4
Vasilije
I tossed Oksana’s damp clothes in a laundry basket at the back of my walk-in closet, when I should have trashed them, but I was feeling lazy. No, not lazy. Too impatient to go downstairs and throw her shit in the garbage. If she took too long, I’d go in there and get her.
Had she noticed me when I ducked in the bathroom? I hadn’t seen her, but I also hadn’t been looking. I was saving that moment for later, and I was curious how she was going to react. Would she try to stay in the shower all night, or wrap one of the short towels around her body? Or would she come out stark fucking naked?
I lit up a joint and drew the smoke into my lungs. If Luka saw me smoking weed in the house, he’d lose his goddamn mind, but he wasn’t here anymore, was he? I could drop ash everywhere and stink up the master bedroom. I didn’t, though. I grabbed the bowl I used as an ashtray and went to the window, cracking it open a few inches.
Cold seeped in as I stared at the bed.
My father had fucked his whore on this very bed, which led to my mother’s death. The mattress was new, but otherwise it was the same. Was I sick for moving in here? It hadn’t bothered Luka when he’d done it. It was the biggest, nicest room in the house.
I only toked a few puffs and stubbed the joint out. I could get high as fuck some other time. Tonight, I just wanted to feel different. Better. I blew the air clean from my lungs out the window, and then slid it shut, quieting the sound of the rain.
The shower stopped, and I heard the glass door swing open.
A smile burned across my lips. What was the Russian girl thinking about right now? Was she panicking? Was she going to look for a weapon to defend herself with? She could go ahead. She wouldn’t need it. My attack on her wouldn’t be physical.
There were a few quiet sounds, but nothing to give me a clue what she was doing.
The bathroom door opened.
Fuck. Me. Sideways.
I’d hoped she’d come out with a towel tucked under her arms, barely covering her pussy and ass, but instead she was wrapped up in a plush black robe. My robe. I never wore it and forgot it was hanging on the back of the door.
It was way too big on her. She had one hand clenched on the front, holding the robe closed in addition to the belt knotted around her hips. Her other arm hung at her side, and the sleeve of the robe went past her fingertips. She stood in the semi-hallway between the bathroom and the closet and peered at me, trying to hide any trace of fear from her expression.
She failed.
I wasn’t ready for the sight of her wearing my robe, but strangled back the knee-jerk reaction of demanding she take it off. Drawing this out would be fun, and I couldn’t deny there was something interesting about seeing her like this.
“That’s mine,” I said casually. “I didn’t say you could wear it.”
Her hand clenched tighter and she took a step back. Her voice was whisper-quiet. “You took my clothes.”
“Yeah. So, you’re naked under there?”
For a micro-second, she looked at me like I was a fucking idiot, and then it disappeared. Her expression went blank.
No answer was all the answer I needed. “How does it feel?” I asked. “You like my robe wrapped around your body? Hanging on your tits? Clinging to your ass?” Every step of my approach made her eyes twice as wide. “You like having my smell all over you?”
Her breath hitched.
I seized the knot of the belt, wrapping my fist around it and jerking her up against me. She stumbled into my chest and flung a hand out, but I didn’t release my grip. Instead, I ran a hand over the part of the robe that covered her thighs, moving up until I was massaging her pussy through the fabric.
“It’s so soft,” I said. “Feels so good against your skin, doesn’t it?”
“B’layd!” She spat the foreign word at me with horror. “Don’t touch me.”
I stroked her, pressing my hand deep between her legs, and got her to moan. I couldn’t tell if it was all shock, or if there was pleasure mixed in, too. “I’m just touching what’s mine,” I said. “If you don’t like it, take off the robe.”
Oksana wasn’t looking at me. Her gaze was focused on my brow, only giving the illusion of attention. She blinked furiously as I continued to slide my fingers over the robe. If she let me keep going, I’d have my hand inside soon. I’d already worked it beneath one side, bringing my touch closer.
She shuddered and her breath went ragged. Her chest heaved, struggling to process the air.
Her warm hand closed on top of mine on the knot, and I paused. “I’ll give you what you want.” She swallowed a breath, gathering strength. “Will you do the same? Please, Vasilije?”
Her tone was soft, but the words had meaning. Why did she hate being touched so much? She eased my hand away, and I allowed it. Relief visibly poured through her. The space was good for me, too. Blood was already pumping straight to my dick, and I didn’t fucking like that at all. She was Russian.
Pussy is pussy, my dick fired back at me.
I turned and went into the bedroom, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, and leaned back, propped up on my arms. I wanted to take the robe off her. Slide my hands inside and peel it down slowly one side at a time, torturing her as I revealed every naked inch of her body. But making her do it under my command was better. I wanted her overwhelmed and buckling beneath my control.
She padded cautiously out into the light of the bedroom and stood before the bed, her gaze zeroed in on my chest. She said she’d give me what I wanted, but she hadn’t a fucking clue what that was.
“Off.”
The single word from me charged the air. It crackled with intensity as her trembling hands fell to the belt. Electricity sparked across my skin as she slowly worked the knot free. I’d given my staff orders, and I constantly told Alek what to do, but this . . . this felt different. My pulse kicked. Satisfaction flowed in my veins, stronger than the buzz from my joint.
“Look at me,” I ordered. I wanted to see everything in her eyes as she became vulnerable.
But she kept her gaze on my chest and shook her head, sucking down a huge breath. “I can’t.”
Oksana moved fast, like she’d gotten a burst of courage. She shrugged out of the thick black fabric, and it dropped as a curtain to the floor. I—
Tits.
Her creamy skin and pink nipples were so fucking sexy, I forgot how to breathe. I liked the way her natural breasts sat like teardrops instead of the round globes of fake tits. I wanted to run my tongue down the curve of her flat belly, journeying on to the thin patch of groomed stubble covering her pussy.
My cock snapped to attention, jerking in my pants. She was too skinny. I could see the lines of her ribs, but otherwise she was flawless. Her waist was tiny, but her hips curved, and she had legs for fucking days.
“Sranje,” I swore under my breath. I dragged my gaze up to her eyes, but she refused to look at me. Her face was flushed red.
Her shyness annoyed me. Guys had to be telling her all the time how hot she was. I’d fucked plenty of girls who weren’t as good looking, and when we’d gotten down to business, they’d raced to strip and show off their goods. They’d been proud, and it was sexy. So, this bashful routine was stupid and disingenuous.
I wanted her gaze on mine. The need was . . . surprising.
“Oksana.”
Her blue eyes finally settled on me. Jesus fuck, what had my joint been laced with? Her haunting eyes made me want to stand up. They whispered to walk the five or six steps to her, grab the messy knot of hair on the back of her head, and slam my mouth over hers. I wanted to fuck her mouth, not with my cock . . . but with my tongue.
I was messed up.
She was trembling so hard, she mimicked a skyscraper the moment after the demolition charges on the supports had been blown. Barely held together and about to collapse. I sat up straighter so I could move fast if she did.
The longer I stared at her, the more I believed her shyness wasn’t an act. She was legitimately terrified. So, why didn’t she run? Why’d she take the robe off without a fight? I had to adjust my game to keep up.
I lifted my hands in a fake surrender. “I’m not touching you right now.” I swept my gaze down her amazing body. “Even though I really fucking want to.” It wasn’t a lie. In fact . . . “I can’t wait to slide my hands all over you. Inside you. Make you wet. Have you moaning for me to get you off.”
She tore her gaze away and didn’t know what to do with her hands. They moved nervously from her sides, to her hips, until she crossed her arms over her chest. Her anxiety was so strong, the taste of it was thick and intoxicating in the air.
I stood from the bed. “You don’t like sex?”
Her bottom lip quivered. It took forever for her to answer me, and her voice faltered. “I . . . wouldn’t know.”
What the fuck did she mean? I laughed, but it died in my throat. You’ve got to be fucking with me.
“You’re a virgin.” I didn’t ask it as a question, but my tone was skeptical.
She pressed her lips together in a thin line and nodded.
Was it true? The Russian whore was actually a virgin? She didn’t like to be touched, and maybe she was religious enough to want to save herself for marriage. Her freaking out at being naked made more sense now.
My cock grew harder against the fly of my jeans. I’d never had a virgin before. When I was fifteen, one of my stepmother’s friends popped my cherry while her husband played golf with my dad. All the girls I’d dated after that affair had already jumped on a cock by the time I got to them.
I was happy with my new toy, but to find out she was brand new? That I was going to be the one to tear open the plastic wrap and take her out of the box? I had to rein in my excitement. No one had touched her the way I was going to, and I’d always be the first.
Her expression was desperate. “Can we do this?” She shivered. “I want to get it over with.”
I strolled close and dropped my voice low. “No.”
Fuck, no. My laugh was evil. I wasn’t going to give her exactly what she wanted, and besides, this was something to be enjoyed. Savored. All my plans for her shifted for the hundredth time tonight.
“You anxious to have me punch your V card?” I asked. “You get that I have to touch you to fuck you, right?” To reinforce it, I ran my fingertip down her arm, and grinned as she flinched away. I liked how skittish she was.
“I know how it works.” Her shoulders were tight, but she didn’t turn away or bend down to put the robe back on. Her body was saying no, but her words were telling me yes. It fucked with my head, when I wanted to do that to hers.
“Do you, now, virgin?” This time I trailed all of my fingertips down her chest, sweeping them over her erect nipple, and watched goosebumps lift on her skin. “You know what it’s gonna be like when I push my cock inside and tear up your innocent little pussy?”
She gasped, choking on air.
The decision was made instantly. No fucking her tonight. Leaving her suspended in anticipation got me so hard, my dick ached. It came with its own pleasure, and I’d get my satisfaction from her in another way. Until I was ready, I’d keep pushing. I’d goad her to tell me to stop.
She blinked and tried to pull herself back together. Her hands shot out and latched onto my belt, and I stood there like an idiot, stunned. My cock was thrilled, but the rest of me was pissed. I was the one in control, not her. This was going to happen on my terms.
I grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back, forcing her to arch her breasts into me. The heat of them soaked through the cotton of my shirt as she pressed against my chest, and her chin tipped up. I stared down into her startled eyes. I wasn’t the kind of guy to pay attention to eye color. I focused on the parts that interested me, the tits and ass. Yet I looked at every variation of blue in her irises.
“You’re beautiful.”
I froze. What the fuck, mouth? I tightened my grip on her wrists, wrenching her hands further behind her back, like I was punishing her for causing my stupid comment. The muscle along her jaw tightened, announcing she was clenching her teeth tightly.
She was naked in my arms, and our faces were only a breath away. Every second of silence that ticked by was heavier than the last. Her lush lips were right there if I wanted to take them. She didn’t squirm in my hold or ask me to stop touching her. She just stood there, peering up at me. Waiting for me to do something.
So, fuck it.
I dipped my head down and pressed my mouth to hers.