” I say, and it’s true.
She crosses her leg over the other and the slit of her dress parts, exposing her long creamy thigh and calf. Her sandals showcase the slender ankles and French tipped toes, colored a perfect little pink, and all I can think about is having them wrapped around my neck as I drive my cock into her little virginal pussy.
Her cheeks flush as she realizes I’m looking at her bared skin and she tugs on the silky material of her dress to cover herself. “I did, too. Things like this, they don’t happen in my world, Matt. I don’t date. I don’t dress up for guys and go out on dates. This is all throwing me off my game a little,” Marenah says.
She’s apologizing for her innocence and doesn’t have a clue in the world how hot that is. I shift in my seat and take a sip of my drink. Fuck that’s strong. “Why did you pick that dress, Marenah?” I ask, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from her lips.
Her cheeks flush pink, and she runs her index finger over her thumb, a little habit I’ve noticed she has when she’s nervous. “Because Miss Thing was looking at you like you were her next meal and I wanted you to think I was sexy,” Marenah says, the embarrassment at her admission clear, but there’s something else brewing in those expressive eyes. She strokes her tongue over her bottom lip and my cock hardens to stone almost instantly.
“And you thought I wanted her?” I say.
She shrugs. “I’m not sure about that, but she’s probably more your type. Seemed like a little tiger, would definitely be able to keep up to you in the bedroom.”
“We should probably get something clear. I wouldn’t have traveled clear across the globe if you weren’t the one I wanted. The fact that you’re inexperienced and that I can teach you about sexual pleasure is almost intoxicating, it’s a gift, understand?” I ask, watching her pupils dilate as she takes in what I’ve said. I stroke her lower lip, the place her teeth have just left and graze over her velvety softness.
She nods. “Good, I had dinner ordered in, so let’s enjoy the meal when it arrives, the exceptional view, have a couple drinks and get to know each other a little more,” I say, just as the ding of the elevator alerts me that our dinner has arrived.
The caterers set up on the dining room table, and I watch as she observes the familiar Russian dishes being laid out before us. A plate of shashlyk, pork sliced thick and long and cooked over a gentle fire with a pomegranate marinade, and then a fruit pie stuffed with mulberries and topped with a delicious looking meringue.
The dinner is fabulous, and she explains the traditions behind some of the dishes as we eat and sip our drinks. When we are sated, I pull her to me. “I wanted to take you out to eat and then dancing in your beautiful dress before I unwrapped you,” I say, licking the seam of her lips.
“That’s so incredibly hot. I’m sorry it wasn’t the evening you were planning, but I’ve had the best time, and I want you to be my first,” Marenah says shyly, kissing my lips.
9
MARENAH
The elevator doorsopen to his penthouse, and I inhale deeply, trying to wrap my head around the turn of events. I have never been able to commit. The thought of getting close to someone has always been a hard limit for me, knowing my mother, my sister, and I were rejected by our father before my birth. I’ve watched my sister attach herself to any man that would give her affection, year after year since she learned the truth about our father. It was too much, and I vowed never to let a man get close to my heart, give him that power over me, the ability to devastate me like that.
I might indulge every once in a while in a little extracurricular activity, a kiss or a little feel, but then my head always gets in the way. Maybe because, until now, there’s never been this energy, this burning inferno that sparks whenever Matt’s anywhere near me. The physical attraction that I have for this man is too powerful, and I know he feels it too.
“Stand up for me. I want to see my package,” Matt says, and everything in my core clenches with desire for this man. I don’t know why he’s the one that I want to give my virginity to, but my body has selected him and I know it on a deep primal level. I stand, shy, and spin for him, and the desire in his eyes is intoxicating and probably mirrors that of my own.
“Absolutely gorgeous, Princess. Turn, I want to unwrap you,” he says, and I do what he asks, spinning on my heels until I am faced away from him. He unzips the small zipper from my lower back to right above my ass and then slides the delicate straps over each shoulder, peeling them down my arms, holding the material in place while he kisses my neck and shoulders, trailing after the missing material as he does.
The moan of pleasure is mine, but his cock grows even harder against my ass at the sound of it. “You’re so responsive, Princess. We’re going to go slow, and you’re going to tell me exactly what you like or don’t like, understand?” Matt says, whispering in my ear while he licks the inside of the shell.
I shiver, and he pulls me tighter against him, pushing his cock against my ass.
“That’s right Princess. Tell me what you like, moan for me, just like that,” Matt says, letting the rest of the material of my dress glide down the length of my body until it hits the floor in a pile at my feet. I step out of it, standing in just a white lacy thong and pewter-colored Jimmy Choo sandals. The silver straps circle my ankles and show off my painted toes, and their height and angle causes my ass to tilt upward.
I have never felt so desired, so wanton, and as he spins me, the look in his eyes devours me, and makes me feel wanted. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, Princess,” he says, stroking my nape with one hand, letting his fingers of the other hand glide over my nipple, pulling me close, kissing my lips, softly at first, but with increasing passion as I open to him. His tongue captures mine, at the same time he pulls my body closer, rubbing against me before he lifts me.
“Wrap your legs around my waist and hang onto my neck, Princess,” Matt says, and I do as he’s asked, and he walks us into his bedroom. He lays me onto the soft down comforter and spreads my legs with his hands. “Stay open for me, Marenah,” Matt says, kissing down the length of my body, taking his time, sucking on one nipple, then the other, kissing my navel and exploring its center with his tongue before trailing lower, rolling his forefinger through the most sensitive part of my body, blowing on my sex with the warmth of his breath.
