Chapter 17 - Oleg

The sun has set completely by the time we finish eating. Raisa licks the salt and vinegar off her fingers and I watch the way her lips wrap around her finger—wondering what her lips would feel like wrapped over my cock.

I clear my throat and look away.

“Did you enjoy that?” I ask, trying to think about something else.

“It was the best meal I’ve had in ages. I think the view has a lot to do with it—and um—the company isn’t so bad either.” She giggles and throws me a naughty look.

“Mm. The company isn’t too bad,” I agree, smiling at her.

Raisa closes the lid of her empty box after throwing the last few chips from her takeaway towards the late-night seagulls waiting for some scraps.

Unfortunately, she didn’t factor in that twenty other sea gulls were also waiting just out of view and as soon as the chips hit the rocks they flock down like a storm of birds.

She screams, laughing loudly, and covers her head.

I pull her close to me and wrap my arm around her as the birds fight and squabble over the chips.

She is giggling, ducked against my chest. Her laughter is a beautiful sound and I can’t help the massive smile it puts on my face.

The seagulls calm down a little, but now they are all standing on the sand around us, staring us down in hopes of something else.

“I thought there was just one or two,” Raisa says, peaking out at them.

“With seagulls—there’s never one or two.”

“They’ve got us surrounded!” she pretends to be horrified.

I chuckle. “Alright, I am going to throw the last of my chips and then while they are distracted, we can make a run towards the promenade.”

Raisa grins at me. “If I’m not fast enough—go on without me. Save yourself.”

I pack up, laughing. I love her sense of humor.

We gather our shoes and I count to three, then throw the last of my chips onto the rocks. We both bolt towards the promenade and arrive there laughing and leaning on each other as we glance back at the mayhem of birds fighting for those chips.

We watch them for a while, then I pull her face up towards mine with my hand around her jaw. For a moment, I am lost in her eyes.

Then she smiles and I shake my head, pulling myself back into reality.

“Do you want a coffee?” I ask, sliding my arm around her waist. I’m not ready to end the night yet.

“I’d love one.”

I take her hand and lead her towards the row of food trucks, selecting the one I know makes a great cappuccino. We carry the hot takeaway coffees and find a bench where we can watch the night sky and the people walking around.

Raisa leans into me, resting her head on my shoulder.

It feels comfortable. It’s easy with her. There is no presence and no need to be anything other than who I am.

This evening has really shown me a lot about who she is and how she brings out a part of me that most people never get to see.

“Why did you guys come here? What made your family choose to move?”

“One of my brothers, Leon, he lost his mind a little after my parents were killed. He was obsessed with getting revenge on the man who did it. He spent years just focused on that and nothing else. It forced him to build up the business so that he could afford to carry out his plans. It’s crazy, but that is what motivated him to become really wealthy and really powerful.”

“What happened? Things like that can consume a person.”

“Yeah, it changed him. It wasn’t good. But because the businesses were doing so well, he asked my brothers to move down here and help with it all. We came thinking he was still going to be that angry man hell-bent on revenge. But things changed for him here. He got married. He has kids. He’s a completely different person now.”

“So, things turned out alright.” She smiles warmly. “And your family got a chance to move and have a better life.”

“Yeah, exactly that. I like living here. I just wish I didn’t have to deal with Mafia politics.” I chuckle.

“Well, be grateful that your brother did what he did. It obviously wasn’t nice for him to suffer through that, but it created amazing opportunities for your family.”

“Yes, we are grateful to him and I have a lot of respect for him. I know what he is capable of—honestly, he still scares me sometimes.” I laugh, but remembering how cold and cruel Leon was at one stage—it’s the truth. I know how he can turn. My brothers and I lost him for a long time.

“I’m really happy that everything worked out,” she says softly, resting her cheek against my shoulder again.

“Everything will work out for you too Raisa. Anything you set your mind to—you will achieve it. I can see you are that kind of person someone willing to work for what they want and sacrifice and dedicate themselves to things that aren’t always easy.” I stare down at her.

She has impressed me so many times since I met her.

I didn’t expect my forced marriage to end up like this. Where I have someone I can actually talk to and share parts of my life with.

Someone I can be myself around.

She keeps surprising me, and I’m rather enjoying it.

Raisa shivers slightly and I wrap my jacket tighter around her shoulders.

Our coffee is finished and we had a wonderful dinner on the beach. I think it is time to maybe think about heading back home.

“Are you ready to go home?” I lean close to her and kiss the top of her head.

“I’m ready. This was the most magical evening. Thank you so much for showing me this place.”

“We can come here again. It can be our spot from now on.” I smile, feeling my heart flipping nervously. I want to have hope that her and I are growing closer and building something, but I live in the real world.

I have to be careful about what I let my heart fall for.

Raisa stands up, a soft and beautiful smile on her face. In the moonlight she looks ethereal. Her skin is glowing and her eyes are shards of light, glittering like the stars.

She takes a step towards me, looking up at me with that captivating stare.

“Oleg,” she says my name softly, as though it was just a breath of air on the warm breeze.

I look down at her, waiting for her to say something else, but she doesn’t. Instead, she stands up on her tiptoes and kisses me.

Our lips press together and I slide my arm around her waist, feeling the curve of her lower back. My heart begins to race and my body feels more alive than ever.

We kiss for a long time, not caring about anything else, just feeling connected and safe with each other.

When she steps away from me, she is smiling.

“Thank you. Tonight was beautiful,” she says.

I take her hand as we walk back to where we parked. I like being close to her. I like holding her. I want to do so many more things with her.

Every time I kiss her, it gets harder to stop myself.

She is perfect.

The way she moves, the way she speaks, her smile, the curve of her body against mine. Everything about her is perfect.

In the car, we drive through the city towards the airport. Street lamps flash past my window, the bright lights from shops and restaurants spill onto the sidewalks and people roam around the city enjoying the night.

I reach out and place my hand on her thigh, leaving it there, letting the warmth of her skin soak into me. In the darkness, I see the silhouette of her face, and the way her smile widens at my touch.

We arrive at the airport and get back onto my private jet. Raisa sits closer to me than on the way here. She presses her body up against mine.

She is nervous during the take off, but not as badly as before. I talk to her all the way through to distract her.

Once we are in the air, she turns her body to face mine.

She looks me straight in the eyes, her stare is intense when she asks. “Oleg, why won’t you sleep with me?” Her bluntness takes me by surprise. “Every time I think you are going to—you stop—why?”

I take a slow breath. “Raisa, that’s something really special. You’ve never done that before and I don’t want to force you into anything you aren’t ready for. When you choose to do that, I want it to be entirely your choice, and not something you will regret afterwards.”

She smiles, then climbs onto my lap, causing my body to stir like flames sparking to life. If she behaves in this way, I won’t be able to stop myself from taking her. I wrap my hands around her waist to lift her off me, but she stops me, brushing her hand over mine.

“I am ready.” She says, looking into my eyes.

“Raisa—,“ I stammer, clenching my jaw.

“I am ready. I want this. I’m telling you I’m ready,” she whispers, leaning close with her lips hovering inches from mine.

She leans down and kisses me, her hands wrapping around the back of my neck as she pulls herself against me. Her innocence is so beautiful to me. A rare treasure that has belonged to no one before me and now she is telling me it’s mine to take.

Her boldness surprises me, the way she sits with her legs spread over my lap. She pulls herself even closer until her breasts are against my chest.

Her hips rocking over my cock.

I growl as my cock hardens, throbbing against her.

“Are you sure?” I ask, struggling to control myself.

“I’m sure,” she replies quickly, without hesitation or doubt.

Holding her face in my hands, I stare right into her eyes because she can’t hide the truth from me. Her words might say she’s ready, but her eyes will tell me what I really want to know.

All I see is desire. Beautiful, deep blue pools glittering like diamonds. She is confident and sure of herself in this moment. She’s ready.

My heart constricts tightly. Flooded with passion, eager to have her, but I force myself to move slowly, controlled and gentle. It is her first time and I don’t want to hurt her.

I push my hands slowly up her thighs and my lips against hers. Her mouth tastes like honey. Sweet and golden. Her lips are soft and warm on mine and the sensation of her kiss sends bolts of lightning through my body.

She moans into my mouth, a sound so beautiful it makes my cock pulse.

I force her dress up over her hips, my fingers digging into her hip bones as I grip her tightly and rub her over my cock. I want to savor this moment. The moment she gives herself to me. The first man to taste her sweetness and possess her fully.

But Raisa has other ideas. She’s been waiting too long and she’s fiercely trying to take control.

She grabs the edges of her dress and pulls it up over her head. Her breasts look divine, creamy and smooth. They are so full and soft that when I caress my ands over them there is too much to hold. She is perfect.

And she is mine.

I take one of her nipples into my mouth and twist my tongue over it, teasing her, feeling it harden against my lips. She giggles nervously and when I look up at her she is biting her lip with a devilish glint in her eyes.

I watch her expression change as I cup her breast in my hands again.

Rubbing her pert nipple between my fingertips, she shudders with delight and digs her nails into my shoulder.

Leaning close to her, I trace kisses over the curve of her neck, down to her perfectly sculpted collarbone, licking my tongue over her pale skin. As smooth as silk and as white as cream.

Her hands drift down over my chest. Her fingers trace the dips and curves of my muscles.

She unbuttons my shirt and pulls it open, running her hands over my naked skin, tracing her fingers over my tattoo. An intimate gesture that turns me on even more.

Her hands drift down my stomach, to my belt, causing my heart to beat faster with anticipation.

Leaning back, she tugs the belt buckle open, sliding it from the loops and flicking it away.

Her delicate fingers pull at the button of my pants and I growl.

I’ve let her take the lead for too long. She is mine to take. Mine to control.

Now that I know she wants this as much as I do, I feel no restraint.

I stand, lifting her into my arms and place her gently onto the sofa. Looking down at her, I shrug my shirt off and toss it aside, then pull my pants open and let them drop to the floor. I kick them aside, standing naked in front of her.

She lies on her back, spreading her legs open wide for me.

I am going crazy at the sight of her. Her perfect shape. The flower of her pussy, as pink as the most beautiful rose I have ever seen.

My cock throbs and aches to feel her as I lower myself over her. I want to be inside her, claiming her in the most intimate ways.

Her eyes are hungrily devouring me, traveling up and down my body as though I am everything she desires.

Unable to wait another second I drop down onto the sofa.

Lowering myself over her, my hand pressed into the sofa above her head, her legs spread wide with my hips pressing against them.

I look into her eyes, trying to read her, as I take my cock in my hand and press it against her pussy.

Her pupils dilate and she parts her lips, letting out a soft sigh.

I slide it back and forth over her and she moans a seductive sound that shudders down my spine.

I want to tell her it’s ok if she’s changed her mind or if she’s feeling nervous but I don’t trust myself to be able to stop if she wants me to. My cock is so hard it feels like a rock in my hand. I am so desperate to be inside her—I’ve waited so long for this that I am almost in pain with the need I have for her.

She stares up at me with those gorgeous ocean-blue eyes. Pulling me in. teasing me.

Her lips curl into a nervous smile before she nods, biting her lower lip, telling me she’s ready.

With a rush of excitement, I push my cock into her, slowly, moving inch by inch and letting her adjust and be comfortable before I push further in.

When I am about halfway inside her, she gasps and I pause, worried that I’ve hurt her.

“Are you ok?”

“Yes,” she moans, tilting her hips up towards me. “Don’t stop.”

I push my cock all the way inside her pussy. My cock is buried right to the base. Our bodies locked together as close as we can possible be. Her fingers are digging into me. Her hands tight around my waist.

She is completely mine now that I’m inside her, feeling how her pussy twitches and pulses around me.

A deep growl rumbles from my chest as I pull out and thrust into her again.

She moans softly, wrapping her arms around me and digging her fingers into my back.

Raisa begins to move with me—her body ready to feel more. The initial nervousness and pain have turned to pure pleasure and she is tugging at me, begging for it.

I start rocking back and forth, faster, pushing harder into her.

Her moans grow louder and she tilts her head back against the sofa pillows.

I wrap my arm around her waist and arch her back up towards me.

She locks her legs around my waist, crying out with pleasure each time I thrust my cock into her.

I’m still nervous to hurt her, so I do my best to move gently, as hard as it is.

Raisa’s legs start to shake and I reach between her legs and rub my thumb in slow, steady circles over her clit. She can barely hold herself together. She lifts her arms above her head and grabs the fabric of the sofa, clawing at it and crying out until her orgasm slams into her, making her body shudder in throws of passion and bliss.

Watching her come pushes me completely over the edge and I explode inside her. Pushing myself deep into her. Growling like an animal who has just caught its prey.