Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

C hantel

He pushed me backward away from the railing.

And away from the lights into the shadows. When my back was slammed against the exterior of the building, it wasn't the hard shove that kept me breathless. Or caused stars to float in front of my eyes.

His hands roamed up and down my body as the kiss turned into a passionate roar.

This was so wrong.

Sinful.

Forbidden.

Having sex with a stranger was wild and unbridled.

My father was just on the other side of this very wall, standing with other powerful men. This handsome hunk, whoever he was, could be a dead man if we were discovered. Somehow, I had a feeling he could take care of himself.

Oh, hell. What did I care? This was my new life and I was an adult.

And he was incredible.

I cupped both sides of his face as he thrust his tongue inside. His face was so chiseled, with a jaw meant for cutting stone. It was covered in stubble, but that only added to his sexiness and raw prowess.

As he lifted my dress, I offered no resistance. I was wet, which he would soon learn by just how damp my panties were.

My mysterious stranger offered a growl while I moaned into the kiss, both of our heads moving from side to side from our intense hunger. Even our teeth gnashed together yet he was an expert kisser, taking full control.

He wasted no time shoving my thong aside, first swirling a finger around my clit before driving several fingers deep inside.

I was so electrified I couldn't think. Didn't want to. As he pumped several times, I found myself grinding my hips against him. This was magical, something I'd never had before. As he continued taking full control, I sensed he was unzipping his trousers.

This was really happening.

I ran one hand over his shoulder, squeezing his upper arm so I could feel his muscles. Goddamn, the man was built.

Seconds later, he thrust his cock inside, pushing me up onto my toes. For an instant, the kiss was broken, both of us breathing hard. Panting, I kept one hand on his jaw, rubbing my thumb back and forth. He hesitated, the dim lighting barely allowing me to see any lines in his face. Was he asking me permission?

He proved me wrong, pulling out and driving into me with force. I liked it rough and he was giving it to me. When he grabbed one arm, yanking it over my head and pinning it against the wall, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.

For seconds there was no one else around us, no aspect of danger or anything else. A stranger was fucking me and it was fabulous. We worked together, the electricity soaring. I bucked hard and his cock managed to slide in deeper, stretching my pussy muscles. I ached from how large he was, but it was a wonderful feeling, the perfect welcome to my new city.

We were breathless, our moans and his growls adding to the forbidden moment. I'd never known passion like this and prayed one day I would find it for a long-term relationship. Not that this would ever turn out to be anything. Nothing this delicious ever lasted.

I knew the moment wouldn't last, both of us still aware of the awkward and possibly dangerous situation we were in. He pumped four times and suddenly, the most powerful climax rushed up from my toes. I was so off guard I had to bite back a scream. I pressed my head against the wall, closing my eyes.

"Beautiful. Just beautiful," he said in a husky voice.

The mesmerizing effect only increased as the orgasm swept through me. I couldn't breathe at all and that was fine.

When I sensed he was close to erupting deep inside, I squeezed my muscles. As if I was taking some control myself. His entire body tensed and with three hard jerks, I felt him erupting inside.

Filling me with his seed.

The deliciousness slowly ebbed, our breathing returning to normal. He pulled away by a few inches, which allowed him to press his lips against mine. Afterwards, he touched his forehead to mine, his breathing still ragged.

"That was amazing," he said, his voice even deeper than before.

"Yes, it was."

"What's your name?"

I wasn't certain I wanted to tell him. "Let's just leave this wonderful moment as a special blip in time. Okay?"

His chuckle sent a wave of vibrations through me. "Fair enough." He backed away, immediately shifting his cock back into his trousers and fastening.

After a few seconds, I came to my senses, fixing my soaked thong and pressing down my dress. He took my hand and started pulling me back into the light. God. The man wanted to see my face. What if he was hideous?

Not possible.

He stopped just short of pulling us under a more intense light, but it allowed me to see additional features. Man. I'd been right. He filled out a suit like no other man I'd met, his entire face chiseled.

But there was something familiar. Wasn't there? Where? How?

Another sound caught my attention, and I bit my lip. We'd come ‘this' close to being caught.

"Who the fuck are you? What are you doing?" I easily recognized the man's gruff voice.

My father's soldier had found me and he was growling at the newcomer. Growling? Really? Who did he think he was, some barbarian in combat mode?

I just shook my head.

"Get away from her." Even the soldier's voice was entirely different. As if he was ready to kill the man and he'd had no idea what we'd just done.

"It's okay, Sergei. I'm a guest. Remember me?"

Whoa. Whoa. My curiosity was piqued to the point I was frozen all over again.

My stranger's voice. I knew it. A strange sense of foreboding trickled down my spine. No way. None. Zero. I had to be wrong.

I heard a thudding footstep and silence. "Oh, God," the soldier said in full embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Mr. Kuzmin. I apologize profusely. It's been a long time. How are you?"

"Excellent. I didn't know you still worked for my brother."

The deep, sexy voice that had provided me with the best alluring, salacious fantasies I'd had in a very long time was also taboo. Completely off limits and forbidden.

My thoughts alone of dropping to my knees and sucking the man's cock would eventually land me a special place in hell. I was certain of it.

He'd fucked me.

The man I'd known as a child had…

As I turned slowly and walked further into the light to face the man in question, I did what I could not to pass out, forced to grip the railing for dear life.

I was hopeful my mouth wasn't wide open. I had more class than that. Now, instead of visions of sexual grandeur, my mind shifted to the early years, the ones where I'd believed him to be my real uncle. He wasn't blood relations, not in the least, only holding the title and nothing else. My father had adopted me when I was very little when he and my mother had gotten together, but that didn't change anything.

Yet the idea of how taboo my thoughts had been lingered in the forefront of my mind. Dear God, I couldn't help myself.

And we'd acted this way.

As he tipped his head toward me, it took him a full minute plus to realize who he'd been flirting with. I wasn't entirely certain but I thought his face was filled with a brief moment of horror from the act of sin we'd just committed.

Dark, curly hair, shimmering eyes in the twinkling lights. A body built for sin and a chiseled face that could rival any god. He also exuded danger and sophistication, a man who could look equally good in a suit as he did in jeans.

"I'll leave you alone. Just don't let her out of your sight," Sergei told him.

"Oh, I assure you, I won't."

Neither one of us said anything at first as Nikolay walked closer, taking his sweet time doing so. The moment recognition had hit him, it had rocked his world like it had mine. I sensed he was questioning his earlier motives as I'd done, trying to process how he'd missed the signs.

When he was only a few inches away, I was certain I was going to become intoxicated more so by his musky aftershave than the three glasses of wine I'd consumed.

"Chantel," he said, his voice growling. There was a definite sense of horror to the tone.

But I couldn't stop thinking about the beautiful, passionate moment.

While I wanted to hope there would be more, my thoughts were just the opposite. I prayed to God I'd never see him again.

My father would kill me, my mother disgusted.

But the naughty girl images returned.

"Chantel," he repeated, his tone no different than before, his deep voice dripping of allure and sexual innuendoes. And disbelief.

Another moment of silence settled in while I came to grips with what had occurred.

"Uncle Nicolay."

Instantly, I could tell he was uncomfortable. We hadn't seen each other since I was maybe ten or eleven. I'd spent so little time around him that I shouldn't feel bad in the least. Yet he'd held me on his lap when I was much younger, reading stories to me. Oh, God. Yes, indeed I was going to burn in hell.

He shook his head, a smirk crossing his face. "I haven't really been that for you in a long time. I understand you're moving to New York?"

We were carrying on a normal conversation now?

Were his eyes sweeping all the way down to my stilettos? Yes, they were. As soon as they returned to my face, I involuntarily dragged my tongue across my bottom lip, something I'd been told a couple of times was extremely sexy.

I was flirting. Again.

Like a very bad girl.

Hell was the least of my worries.

"Yes, a new job. A new sense of life. You're here?" I no longer recognized my voice either. It sounded way too sultry.

"Yes. I live and work here. I own a house in Brighton Beach and another one on the shore."

"You've done well."

"Yes, I have."

The awkward moment that settled in was fueled with high energy, electricity that could light up the city, and hunger.

It was a highly dangerous combination.

Fortunately, and I couldn't believe I was thinking something so sinful, my mother popped out. "There you are. Nikolay. I didn't see you come in." She raced to him, throwing her arms around his neck. "You are a sight for sore eyes. Did you say hello to your brother?"

He chuckled. "The man was embroiled in a conversation. I know how important this trip is."

"Yes, well, he's a bit strung out. Anyway, you're seated across from him and right next to Chantel for dinner. We can reacquaint ourselves after far too much time. I need to convince you to come see us in Beverly Hills. Come on. You know Vissarian doesn't like to be kept waiting."

She trotted off and both Uncle Nikolay and I looked at each other.

In my mind, far too longingly. Although I could just be a young and very inexperienced girl doing wishful thinking.

But hey, a girl could fantasize. Right? Taboo or not.

I'd just fucked the one man I could never have.