4. Nik

4

I'm not surprised in the slightest when the woman in front of me demands I kiss her.

This moment was inevitable from the second I saw her from across the room and decided she was mine.

One way or the other, tonight would always end with her in my arms. Everything else was just details.

I didn't, however, foresee just how badly the mere thought of kissing her would affect me.

I suppose I should've had an inkling of it when the first glimpse of her blue eyes rendered me momentarily speechless.

If not that, then the fact that touching her soft skin had utterly driven me to distraction should have given me pause.

Yet, somehow, even after all these signs, I didn't expect to notice my heart thundering in my chest in anticipation of the warmth of her lips against my own. Or to feel my member uncomfortably strain against the tight confinement of my trousers when she scratched the back of my neck with her fingernails.

It is disconcerting to acknowledge that she effortlessly evokes these visceral responses from me. Above all, I pride myself on being a rational and level-headed man, even under duress—especially under duress.

It was by keeping my emotions in check and dispassionately planning my every step that I managed to become the Russian bratva's pakhan in my mid-twenties and still hold that envied position a decade later.

Like most men, I have a healthy appetite and appreciation for sex and beautiful women, but it's still perplexing that a mostly innocent and platonic interaction with a girl—even one as naturally sensual and attractive as the one before me—has me struggling to conceal an erection in a crowded party. I haven't needed to deal with such humiliating embarrassments since I was a teenager.

The only explanation for this astonishing behavior is that I have allowed myself to go too long without a woman.

In all honesty, managing my legitimate business enterprises and handling my bratva affairs is enough to keep my plate full. This ordeal involving Patrick McGuire and Maxim hasn't made my life any easier. Since my friend's return, I've been too distracted to make time for sex. With so much on my mind, finding the time and motivation to pursue women hasn't been a priority lately.

Until tonight—everything changed tonight. One look at the woman in the sexy black velvet dress, and suddenly, it's hard to fathom that anything could be more urgent than the need to peel off her gown and fuck her until she can't remember the name she refuses to give me.

She licks her bottom lip while gazing at my mouth with a look on her face I can only describe as longing. I don't know if it is a calculated move intended to drive me over the edge or if she can't help herself. I'm not even sure which option is worse. Or better, I suppose.

Regardless, it doesn't matter. The result is the same either way. I can no longer restrain myself. I wrap my right hand around the back of her bared neck to pull her closer as I lean forward and take her mouth with my own.

Fuck.

I assumed—or hoped—that my awareness of her unnerving effect on me would lessen or even counter my inexplicable reactions to her. Short of physically bracing myself, I did all I could to prepare for what I knew would be a shamefully intense response to the velvety touch of her lips.

She softly moans against my mouth, eagerly greeting my tongue with her own, and I understand how ridiculously foolish and futile my attempt was.

There was nothing—absolutely nothing—I could have ever done to prepare myself for the reality of what kissing this woman feels like. Not in the meager few moments I had since she urged me to kiss her. Not in the thirty-something years I've had on this planet.

Had I been granted a thousand years to wander the earth and prepare for this instant, it would likely not have been enough.

I might as well have been struck by lightning—every inch of my skin is alive and electrified by her touch.

She runs her hands down my chest in an excruciatingly slow way that has to be designed to drive me to sheer madness. Without warning, she grabs hold of my jacket, pulling me closer, hard and fast. All I can do is groan against her mouth.

Our flirtatious banter from earlier was light-hearted and charming, but our kiss is setting a different mood. It changes things—it changes everything, actually—at least as far as I'm concerned. But if the intense way she's clinging to me as her clever little tongue twists around mine is any indication, I would say the feeling is most certainly mutual.

My plan was to convince her to leave the gala with me tonight. I meant to take her to the presidential suite of my favorite hotel, conveniently located only a few blocks from here. There, I was going to take my time uncovering and discovering what her pretty dress conceals until she begged me to fuck her. Repeatedly.

Now, I don't think I can wait that long. I have a feeling I won't even last that long. This desperate need is entirely foreign to me. Yet, somehow, I recognize with perfect clarity that self-restraint and delayed gratification are beyond my capabilities at the moment.

This realization is a profound shock to a man as self-assured and disciplined as I like to think I am. I can only assume that the fastest way to disperse whatever spell she has cast on me is to satiate this visceral hunger she has awakened as swiftly as possible. I don't think it would be wise to let this feeling grow, festering and taking hold inside of me.

Even more importantly, I can't risk her changing her mind. It took me a good deal of cajoling to even get this far with her. I have to close the deal as soon as possible. I couldn't bear it if she got cold feet and backed out now.

In a feat of truly exceptional mental dexterity, I manage to divert enough brain power to the vital task of remembering the museum's layout while her breasts are pressed against my chest. An impressive feat, considering how much of my blood flow is currently diverted to the opposite direction of my brain.

There must be somewhere around here where I can get her by herself. If I'm not inside her in the next few minutes, I don't know what I will do.

Even through the too many layers of clothing we're unfortunately still wearing, I can tell her nipples are stiff. My train of thought is derailed by my awareness of her, and it takes me a few seconds to stop wondering what shade of pink the hardened peaks might be.

My cock inadvertently twitches against the warmth of her stomach and I recall that, across the gardens, a few dozen yards beyond where the orchestra still plays, there's a vacant room. The museum's staff will sometimes store extra chairs or other supplies in there during events such as tonight's party.

It's likely unlocked and unoccupied right now. Most importantly, it's close by and private. It isn't the Four Seasons, but it will have to do.

Right hand still clinging to the back of her neck, I drag my left one down the smooth skin of her back until it reaches her generous ass. I palm it without hesitation, holding her hips close to mine as I move towards where the backroom is located.

She doesn't protest. Instead, she wraps her arms tighter around my neck, deepening our embrace. I want to drown in her kiss and her scent. She smells fresh, of freesias and bitter oranges. It's addictive, sexy, and hypnotic, just like the woman in my arms. I can't get enough of it.

With my lips, I trace a path from her maddening mouth to her ear. I kiss it before nipping her earlobe. She barely stifles a moan, allowing a deep sigh to escape her lips instead. I brush mine against her neck, lingering, relishing her delicious perfume.

Still entangled with her, I open the door to the deserted room once we reach it. As we stumble inside, I swiftly kick the door closed.

The overhead lamps are off, but the floor-to-ceiling glass wall next to the entrance allows enough light in the darkened room. It's obvious that someone recently used it as a makeshift office. Extra chairs were stacked against the far wall, and a filing cabinet and a bookshelf stand next to them. A sturdy-looking writing desk sits a couple of inches away from the glass panels with an armchair that has seen better days next to it.

I envisioned taking her atop silk sheets in a place with an atmosphere more conducive to romance. This room isn't ideal, but it will suffice. At least it's mercifully cooler in here than out there. I plan on making it up to her in different ways.

Thankfully, she doesn't seem to mind. She most certainly doesn't voice any complaints as I pull her into my arms once more and begin kissing her anew. I pet the bare skin of her back, allowing my hand to drift to her hip, then her thigh.

She presses her breasts against my chest while moving her hips against my erection, and I direct my caresses to her upper body. My hand smooths its way up from her leg—all the way to her rib cage.

As my lips descend upon her neck again, I brush her nipple with my thumb through the fabric of her dress. I pinch it, feeling a surge of satisfaction when she moans in response.

Torn between nipping or sucking the velvety expanse of her neck, I go on to shower her skin with open-mouthed kisses. I need to claim her, to mark her as my own. It's an unsettling realization. I don't understand where these unfamiliar urges are coming from, but I can't bring myself to care at this particular moment. All that matters is the feel of her.

All night, I've watched her from afar, wondering what she would feel like and what she would taste like. Even though I gave my imagination free rein, I couldn't have dreamed she would taste this sweet or that her scent would make me feel as if I had inhaled a fifth of vodka in the span of a couple of minutes. And now she's as docile as a kitten in my arms, truly mine for the taking.

I cup her breasts and massage her flesh, rolling her nipples between my finger and thumb. She groans against my skin and tangles her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer. She stretches out her other hand, rubbing my shaft over my pants, and I find myself growling like a madman against the softness of her skin.

Impatiently, I hook a finger over the edge of the neckline of her dress. I need to see her. Like a schoolboy, I shudder in anticipation, almost dying to suck on the delicate skin of her breasts.

"Nik," she says, panting.

My mouth vibrates against her collarbone. "Mmm…"

"I need to touch you…"

I press her hand that currently covers my erection against it, and she lightly squeezes it. A groan escapes my lips.

"Then touch me, milaya. I'm yours for the taking."

Anxious to see her, I tug her tight-fitting dress a couple of inches down her torso. I spot the hint of a pink nipple over the neckline. Unable to resist it, I lower my head to it, licking it.

She grasps my member as she cries out in pleasure. I suck on the peak, and her moans become louder.

"Nik, I need to touch you now."

A hand still against the front of my pants, she forcefully pushes against my chest until my body lands on the armchair I noticed earlier.

She stands before me, slightly breathless at first, until a subtle, almost imperceptible change comes over her. If I had blinked, I would have missed it. She takes a deep breath, squaring her shoulders. Fascinatingly, she slowly runs her hands over her hips and her stomach. Without pausing, her hands brush against her breasts and climb up her neck to her dark hair.

She waits until my distracted gaze, busy taking in her body and movements, meets hers. Without breaking eye contact, she smirks at me before letting her hair down. It cascades down her neck, enveloping her shoulders.

I want to pull her to me at once, but she is so mesmerizing at this moment that I find myself enthralled by her. I worry that if I move a muscle, I will dispel the magic of the moment, so I eagerly wait for her next move instead.

She turns around, showing me her back again before glancing at me over her shoulder. With a wink, she pulls her dress down her body. At last, it pools at her feet.

My eyes devour every inch of skin she teasingly reveals. My cock twitches when I take in the sight of her black silk thong.

My fingers dig into the chair's upholstered arms and I fight the urge to drag her to my lap so I can immediately and swiftly take her. I wouldn't dare interrupt her right now.

She glances at me over her shoulder before turning to face me with her arms crossed over her chest. She steps closer to me, smiling.

After placing a high-heeled shoe between my legs, dangerously close to my aching shaft, she leans forward.

While biting her bottom lip, she lowers her arms.

A curse escapes my lips. So beautiful…

As riveted as I am by the show she is putting on just for me, the sight of her so close—clad in nothing but a few straps of silk and lace—destroys whatever self-restraint I still possess. I reach forward to bring her body flush against mine, desperate to feel the bare skin of her breasts for the first time.

"Ah-ah-ah," she says while retreating from me. "Slow your roll, big guy. It's my turn now." She pushes me back onto the chair, and I let her have her way. For now.

Sitting back, I watch her approach me once again. She sits astride my lap, nothing but the thin scrap of fabric covering her where I long to touch her. I raise my hand to feel her chest instead, but she grabs my wrists before I can do so, placing my arms back on the chair's armrest.

She smirks at me. "Not yet." I comply for the time being, curious to learn what the siren has in mind for me. "There's something about sitting almost completely naked on top of a fully clothed guy that really turns me on. I like this, Nik. A lot. I think you like it, too."

With a teasing smile, she rotates her hips, rubbing her warm sex against my aching cock. I groan, clutching the chair so tightly I'm worried for a second that its old frame will snap in two. Even through the thick wool of my pants and the softness of her panties, I can still feel her wet heat.

"Let me touch you, milaya, and I'll show you just how much I like it," I say, my accent growing thicker.

"Mmm. That mysterious word again, in that voice of yours." She shudders, a mischievous glint in her dark blue eyes. "A girl can only get so wet, you know."

She moves my hands from the chair's armrest to her hips, leaning forward to kiss me. I expect her kiss to be as hard and urgent as before, but she surprises me by lightly touching my mouth with her own. Her tongue slowly runs over the seam of my lips.

My fingertips dig into the firm flesh of her ass as I thrust my hips upwards, craving the friction against her warm center. Her measuredly restrained touch is simultaneously pure bliss and torture. I can't hold back a groan as her tongue gently touches mine.

Spurred on, she tangles her fingers in my hair and picks up the pace, kissing me with renewed enthusiasm. Moaning into my mouth, she spreads her legs wider over my lap. She begins moving her hips again, rubbing my length against the silk of her underwear. Her breasts bounce and brush against my chest as she does so, making my thoughts grow hazy.

So warm… I need to bury myself inside her.

I move against her, matching her pace. Grinding harder and faster against my enlarged cock, she breaks away from our kiss to lean back. Unable to stop myself, I cover her breasts with my mouth. I flick her nipple with my tongue before sucking it hard. She yells out, clasping my head against her chest.

Her breaths grow more and more ragged while her hips forcefully press against mine in a maddening rhythm as she desperately tries to push herself over the edge. The warm feel of her silk-covered lips along my erection is almost enough to make me spill inside my pants.

Our hips buckle almost uncontrollably, and she gets closer and closer to climax. The scent of her skin and her arousal—coupled with the sight of her beautiful body writhing over my cock—make the pressure that has been building up inside me all night come to a boiling point. My frustration reaches an unbearable degree. Suddenly, I can no longer tolerate the idea of any barriers between me and her sex. I need to see it, and I need to taste it. I must feel it against my tongue and lips as she comes for me.

So, I rise from the groaning chair and carry her to the desk facing the wall-sized windows. I sit her down on top of it, not wasting a second before kneeling between her legs until my face is level with her hips.

Finally, I spread her legs wide, taking a moment to watch her from this angle. Her black silk tongue is visibly wet, and her scent makes me bite back a growl.

I trace a finger along the edge of her panties, and all thoughts of slowly savoring the moment and making her linger on the cusp of climax for a while are discarded in an instant once I feel her wetness against my fingertip. I hook my finger around the fabric and tear it apart, revealing all of her.

She gasps at my unexpected move, but I'm too distracted by the sight of her to say anything. I almost sigh. Gorgeous girl…

Raptly, I take in the glistening folds of her sex for a moment, but the urge to learn what she tastes like is too strong for me to resist it any longer.

As I settle in between her thighs, I don't even consider starting slowly. Instead, I kiss her hungrily. At my first taste of her, my eyes close and another groan escapes my lips.

She cries out and weaves her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer before spreading her legs wider.

I stretch out my arms, touching the tips of her breasts as I trace her lips with my tongue. I flick it over the tiny nub of flesh in her center. Her breaths become even more erratic, and she unabashedly grinds her hips against my mouth.

I'm high on her taste, her scent and her reactions. I never knew that it was possible to experience this much ecstasy simply from pleasuring another. Slowly dragging my right hand down from her hypnotic breasts to where my mouth savors her, I use my thumb to circle her opening lightly.

"Please, Nik," she says between pants.

I'm more than eager to give her what she's begging for, but I'm not quite ready to let go of her taste just yet. She's close, so I take my time savoring her as she grows wetter and wetter from my kiss.

My thumb enters her, and she cries out again. So warm…I can't wait to be inside her.

I thrust my thumb in and out of her core as she moans in rhythm with my movements.

She pulls my hair so hard it wouldn't surprise me if tufts of it fell off my head. Her moans become louder, and her hips urgently grind against my face in an almost painful way. She's on the brink of coming. As much as I'm craving the taste of her orgasm, I need to feel it on my cock even more.

No longer able to restrain myself, I stand up, looking at her.

She's a vision, absolutely breathtaking. Her beautiful hair fans around her face, and her blue eyes are even darker.

As I study her, she raises her hands to cup her breasts, spreading her legs wider while meeting my gaze with her mesmerizing eyes.

So, I grab her hips and flip her body over until she is bent at the waist over the desk before me, her feet barely grazing the floor. I position myself behind her, smoothing my hands over her backside before grabbing hold of her flesh to hold her in place. She is as soft and warm there as everywhere else.

I make quick work of the bulging zipper of my pants while she turns slightly to glance at me over her shoulder. Her eyes first connect with mine, then trail down my body until her gaze lands on my hand clutching my erection as I'm about to put it inside her. I stroke myself once, and she bites her bottom lip, pressing her hips back against mine.

Holding her still, I place the tip of my shaft against her wet sex. The feel of her warmth is almost more than I can take, and it's almost impossible not to bury myself inside her in one deep thrust. Instead, I move my hand up and down her back, watching her arch it in response.

She pants, her breath fogging the glass wall before us. "Please."

Still clutching her hip, I begin working my cock head inside her. As her body tries to accommodate me, she hisses in a breath, twitching and trembling. Inch by inch, I slowly feed my length inside her, trying to make this moment last as much as I can.

Once I'm fully buried in her center, I grind my hips against hers, and she cries out in pleasure. With the last shreds of my self-control, I manage to stop myself from thrusting immediately, allowing her a moment to grow accustomed to my size.

The onslaught she is wreaking on my senses is almost too overwhelming. The moonlight and the bright lights from the party outside bathe her skin through the window's glass as her heat envelopes my shaft and her tight pussy welcomes me. I can smell the perfume of her skin mingled with the scent of our arousal. Her erratic pants and my thundering heartbeat break the silence inside the room.

It's enough to make me wonder for an instant if I could go mad from this unbearable pleasure.

Unable to contain myself any longer, I begin thrusting. I move my left hand up her back and grab the back of her neck. I wrap my right arm around her waist until I am cupping her breast and pinching her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

"Oh, God…" She undulates her hips against mine as the sound of her moans echoes around us.

I hiss in a breath as she rocks against me, my cock pulsating inside her as I drive harder and faster into her body. I buck my hips more forcefully, and her teeth audibly clatter.

"Ah, yes, Nik! Do that again, please…"

So I do, over and over again, until she reaches back between our legs to cup my sack. I groan at her touch before grabbing her wrist. As I hold her arm against her back, I repeatedly plunge into her sex in a punishing rhythm, while my other hand tortures the hard tips of her gorgeous breasts.

"No, milaya. I won't let you make me come before I'm done fucking you."

She grinds her hips against mine and spreads her legs wider apart, wordlessly urging me to drive into her deeper. I draw her body up until she is leaning against my chest, my cock still seated all the way inside her core.

The large glass windows show us our reflection, and I can't stifle a groan upon seeing her breasts tantalizingly bouncing up and down as she moves against me. I raise my hands to touch them, and our eyes connect through the makeshift mirror.

Beyond our reflection, the gala goes on a few yards away. Hundreds of elegantly dressed men and women carry on, unaware that I have this naked beauty writhing on my cock.

I'm so deep inside her I feel the exact moment she notices the people on the other side of the glass. The undulating of her hips slows down for a brief second before she gasps.

I pinch her nipples again and buck hard against her, forcing a moan out of her plump lips.

"Shh. It's okay, milaya. It's much darker in here than out there. You see them, but they don't see you…"

She takes a second to process my words, but soon enough, she increases her pace again.

As I lean down to kiss her neck, I study her via our reflections. The view of her sensual body fully uncovered and displayed for my enjoyment is utterly mesmerizing and hypnotic, but it doesn't escape me that her eyes are lingering on the gala's attendees as they merrily dance and talk.

Her pants become more erratic, and the cadence of her hips grows more urgent. Somehow, her little sheath gets more slick as she bounces up and down my shaft.

I nip her neck before moving my mouth to her ear. "My naughty, naughty girl. You like having an audience, don't you?"

Her only response is to bite her bottom lip, turning her head to catch my mouth with her own. Her kiss is frantic and sloppy, and it brings me closer to the edge.

I break our kiss, meeting her eyes through the glass windows again. As she watches, I cover her right hand with mine before bringing it to her chest. I make her cup her breast before sliding our joined palms down her stomach until we reach her wet sex.

As I mercilessly thrust inside her, I use our fingers to spread her lips open and search for her clitoris. We lightly touch it, and she throws her head back, moaning.

"No, no, milaya. Don't close your eyes. I want you to watch yourself come in front of all of them."

With a gasp, she raises her head, looking at our hands through the mirror. As our fingers rub—and my cock drives deep inside her—I almost yell in ecstasy. Her little sighs of pleasure punctuate my heartbeats, and it isn't long before my seed starts to climb inside my length.

While our fingers work her sex mercilessly, I discern the first contractions of her sheath around me. I'm desperate to draw it out as much as possible, but we are both past the point of no return.

She leans forward, resting her other hand on the desk and arching her back. She grinds her hips against me hard and fast, crying out. So, I run my other hand over her plump ass, her back, until I reach her head. Too far gone to bother with pleasantries, I grab a handful of her luscious brown hair as I forcefully thrust into her.

She moans as she spreads her knees wider, writhing her hips with increased urgency. "Nik…"

I never stop plunging between her legs as our fingers rub the little nub of flesh above her entrance.

My cock pulses inside her again, almost in anticipation, just before she gasps, her entire body tensing. She screams as her sheath squeezes me, begging for what my body yearns to give her. Hoarsely, I groan against her skin, immediately joining her. A violent orgasm burns through me like a searing iron, and I shudder with mindless pleasure as I pour into her.

Sheer ecstasy…