Chapter 15 - Arina

I kiss him gently.

That's all I want.

Just a kiss.

To feel someone else on my skin.

We shift around, and he strokes my back as we kiss softly. He tastes like whiskey and cigars and smells like his musky aftershave.

He wraps his arms around me as I deepen the kiss, sliding my tongue over his. I put my hand on his chest and bring myself up, so I'm hovering over him.

The kiss turns hungry.

I feel it in the pit of my stomach. My body aches for him—the way he made love to me before.

I slide my hand down and rub his crotch through his pants.

He breaks the kiss. "Arina," he growls. "I told you."

"I want you," I breathe, kissing him again. "Please." I kiss him again.

He flips me onto my back and gets between my legs, leaning his weight on his arms as he kisses me desperately. It's as though he's been waiting for this for a lifetime.

He breaks the kiss to lick and bite at the skin of my neck, and I tip my head the other way to give him better access. I grind up against him, feeling his dick harden in his pants.

"Igor," I breathe. "I want you so badly."

"Arina." That growl. It makes me wild.

He sits up on his knees, with my legs on either side of his hips, and he reaches down, undoing my towel and laying it open so he can see my naked body.

There's something in the look in his eyes that sends shivers down my back. He undoes his shirt but doesn't take it off, leaving it open. I grab the open sides of the shirt and pull him back down on top of me.

I feel him reach between us and undo his pants. I lick my lips. "Hurry," I groan.

"No," he murmurs. He kisses down my neck to my breasts, and he starts sucking and kissing my nipples. I run my fingers through his hair as I groan, squirming under him.

He then starts to kiss down my flat belly, nipping at the skin before he brings my legs over his shoulders and settles down.

When he first parts my folds with his tongue, I see stars. I'm so sensitive. All I can think about is his rock-hard cock slamming in and out of my wet pussy. It's driving me mad.

He sucks on my clit, and my hips buck. "Igor," I cry out, gripping his hair tightly and pressing his face further into my crotch.

I feel his fingers probing me before he slides two inside of me. He works them in and out as his tongue dances around my swollen nub. My hips rock back and forth with his ministrations.

"I need you," I cry out. "Ah, oh my God."

He stands back and quickly finishes undoing his pants before he presses the head of his cock between my folds, sliding it back and forth to lubricate it with my juices.

I whimper and squeeze my breasts, massaging them as they feel so sensitive. I pull at my nipples as he pushes into me, and I raise my hips to meet his.

There's an animalistic look in his eyes as he starts rolling his hips, thrusting into me hard.

I put my hands on his shoulders and pull him down for a deep kiss, and he grunts into my mouth as he moves faster. I feel like we're losing all control. I break the kiss. "Don't hold back," I breathe into his ear.

He gets up on his knees and holds my hips as he thrusts in and out of me.

"Oh yes," I draw out my words, arching my back.

He pants hard as he moves. "I'm going to cum."

"Cum inside of me," I cry out.

He slams into me and holds himself there, and I feel the heat as he releases his cum inside of me.

I look up at him as he reaches between us and starts fingering my clit. "You need to orgasm, too."

I squirm. Feeling his cock still filling me while his fingers play with my clit is driving me insane. I roll my hips and start crying out his name over and over again. The intense way he looks at me drives me over the edge, and I clench around his erection as I chase my orgasm.

Igor pulls out of me and collapses next to me.

I turn over and cuddle up to him, kissing him softly.

When I wake up, he's gone. It must be early morning. My groin aches from the sex, and when I manage to get up, I walk bow-legged to the shower to wash.

I smell his aftershave in the bathroom, and it calms me. I wash and dress in a tracksuit before I head downstairs.

Matvey is just coming inside the front door when I reach the bottom of the stairs. We stand there awkwardly before he clears his throat. "I'm glad you're okay."

I blush. "Thanks to you," I say quietly. "Thank you for coming to my rescue yesterday. I don't want to know what would have happened if you hadn't shown up."

I can see he feels awkward about this situation. I suppose we've done nothing but butt heads since we've met, and now he's my hero.

He clears his throat again. "You would have handled that asshole before I got there. I knew you were just biding your time for the right opportunity. You're a tough chick."

I smile shyly. "I don't know about that, but I've been around the block a few times to know how to defend myself."

"Get bullied when you were a kid?" he asks.

I hesitate. I've never told anyone, out loud, that I'm an orphan—a fact I've hidden well from my records.

"I… didn't have parents growing up," I say quietly. "I was an orphan, and eventually, I was adopted by this horrible family that was looking more for a slave and a punching bag than a daughter."

The awkward silence hangs between us before he says quietly, "I've never known loneliness like that." He shifts from foot to foot. "I've always had siblings, and my family is quite caring. We'd do anything for each other."

"Must be nice," I say quietly.

"Well, you're a part of it too now. So, it was natural I had to deal with that asshole." He starts walking toward the dining hall, and I follow him.

"What did you do with him?" I don't know if I want to know that, but curiosity is winning out.

"Took him to a seedy part of town and roughed him up. Made sure he won't come looking around our family again." We walk into the dining hall and Igor is sitting there with Yvonne.

Yvonne gets up and crosses to me, hugging me tightly. "I was so worried about you. I'm so glad you're not hurt."

"Thanks to you guys," I say with a smile.

Matvey sits down beside Yvonne's chair, and I hesitate as Igor looks at me. Finally, I walk over to him and kiss him softly. "Good morning."

"Good morning," he says quietly with a smile. "I hope you're hungry."

"Starved." I sit down and am happy when a full English breakfast is laid out for us.

We all begin to eat, and I can't help but see the stolen glances Igor gives me. I smile to myself.

Yvonne sets down her cutlery. "I think you should take a few days off, don't you agree, Igor?"

"I do, actually. A few days to recover and then get back on the horse and kick ass." He looks at me thoughtfully.

"I would like a guard to be present in the future, though, not to hinder you but to protect you," Matvey says.

"I agree," I say, and they all looked at me shocked. "I'm not mad. I'm not putting myself in that position again."

Matvey turns to Igor and starts talking to him, but I can see Igor isn't giving him his full attention.

I still ache from our lovemaking, and once breakfast is done, I decide to lie down for a stretch and read. I know there are numerous books in Igor's study, so I head in that direction first.

I browse the shelves. It seems like he's got everything from the classics to the latest bestsellers. I pick out three that look interesting, go to the sofa in his study, and curl up, opening the first one.

"What are you doing here?" Igor asks as he walks in.

I look up from my book. "Sorry, am I going to distract you."

"Not in a bad way," he chuckles. "What are you reading?"

"Oliver Twist, I do like a good Charles Dickens book." I sigh. "He wrote so well."

"You know I have in my collection an original paper that he wrote," Igor says.

I get up. "You're joking."

"Come this way," he says. We go to the other end of the study, where he opens a locked cabinet. There are framed papers here, all in stands.

"Some from Charles Dickens, two from Hemmingway, and even some that are supposedly from ancient Rome." He glances at me. "I didn't take you for a reader."

"I love reading. Who doesn't love reading," I say, reaching out and touching the glass that separates me from the greatest works in history. "This is so amazing."

Once I move away, he locks it up, and I return to the sofa. He goes to his desk.

I curl my legs under me and read quietly while he goes over reports.

At lunchtime, Marie brings in a tray of sandwiches and coffee, and I move to sit at his desk to share with him. He watches me thoughtfully, and I squirm slightly. "What? Do I have something on my face?"

"No, it's just… You know I forced you into this situation, and I haven't actually asked you much about yourself."

"I'm pretty much an open book," I comment.

"Well, we missed the show last night. Why don't we catch tonight's show and go to dinner and get to know each other a little better," he suggests.

I blush slightly. "What kind of show is it?"

"An opera," he comments. "Russian opera is beautiful. I watch it every time it comes to town. I have my own box."

"It sounds fancy. What do I wear?" I ask.

"You dress formally. We'll have dinner at the opera beforehand. There's a restaurant there where Matvey can get reservations. Yvonne has some dresses that should fit you." He smiles nervously. "If you want, I mean? I don't even know if you like opera."

"Well, I like classic literature. I imagine opera is just as beautiful. I'll go find Yvonne now and get a dress." I pop the last of my sandwich in my mouth and swallow my coffee. I get up and start walking away before I turn and come back again, kissing him softly.

"What was that for?" he asks with a husky voice.

"Because you're handsome," I say shyly before practically skipping away to knock on Yvonne's bedroom door.

She comes to the door and smiles. "Arina, how can I help?"

"Igor is taking me to dinner and the opera tonight, but I need a dress. He said you might be willing to help me?"

"Willing?" She laughs. "I'll happily help you. Come in. What's your favorite color?"

"Blue," I say as I look around her room. It's beautifully decorated. Where our room is very straight forward and simple, hers is rather grand.

She leads me into her walk-in closet and folds back two doors before standing back. "Hmm, a blue gown tonight that will drive Igor mad. I'm sure I've got something."