Chapter Two
Destiny Walker
Holy Spirit protect me now. I was prepared for fun in the sun at my best friend’s brother’s island resort, but one look at him and I know it will be so much more than that. Ivan is the hottest man I've ever laid my eyes on. When I first saw him, his suit was perfect. Since we got in the limo, it's wrinkled and a bit wet from where I rubbed my pussy on him. Shamelessly, l am about to throw my virginity out the window. There is something about this man that makes me forget I was saving myself for marriage.
His sexy Russian promise to fuck me hard is all I can think about. I'm grinding on him like my life depends on it.
“Come for me, Princess,” he rasps into my ear. When he rips open the buttons on my cover up, I shudder. The next thing I know, his hot, wet mouth is sucking on my left nipple.
“Oh, fuck. Ivan. I. Shit.” I scream before he kisses me, drowning it out. The orgasm that builds within me is unlike anything I've felt on my own.
When I float back down to earth, he is staring at me.
“Hi,” he says.
“Hi.” I can feel the blush starting to creep up my face. “I don't know what came over me,” I say honestly.
“I do. I will only apologize for the location. When I get you into my space, all bets are off.”
“I don't know what to say to that.”
“You don't have to say anything, Princess. I did not know what to expect when I met you, but you are already mine.”
Yeah, I think I am going to love being his Princess.
When we get to resort, I am blown away.
“This place is absolutely beautiful,” I say as he helps me out if the limo.
“We like it.” His smirk is kind of endearing.
“I bet,” I say as he grabs my hand, leading me inside.
He takes me immediately to an elevator. It opens into the living room of a suite.
I don’t know what he expects of me, but I feel like we should talk about it.
“Is this where I am staying?”
“Yes. You will be here with me.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Princess, I just made you come. You know you do not want to be too far me.”
Is it insane that he is right? That I want more of what only he can give me?
“Maybe,” I say shrugging, trying my hand at being coy. “I would really like to take a bath. Is that ok?”
“Of course, Destiny. You are not a prisoner here.”
“Despite being kidnapped?” I laugh.
“Despite that,” he says, laughing.
I find my way to the bathroom and start filling the tub. I strip and climb in. As I lean back on the towel pillow I made, Journey starts playing, seemingly from nowhere. I love Journey. How does he know that?
I am barely eighteen, I shouldn’t want this much from him, this quickly. Why doesn’t this man frighten me? I realize I don’t even know how old he is.
I miss my gran. She’d know what to do, what to say. I can’t believe that it has only been two months since she died and left me all alone, practically. Aileen Walker was a saint of a woman who raised me. My parents are alive and well. They are the US Ambassadors to France and Russia, respectively. Jason and Jacinda Walker are perfect statesmen. Even from afar, I know they love me. They pushed me to excel at everything. Languages, math, literature, history. You name it and I can do it. Somehow, I know my parents won't have any kind words to say about Ivan. But I need to grow up and stop being a good girl. I want to be bad. With Ivan. I don't know what tomorrow will bring, but I know what I want to happen tonight. I pull drain open and stand.
Stepping out on the bath mat, I use a soft, white towel to dry off. There is a nice selection of lotions, so I grab the first one I see and start slathering it on. Being bold, I wrap the towel around me and leave the bathroom. I find Ivan sitting on the couch. He has changed out if his suit into a pair of sweatpants. He has the TV on, but his head is resting on the back of the couch, eyes closed. I take the time to stare at his shirtless chest. His fancy suit didn't do him justice.
“Are you going to stare at me like that all night? Or are you going to come over here?”
“How did you know?” I say moving to stand in between his slightly parted legs.
“I can smell you. You are wearing my scent.” His eyes open. I drop my towel. His growl takes me by surprise as he grips my hips and settles me over his cock.
“I feel like I should tell you that I've never done this before.” I say trailing my fingernails over his pecs.
“You are untouched for me? Fuck, Princess. Once I have that pussy, there is no going back.” I nod. “Words. Tell me.”
“Da, moy prints.” Yes, my prince. He sucks on my collar bone. I know that's going to leave a mark. I want that. His mark.
“I'm not a prince, baby. I'm your fucking king.”
“Oh, God.” Why does that make me wetter? “I need you.” I am grinding on him again.
He lifts me in a way that has my pussy flush with his mouth. Holy shit, I am chanting his name. Like a fucking prayer. My orgasm is quick and brutal. My legs are still shaking when he lifts me and carries me to his bed.
“What the fuck is wrong with your body?” he says, looking concerned.
“What?” I say, looking down.
Son of a bitch. What a shitty time to have an allergic reaction.