Chapter 4

Adrian

 

 

 

I could hear the ticking of the clock like it was a countdown to the moment I drew my last breath. With each tic-tic, I felt like I was going to explode with all the emotions swirling inside my head. Not even when I had been in prison had I counted the passing hours until I was free.

Prison wasn’t supposed to be easy, but for me, it had mostly been a kind of vacation away from work. Fuck, it was the Ritz Carlton compared to the time I had spent inside the walls of the prison in St. Petersburg. I wouldn’t willingly go back, however, and I would fucking kill anyone who tried to make me.

Which was how I had ended up behind bars in the first place, thanks to a few perfectly placed snitches from my enemies.

Neither time had the passing of each minute bothered me as it was right then.

Victoria hadn’t texted me back, not once. There hadn’t been a single reply to the twenty plus messages I had sent. Fuck. Maybe I deserved the punishment she was inflicting, but I was going to lose what was left of my sanity if I didn’t hear from her soon.

If she didn’t text me in the next two minutes, I was going over there. Damn the consequences. If I couldn’t get past the gate, I would sneak inside.

I had a few inside men within Vitucci’s army, so it wouldn’t have been hard to get past the guards at the wall and into the house. I had stolen my way into more heavily guarded places than that compound from the time I was ten, and I hadn’t had the incentive I had right then to get to the one thing I wanted more than life.

The ticking of each passing second echoed inside my head, counting down the two minutes I had given her. Muttering a curse under my breath, I then picked up my keys and hit the call button for the elevator. That stubborn little minx knew how to push my buttons.

I heard the arrival of the elevator and clenched my hands into fists as I waited for it bypass the floor below then stopped on mine.

Klara and Theo had the floor below, and neither were allowed up here. Theo was a good kid, but I didn’t trust his mother not to use him to get up here, as well. She wasn’t someone I trusted. I despised that little bitch. There wasn’t anyone on the face of the earth whom I hated more than her.

I was growing more and more impatient as the elevator doors seemed to take forever to open. Earlier, its swiftness had irritated me, because it had meant that my time with Victoria was over. Now, it couldn’t come quick enough, because it was keeping me for her that much longer.

Finally, the doors opened completely, and I blew out a frustrated breath. But before I could take a step inside, the red-headed beauty who had been taking up every inch of my mind was stepping forward.

Relief flooded me as my eyes hungrily devoured the sight of her. I had only seen her a matter of hours before, yet it had felt like days.

Her hair was in a twist, pulled to the left side of her neck, thick curls cascading over her shoulder. Her makeup was flawless, and her dress … Fuck, that dress.

My body hardened just looking at her, my fingers itching to get her out of that damn thing as quickly as humanly possible so no one ever had the privilege of seeing her as I was seeing her right then.

There was an angry twist to her glossy lips as she stood before me, her eyes full of a banked fire that made me ache to touch her.

“You have ten minutes,” she snapped as she stepped around me and deeper into my living room. “I have plans for later.”

“With your sister?” I found myself demanding, jealousy twisting me like a pretzel as my eyes remained glued to her ass. Fuck me, but the curve of her hips was sheer perfection, as if some god had created her himself, to make men crave her. To destroy the world with just the sight of her walking away.

“No,” was all she said as she turned to face me once again. She caught me staring at her ass and crossed her arms over her chest.

The front view of that damn dress was just as exciting as the back. The cut went down to her naval, showing me that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I didn’t know how the fuck that dress was staying perfectly in place over her breasts, but it made me want to rip it off her that much more, just to discover what kind of sorcery was doing it.

“Who?” I growled before I could stop myself.

My jealousy doubled as I imagined her going out alone in that dress. Of one faceless sonofabitch after another danced with her, talked to her. Touched her.

Touched what was mine.

“You have nine minutes now,” she told me in a cold voice, those fiery brown eyes shooting angry flames at me. I wasn’t blind to the fact she hadn’t answered my question. “Start talking, Adrian, or I’m walking away right now.”

“That dress should be illegal,” I grumbled, raking both hands over my face. “What the fuck are you doing out in something like that?”

Her brows arched as her forehead scrunched into a frown. “Eight minutes.”

“Eight and a half,” I corrected her, thrusting my hands into the pockets of my slacks.

“Eight,” she argued, that sassy look on her face making my cock ache to push it into her tight body. “I took off an extra thirty seconds just for being a dick.”

She wasn’t going to make this easy on me; that was for sure. I loved her spirit, but right then, I wanted her to bend to my will. Just a little.

All evening I had been going over what I would tell her, how I would handle this meeting if I got to see her again. Now, with her standing in front of me, looking like Aphrodite come to life, all those things I wanted and needed to say evaporated from my mind.

As the seconds ticked down, I still couldn’t find the right words to set things right for us.

She made a pained sound and turned away from me. “I guess I’m the only one who thought this was something special,” she muttered as she walked over to the huge window that overlooked the city. “I thought we had a shot at something amazing, that I could trust you with my heart.”

The pain and hurt I heard in her voice was enough to release the paralytic hold on my vocal cords. “We do have something special, kotyonok. You are special to me.” I crossed to her in only a handful of steps, reaching out for her, then grasping each side of her waist and pulling her back against me. “Don’t give up on us, Victoria. Don’t let someone who doesn’t know the whole story tear apart what we have.”

For a few, precious moments, she let me hold her, before she stepped forward and turned to face me. “I don’t know the whole story. I don’t even know why you can’t be with me. I want answers, Adrian. I need them. P-please.”

I didn’t want to tell her, didn’t want to cause her more pain. I knew she deserved to know, but I was too fucking selfish to let her go yet. Because, I knew if I told her about Klara, she would walk out of my life then and there. No, I couldn’t chance that yet. Wouldn’t.

“There isn’t anything in the world that could keep us from being together. Ever.” I caught her hands and brought them to my chest, pressing her palms flat against my heart. “I am yours, kotyonok. Now and always. For now, let that be enough.”

“But …”

I swooped down, covering her lips with my own, stopping whatever words were about to come from that sinful mouth of hers. She tasted like the sweet juices of a freshly picked peach, which matched the color of her glossy lips.

I kissed her long, deeply, and hard, needing to show her that we were supposed to be together rather than just telling her. She needed the proof, and there was no better way to show her than to brand her with a kiss.

I felt her fingers twisting in my shirt, her nails biting into my flesh through the material as she pulled me in even closer. Her mouth opened, offering me the freedom to explore.

It was several minutes later before I could bring myself to lift my head. We were both having difficulty breathing, and she had melted against me as if she didn’t have the strength to hold herself up.

“I don’t know who told you, but it’s a mistake,” I murmured against the top of her head. Her thick, red hair smelled like daisies. I breathed the scent in deeply, holding it inside me, soothing all the fury and anxiety I’d had about her and us all day. “They know nothing of the truth. No one does. Just have a little faith in me, Victoria. I will tell you everything soon, but for now, just trust me.”

She was quiet for a long moment, but her hands didn’t remain still. She pushed them up under the back of my T-shirt, gently stroking her nails up and down my spine, attempting to distract me—and herself. This, too, I soaked up, savoring the feel of her touch.

Finally, she lifted her head, that fire of hers banked deeply in her brown eyes. “Okay, Adrian. I’ll trust you … for now.” Her mouth tilted up in a sassy smirk that I didn’t even try to keep from kissing.

With a growl that felt like it was being torn from the deepest part of myself, I swooped in for a kiss even as I lifted her into my arms. She snaked her hands around my neck, combing her fingers through my hair, as she kissed me back with everything she had. Then she wrapped her legs around my waist, and before I knew it, we were on the couch, in exactly the same position we had been earlier.

I pulled the skirt of her dress up over her hips, then found the sides of her lacy panties and ripped the delicate material apart, leaving her dripping pussy bare for my eyes.

Before Victoria, I would have said pussy was pussy. Now that I was looking at hers, seeing how wet she was for me, I knew there was a huge difference. Nothing had ever gotten me harder, made my mouth water more, than looking at how much her body was begging for me.

With one hand, I spread her pussy lips, revealing her pretty pink clit. With the other, I teased my knuckles up and down her slit, torturing us both. A few drops of her essence fell onto my fingers and I lifted them to my lips, sucking away what she had just given me.

Her eyes stayed glued to mine the whole time, her breaths coming in choppy pants. When she watched me suck away her juices from my fingers, she began to tremble as her need skyrocketed out of control.

“You taste like the sweetest peach, full of delicious juice and the most tender flesh for me to feast on.”

“Adrian.” My name came out as a gasp as she dug her nails into my shoulders, trying to steady herself. “I want you so much.”

“I know, kotyonok.” I rubbed her again, circling her opening with the tip of my middle finger, teasing her passage and enticing more droplets to fall. I could smell nothing but her, and it was only making me hungrier. “Fuck, I want you, too. So much I ache.”

As if it had a mind of its own, my dick flexed against her inner thigh, making her gasp and bite her bottom lip as her eyes shot flames of need at me.

“I want to see you,” she said on a moan as I pushed my middle finger into her to the first knuckle. She sucked in a deep breath, trying to fight what I was making her feel, then reached for my belt. “Please, I have to see you.”

I didn’t stop her as she unfastened my belt and undid the button on my slacks. Her fingers trembled as she pulled down the zipper. Then her soft hand was diving into my boxer briefs and carefully pulling my cock out so she could finally feast her eyes on it.

The tip was pink and covered in the clear, stickiness of my pre-come. She gazed down at it, hot satin covering titanium, thick blue veins pulsing to the beat of my heart.

She tried to wrap her fingers around it, but she couldn’t get them all the way around.

As she stroked her graceful fingers upward, a groan was pulled from me. When her index finger reached the tip, she massaged the sticky pre-come into the head. Then she stroked downward before returning to the tip, squeezing more liquid from it.

My balls tightened at her innocent exploration. Her wide-eyed wonder at how she could make my body physically weep for her was more of a turn on than if she had started jerking me off like a pro. I loved that I was the first man to do this with her. I would be the last man, too.

“You’re so big,” she whispered in awe. “How will you fit inside me?”

Those sweet, image-inducing words had my cock growing thicker.

I traced my thumb up her labia then swirled it around her clit before pressing down on the little bud of nerves, making her moan my name but not release her hold on me.

“Easily,” I promised her. “As wet as you are now, that is only the beginning. I will make you come over and over again. Make this little pussy gush with that delicious juice until you’re slick and ready for me.”

I kissed her shoulder, then her neck. Her hair fell forward, curtaining around us, as if blocking us both from the reality of the outside world. “Then, I will go slow. Feed you a little bit at a time until you have taken every inch of me inside you.”

“Ah …” she whimpered in pained delight when I pinched her clit, but it was a gentle pinch, and she arched her lower body against my hand, seeking more. “Do it again. Oh, God …”

She fell forward, her forehead pressing against mine as her hips thrust against my hand, wanting everything I could give her. She tightened her fingers around my cock, stroking harder, faster.

Fuck, that felt so damn good. My head fell back onto the couch.

Victoria moaned, finding my neck and kissing down to my shoulder, where she sunk her teeth into my flesh, even through the material of my shirt, marking me.

“Harder,” I urged as I stroked her clit and tried not to come in her hand then and there. “Sink your teeth deeper, kotyonok.”

Her teeth sank deeper, but before they could draw blood, her body seemed to convulse against me. Her head snapped back, her hair flowing behind her as her face twisted with the pleasure of her orgasm.

Her release had surprised us both. I had been so caught up in how good she was making me feel that I hadn’t realized she had been so close to the edge. Nevertheless, I wasn’t done with her. I wanted to make her come again. Wanted to wring every drop from her sweet pussy until she couldn’t remember anything except how good we were together.

Victoria didn’t take long to get herself back under control, and she didn’t seem any more done than I was. She took my cock into both hands, stroking upward a few more times until my pre-come was flooding over the tip and down my shaft. She shifted on my lap until I felt the sweet, molten heat of her wet pussy brushing over my length.

At that almost shy brush of her pussy against my cock, my brain switched off. Nothing mattered but making her come again, and this time, I was going with her.

I grasped her naked ass and moved her so she was on her back. Then I shifted between her legs, pressing my shaft against her clit and rubbing my length up and down her center. More wetness flooded from her, spilling onto my cock and down onto the couch.

She said something I was too far gone to understand, and it wasn’t until she said it again that I realized she wasn’t even speaking English, let alone Russian. She was crying out in Italian, her body twisting upward against mine, seeking more of the pleasure I had taught her to enjoy.

“What?” I panted. I was so fucking close I could barely remember how to talk, but she had said those same words again for a third time. “What does that mean?”

She jerked, as if surprised, as if she hadn’t even realized she had said anything at all. Then she shook her head. “Nothing,” she moaned. “It’s nothing. Please don’t stop. Oh, fucking hell, Adrian, you make me feel so good.”

Suddenly, it didn’t matter what she had said. My balls tightened almost painfully, getting ready to burst they were so heavy with my seed.

I rubbed the head of my cock through her folds, drowning it in her juices as I stroked myself with a tight grip. Blindly, I pushed her dress up to her breasts with my free hand just as I lost what little control I had and erupted all over her flat abdomen.