Chapter Four - Ruslan

She's so willing. Too willing for my liking, and I want to know why. I have so many questions. So innocent and magnetizing to touch. Her lips remind me of pillows of silk, and she's not like the other women who've thrown themselves at me. None of them have captivated me to the same degree as Fiona has, and I'm determined to figure out why.

Nobu Hotel, Chicago is the right place for a woman of her caliber. She can't be a day over twenty-five. There's no way, and her friends are no better, having left her in the hands of a sophisticated Bratva predator. What are they thinking? And she said yes so easily. Doesn't she know what I could do to her? I'm one of the most dangerous men in Chicago.

In all honesty, she should watch her back. Fiona, you and I are about to have some fun tonight. Soon enough that red dress is going to be on a hotel floor. Sliding off the barstool first, I guide Fiona through the crowded dance floor, moving both men and women out of the way to get us to the exit. It's been a long time since I've been this excited about a woman, and it's got me more intrigued than ever. What makes her brave enough to approach a Bratva Don with such confidence?

She must not know who I am. As we drive to the hotel, I contemplate this, giving her the option of an out, but with the knowledge that she won't take it.

"Are you sure you want to join me at the hotel?"

"I'm here, aren't I? There's no need to worry about if I want to be here or not?"

"Good." We arrive at the Nobu Hotel soon enough, and when we enter the luxurious establishment, I take her hand, linking my fingers through hers and wanting to slam her against the wall just to sink my fingers into a piece of her heavenly flesh. There's a hypnotic trance she has me wrapped up in, and my goal is to unravel it.

Checking us in at the front desk, I swipe my credit card, the fire in my veins blazing with full force. I can't wait. It's almost unbearable to handle.

"See, it's much more peaceful here, right?" I tell her in a convincing tone.

"Yeah, I guess it is," Fiona replies quietly making me wonder what she's thinking. I've never cared about what women are thinking before, so I'm not sure why I give a goddamn now. I let her walk ahead, my cock twitching beneath within my jeans as my eyes soak in the sashay of ample hips beyond their age. Silently, I curse as another couple enters the elevator before us. I drop a hand to the small of her back, craving her touch and entering the elevator with a smoldering cloud of passion enveloping us.

I want the buxom brunette all to myself, and I will the people riding with us to get the fuck out of the elevator as soon as they reach their floor. As we stand side by side towards the back, I eclipse Fiona's hand with mine, squeezing it—the fiery electricity ramping up between us.

She doesn't pull away, her cat-like eyes staring back at mine and as I look down at her, I show her a glimpse of the fire buried inside of me, wanting her to know I'm expressing extreme self-control, because right now all I want to do is ravish her against the wall.

My heart pounds rapidly in my chest as the illuminated lights of the elevator pause on floors and more revelers from Nobu Hotel bar join us.

Fuck off. Get off the elevator. Come on.

Ping. The elevator door parts as the first set of guests depart. Good. Get the fuck out.

I link my fingers with hers, digging deeper, wanting more and I can feel her body humming, waiting to be touched. We don't speak, but when she squeezes my fingers back, I know she wants me just as badly as I want her. One more ping and the next bar guests exit the elevator, leaving only a couple more people with us.

Two stops pass and the heat in the elevator rises. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever encountered, and thankfully we eventually reach thirty-nine. Our floor— except our hotel room, is at the end of the corridor, and it takes everything in me not to jam her up against the wall and take her. I will myself to stop, enjoying the game of waiting.

I open the door to the suite, flicking on the light. Fiona steps into the room, scouting around the place. "Wow, this is nice."

" You're nice," I whip back, my dark pupils baiting hers. Her lighthearted laughter tugs at a deep recess inside of me, and it's a deep pit that I've always thought would remain empty. She's driving me insane. How does she do this without a word?

"Do you want something to drink?" I ask her silkily as she stands near the window, looking out over Chicago.

"Hmm, no. I'm fine. I don't need anything," she replies mildly, closing the blinds.

Crossing the threshold, I move forward, closing the gap, my heart rate driving up ten notches.

"Are you sure you don't need anything?" I reply coyly.

"You?"

"Correct answer." Grabbing her around the waist, I drag tight against me as her emerald eyes cling on to mine. Dropping my head towards hers, I tilt her chin upwards, drinking in her sweet lips as she stands on her tiptoes, the hot cavern of her mouth acting as my playground. With every taste of her exquisite mouth, I'm driven deeper into the mystery of her, and all it does is make me hungrier to claim her.

I let her come up for air, but not for long, slamming her body against the wall. She gasps in alarm, her eyes growing wide with the exchange. Her kisses are withholding, as if she's not experienced, but how can such a sultry beauty not be experienced? The grand key is she's willing. Already her fingers are in motion, working on my collared shirt, unbuttoning it at a rapid pace, thirsty for more.

"You are so sexy. You drive me nuts, girl in the red dress."

"Do I?"

"Yes, you do," I growl in a heavy pant. The open neck of my shirt reveals stories of my Mafia past underneath, and I watch, a smirk lining my face, but I keep my eyes on my prize. She will not reject me. She can't. I'm Ruslan Utkin, Don of one of the most notorious Bratva networks in the world. I'm sought after by just about every woman I've encountered, but I only want the one in front of me.

She draws an imaginary line over the ridge of my hard, seasoned chest muscles, her fingers gliding in fascination all over my body. Her hands feel too good. Abruptly, I drag them down to the hard bulge in my slacks. Her eyes widen in surprise, and when I see the innocence harbored inside of them, I know she's still a virgin.

"Wow." Her awestruck response over my rock-hard erection confirms what I already know to be true. Groaning, I tease her hand around in a circle, my cock swelling as my fiery breath covers her neck.

"Wow is fucking right, because right now, I want to be deep inside your hole," I command in a raspy whisper. "I need you," I tell her, growling like a bear.

Playfully, she giggles in response as I lift her red dress over her head, backing her down towards the bed.

"Then do it," she challenges with a pant, making my whole body throb in anticipation.

Her full lips are the perfect size to fit with mine, and as I take time to devour them, I cup her face. Her full breasts are practically spilling over and out of her black lace bra, lying in wait for my tongue. I can feel her fluttering with feverish excitement for my hungry touch, and I plan for the night to be a long one.

As she drags in ragged breaths, I slide down one side of her bra, greedily nibbling on her left breast, sucking and licking. I take it to her other side, repeating the process, licking and sucking the heat from her moans, fogging up the hotel windows. In the heat of the Chicago night, our bodies are communicating volumes without uttering a single word.

Smiling as I toss her bra aside, I gently lean her back on the bed, spreading her legs open. I don't immediately take her black lace panties off. Instead, I dip my fingers inside her moist center, probing, alarmed by how incredibly tight she is, and it only makes me want her more.

A stunning virgin in my bed. Oh, what a fucking celebration treat. Her generous hips swivel in hesitation around my fingers as I open her up little by little, using one finger first, her tight pussy only making me want her more.

"Are you a virgin?" I ask her gently as she becomes even wetter, allowing a two-fingered entry. Again, we remain wordless as she nods her head yes. I watch her face, enthralled, as she lies there with her long brunette hair. "Mm, I'll take it slow for you. This time." I grin, watching my fingers slide in and out of her pussy, listening to it sing. "You're so tight and hot. Let me lick to find out," I growl, falling to my knees in worship, guiding my mouth in between the folds of her velvety slickness.

I'm the first man to give her this experience, and I'm going to be the first one to make her come. Keeping my promise, I swirl and curl my tongue in and out of her folds, her breathing picking up in speed. Quivering to my touch, I help Fiona discover what feels good, testing and probing my tongue inside of her. I'm in heaven.

Lightly, I test out different pressures on her body, flicking in and out over her clit, sucking on it lightly. Deepening my tongue strokes, I valiantly seek her pleasure spots, finding her swollen clit and sucking. Her abs ripple in and out the more pressure I apply, rising and falling, but she's a little tight.

I think I've got her close, and I want her to come. Feeling her legs loosen, I pick up speed, swirling and dipping between her thighs. Her hips writhe under me as I go deeper, faster, circling, her choppy panting intensifying.

Then it happens. Her walls contract as she cries out in surprise. "Ruslan!" And her legs shudder. Backing off, I let her bask in the moment, her hair reminding me of a mermaid as it flows around her. Her face is flushed, and she's soaking wet.

She moans loudly without a word, her legs quivering as a river of nectar flows from inside her. Yes. Yes. Yes. Krasny oktyabr'. Red October is what she is to me. Rolling up her body, I suck a kiss out of her mouth before standing up and dropping my pants to the floor. As her eyes lightly flutter, and her stomach heaves in and out, I stare one more time at her, shaking my head. Standing up, I pull my underwear down, full mast, and Fiona's eyes languid with lust. She watches, awestruck, as I reveal my sizeable girth. I can't help but break out into a smile at her response.

Gently, I drop two fingers inside her moist center, guiding my cock in, gauging her comfort level. "Might hurt a little, but it should be okay, you're so wet," I growl.

She tenses, but I push a little more, testing her limits. She eases, trusting me as I move my hips, thrusting a third of the way.

"It's okay, you can go faster," she coaxes, and I thrust into her a little more.

"You're so tight and wet. We fit perfectly together." It's the truth, judging from the lucid look in the red-dressed beauty's forest-green eyes. I rock back and forth, in and out of Fiona as she whimpers, both of us sweating. Wrapping her leg around my back, I deep stroke her, kneading her breasts and watching them sway in time to my rhythm.

She's so stunning in the glow of the Chicago light, that it illuminates her features. Friction increases, my cock thickening as my movements speed up. An electric bolt of current runs through my cock as I orgasm, catching what's left of my breath. I roll off her slowly, my heart racing, and it not only races because of exertion, but because I want more of her. Turning inwards, I study her reaction, noticing the puzzled expression on her face. It's likely because it's her first time and she feels weird about it.

I'm intrigued enough by her to want to find out more about her, but I hear my phone vibrating in my pants pocket. Bratva business comes before ass on my watch. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I find my pants, pulling out my phone.

ANDREI: We have a location on Kian.

Time to go. I surf around the floor of the hotel room, picking up my shirt, and handing Fiona the phone. Her face is dumbfounded.

"Why are you handing me your phone?"

"Put your number in my phone," I direct, smiling at her and tempted to jump back in beside her for round two.

Her fingers skim over the keyboard, and she hands me back the phone. Buttoning up my shirt, I lean in closer to her, skimming a finger down the edge of her full, swollen breast, my eyes boring into hers. "Pick up the phone when I call," I rasp in her ear.

Her face breaks into a demure smile. "What happens if I don't?"

A mischievous grin covers my face. "I will hunt you down if I have to. Trust me. I'm a great hunter." She giggles, and it's clear she doesn't understand the seriousness of the situation. I will hunt her down.

God. It's hard to leave her. Her scent is a mixture of sex, sweat, and peaches, and it's forever left its mark on me. I take one hard look back at her, my eyes devoid of emotion.

Oh Krasny oktyabr' you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into.