6. ANDREY

Chapter 6

ANDREY

I finish my phone call and glance over at Isabella. She looks like she's enjoying driving her birthday present and is lost in her own thoughts. We're going to have a flood of people surrounding us when we get to her father's house, so I leave her to her thoughts.

I pick up my phone and start going through my messages, but my mind wanders back to three nights ago—the first night we met and Isabella dropped into my life. A few moments of that night are the most notable for me.

Particularly the one where I stormed back into her room after letting her get beneath my skin with her retorts about me being a monster. I know I'm a monster, and I usually don't give a fuck when called one. But Isabella just has this way of making it burn.

Three Nights Ago - Andrey's Apartment

I storm down the hallway, fuming. That woman deserves to be put over my knee and spanked! The image of her creamy ass in the air with her bent over me instantly makes my pants feel uncomfortable, and I shake the image away.

I have no idea why I allow Isabella to get beneath my skin like that. I don't give a fuck what the world thinks of me as long as my enemies know better than to cross me and my men respect me and are loyal to me. Who gives a fuck about anyone else?

I know I shouldn't care what Isabella thinks about me, but I must do as it's eating me up inside. How dare she look down her perfect little nose at me and raise her chin like I'm shit beneath her shoe.

The way she scrunches up her beautiful, symmetrical heart-shaped face, and her big hazel eyes, flecks of gold, stare at me with disdain makes my blood boil. She's lucky I didn't grab a handful of her dark, silky hair, yank her head back, and show her what a monster I really can be.

Anger hits me again, and I take a breath. Who the fuck does Isabella think she is? I know who she doesn't think she is, and her father is going to have a lot of explaining to do to his little princess. I run my hands through my hair and suddenly remember the feel of her hands raking through it.

I can still feel the strands of her hair in my hands, and my cock starts to harden at the memory of what it felt like sliding into her slick tight virgin pussy. Jesus! I lob my head back and take a breath. The woman is driving me insane.

When my parents told me earlier today about my engagement to Isabella Moretti, I was livid. No wonder they never encouraged me to find a wife—they had already lined one up for me when I was eight! I wonder if they knew she was going to be as stunning as Isabella.

And oh, fuck—that body! Perfect lithe lines. She has the body of a well-toned athlete, and she is so supple and bendy in all the right places. My cock is swelling with every thought of her, and then I remember. "Fuck. She doesn't have underwear to sleep in."

Maybe my mother has some pajama bottoms in her closet. I turn and walk back to Isabella's room. I'm fully aware it's just another excuse to see her one last time before she goes to sleep. I've only known her for a couple of hours, and she's already become like a drug I can't get enough of.

The woman has bewitched me with her beauty and innocence. I unlock and open the door, step into the room, and freeze. Holy fucking God!

She's completely naked, stepping out of her jeans that have just dropped to the floor. It's the second time tonight I've found her naked. I'm instantly and almost painfully rock hard as our eyes meet.

I can see I've startled her by barging into the room. We stand, having a gaping competition while my cock throbs, and I'm trying not to let my eyes rove that gorgeous body or I know I'm not leaving this room anytime soon.

"What are you doing here?" Isabella rasps.

Oh fuck—of their own accord, my eyes travel down to her pert titties, standing to attention with their nipples hardening beneath my gaze, daring me to touch them. I continue my visual tour down her taut tummy and land on the neatly trimmed apex of her legs with soft curls, and I know it tastes like honey.

"Shit!" I growl, kicking the door closed. I'm across the room in a flash, pulling her to me and crushing her lips with mine. "Fuck, you're magnificent," I tell her between kisses as I kiss her. She wraps her long, lithe legs around my waist, a groan escaping her throat, and her hands cup my face.

I can feel her wet pussy pressing against my cotton shirt just above the waistband of my pants, and all I want to do is bury my face in it. As I walk her to the bed, Isabella starts pulling at my shirt. I help her, and instead of falling as my hands leave her, her legs grip me, and she remains latched onto my body.

Fuck me, that's so hot. Any other woman would've probably landed on her ass if I hadn't supported her with at least one hand. But not my princess. Her core is strong, and she helps me discard my shirt.

"Oh wow." Isabella's voice is hoarse as she runs her hands over my pecs and down my abs. "Can I kiss them?" She looks up at me. She's all innocence and fire. Shit, I didn't think I could get more turned on, but I was wrong.

"This works both ways, princess," I tell her. "I'm yours."

I see her eyes widen in surprise at my words before her soft lips start kissing my neck. She mimics what I did to her earlier tonight. Kissing, sucking, licking, and gently nipping down the side of my neck to my collarbone, and I'm already panting like a schoolboy after a hot teacher.

"Does that feel good?" Isabella asks, running her nails up my abs, exerting just enough pressure to sting a little while driving me fucking crazy. My cock is all but pulsing in my pants now.

"Like you won't believe," I growl.

I want to throw her on the bed and devour her, but I take a few deep breaths to steady my raging hard-on and let her explore.

Fucking hell. I'm going to explode! My hands grab her face, and I kiss her like I've never kissed anyone before. It's like I'm pouring all my essence into her, and Isabella's legs tighten around my waist, drawing her naked body closer to my exposed chest. Her glorious tits are teasing my pecs. I'm on the fucking edge here.

"Isabella, you're killing me," I rasp.

She stiffens, and her legs relax as she looks at me bewildered. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Oh, hell no!" I have to take a fucking breath. Never before have I been so on the edge that I'm about to explode by a mere woman's touch. "You're driving me fucking crazy. All I want to do is throw you on the bed and take you to heaven."

Her eyes widen even more, and the soft "Oh!" that escapes her lips is my total undoing.

"Fuck!" I drop us onto the bed, leaning over her on my forearms.

I kiss her. Our tongues swirl in a mating dance as my hand slides down her soft taunt skin to find her soaking wet pussy. My finger slides between the soft lips, and I see her swollen bud. I run my finger around it and then stroke.

"Princess, you're going to be sore. We shouldn't be doing this." I'm holding onto my last shred of sanity here. "But fuck if I don't want to eat you out and lap up that nectar between your legs."

"Ahhhh…" Isabella pants against my lips. "Please… I want to feel your tongue on me again."

I smile and kiss down her neck. Paying attention to each of her nipples, all the while rubbing her throbbing clit, I dip my middle finger inside her wet, tightness. Her pussy walls immediately clamp around my finger. I start to move it in and out.

"Oh God!" rips from Isabella's throat. "Oh my Goddddd."

Her hands are in my hair, pushing me down toward her nether regions. I oblige. I slide to the floor and dip my tongue into her wetness. I replace my finger with my tongue, tapping, licking, and swirling her bud while I slowly insert another finger inside her.

"Oh yes, yes, yes." Isabella draws her knees up and flattens them to the sides, giving me complete access to her beautiful pink wet pussy.

Her hips start to move as I suck and finger fuck her. My movements get faster, and her squirms and moans become more frantic. I can feel her tensing on the edge.

"That's it, princess." My voice is rough as I blow on her clit. "Cum for me, baby."

My fingers fuck her faster and faster as I suck on her. She clamps around my digits.

"Fuckkkkkkkkk!" She screams. "Andrey… Oh my goddddd."

I watch her head thrown back. Her back arches, she lips her hands and starts kneading her tits and plucking at her nipples as she rides out the orgasm. Not able to take the torture anymore, I stand and get rid of my pants. My cock springs free. I'm about to kneel over her and sit up.

Her eyes meet mine. They are dark with desire, and they drop to my cock. Isabella slides to the edge of the bed. Then fuck me if the little minx doesn't put her one hand on my shaft, circling it.

She uses her thumb to rub the tip, and I suck in my breath, trying to hold it together. She captures the precum and uses it to rub around the head. Her soft hands start to move up and down my cock while her other hands gently cup and begin to massage my balls.

"Holy fuckkkkk." I throw my head back and breathe, clamping my jaw at the jolt as I feel her soft tongue dip into the eye of my cock before swirling around the tip. "Jesus, Isabella." My hands tangle in her hair. "That's so fucking good, baby."

She gets braver. Her hand moves to the base of my penis, and her other hand moves from my balls and strokes the perineal as her lips suck in the head of my cock. Sensation explodes within me. "Fuckkkkkkk, fuckkkk." I push her head away and grab her hands.

I'm holding my breath. I can feel the veins extending in my neck as I try to stop myself from exploding. "Stop, baby. Please. Hold still."

Isabella sits still. "What's… what's wrong?"

I breathe and look at her. "Absofuckinglutely nothing." I reach down. Hook my hands under her armpits and lift her back onto the bed. "You're a Goddess," I growl as she lies back, and a slow, sexy smile splits her plump little lips.

She parts her legs and raises her knees as I lower myself between them, supporting myself on elbows, feeling the hard points of her tits teasing my pecs. Our eyes meet and hold as I slick my cock into her tight wet pussy. I go slowly, savoring the feel of her warmth. Her perfect white teeth clamp onto her lower lips.

"Uhhhh." Isabella's breath catches in her throat. I see her beautiful eyes start to close in pleasure as I begin to move my hips.

"Don't close your eyes," I say softly. "I want to see your desire, your pleasure." I kiss her lips softly as our hips start to move in unison. "I want it all, Isabella."

I see her swallow. She runs her fingers up my sides, moves her legs, and wraps them around my waist. "Deeper…" She pants, holding my eyes. "Please, I need you deeper… harder…" She starts to squirm and initiates a faster pace.

I go with her watching her tits jiggle as I start to pump into her, my movements growing in speed. Groans tumble from both our throats. "Your so tight, so fucking tight." I lift myself onto my forearms.

Isabella's hands wrap around my wrists as we speed toward climax. I watch her eyes dilate, and her body does that graceful arcing curve. Her fingers tighten around my wrists.

"Oh God…" Isabella starts to pant. "Oh fuckkkk." Her hands tighten, as do her legs. Her pussy walls pulse, milking my cock. "Cu… cummmm wi…" She sucks in a breath. "Me."

That does it. A scream rips through the air. "Andrey!"

A growl escapes my throat. "Fuccckkkkkkkk." We ride the wave as the orgasms rip through us. My mouth covers hers as our movements slow.

I kiss her cheeks, collapsing over her, balanced on my forearms. Sweat glistening off my biceps and chest like I just ran a marathon. Our breathing starts to slow. I wrap her in my arms and flip us onto our side, still joined. My one leg over hers, I hold her close, and she snuggles against me.

When my breath comes back, I kiss the top of her head. "That, you little temptress, wasn't supposed to happen until Saturday." I run my hand up her silky side.

"Mmm," Isabella mumbles.

I move back slightly and see she's fallen asleep. I smile and feel something warming inside me. I ignore it. Isabella is new to me, and sex, that's all that weird feeling is. I gently kiss the top of her head and slip off the bed. I stand staring down at her, curled up like a little naked kitten.

I get a blanket from the cupboard and gently spread it over her before closing the glass doors and quietly leaving her to get some rest. I walk down the hall toward my office. I have two phone calls to make. I decide to call my father first. I know he's in New York with Marco at the moment, dealing with a problem with one of our laundries .

The dumb fuck who runs was under the misguided notion that he could skim off the top, and we wouldn't notice. My father and Marco's accountant notice every cent. Hannah Fyodorov has been their accountant for five years now, and she has an eagle eye.

As soon as Hannah graduated from college, she started working for my father. Within six weeks, my father and Marco fired their current accountant because the man had been stealing from them. Hannah now runs that department with an iron fist.

I smile. Hannah is not only my best friend Urie's older sister, but also the daughter of my father's right-hand man, Sergei. I grew up with Urie and Hannah. Hannah was also the first girl I had sex with. I was fourteen, and she was seventeen.

Of course, if Urie or our fathers knew, I'd probably be castrated. But Hannah and I have been each other's stand-in or in-between relationship lovers since then. Two weeks ago, she got engaged to my mother's cousin, Denver McAllister, who also happens to run the shipping side of our business.

I'm happy for Hannah as she and Denver have a healthy respect for each other. They even love each other and understand each other's darker sides. He also doesn't mind that Hannah is bi-sexual and has been in love with as many men as she has women.

I take a breath and run a hand over my face. I can see Hannah's reaction now to the news that I'm engaged and about to get married before her or Urie, who is marrying Olga, the love of his life, in three months.

With all my friends pairing off and getting married, maybe it's just as well that I've got Isabella. I change my mind about calling my father and decide to message Hannah. I scroll through my phone to find her name, and a silent alarm goes off in my apartment.

Jesus, when did I become like this? Is this what losing your bachelorhood does to you? I've only known mine had been taken away a couple of hours ago, and already I feel like an old married man. I snort, looking at Hannah's number and deciding not to call her so late.

I'm instantly alert; my monitors on my office wall go on, and my eyes land on Isabella's room. I'm pushing up out of my chair, grabbing my phone and gun, and I see who's on the balcony.

"What the fuck!" I howl as I see Isabella, dressed in cat burglar clothes, scaling the balcony. My breath catches, and my eyes are glued to the screen as I watch her swing onto the balcony a little to the left and below her.

I'm out of the office in a flash, barking for two of the men that I have in my apartment to help me make sure Isabella doesn't try to sneak out. I tap the security app on my phone to bring up the images. I didn't even think about the balconies as an escape route.

We're twenty-six fucking stories up, but for an acrobat or gymnast, which I'm pretty sure Isabella is, the balcony is the perfect escape route. And holy shit, if she isn't an incredible gymnast too. Isabella's control, precision, and perfect landings on the balconies she's hopping are more than proof.

I gather my men and send them out to help get the daring escape artist back, and when I do, I'm going to make sure she can't sit for the next two days!