Chapter Seven - Sylvia
No, Fedor Volkov wasn’t going to have his way. He stood in front of her with his feet parted and his hands stuffed into the pockets of his trousers. His beard lay thick on his face, his blue eyes caught the light of the rising moon and looked nearly silvery now. His face was pale in the moonlight but his gaze was fierce. She could picture him naked, with his broad chest and his wide shoulders, his biceps clenched as he held her by the waist. She had never felt so turned on by a man she thought she detested. Her seduction of him wasn’t going to be difficult, Sylvia thought. She wanted him.
“Without manners, we will all turn into animals,” Fedor said flatly, watching her as she walked towards him. They were alone on the balcony, and she knew there were people inside the house. Pyotr, his bodyguards, the housekeepers, the cooks… But in that moment she felt like they were all alone.
“And what is wrong with animals?” she whispered when she had reached him. Their bodies were only a few inches apart. She had to look up at him as she spoke, while he had to hang his head down to look at her. He towered over her and she could feel herself beginning to get wet.
She hadn’t been with a man before, not all the way at least. She was still a virgin. She had led a sheltered life, Fedor was right in that regard. And no guy had been good enough to take her virginity, not in school, not in college… That is, if they could get past her father first. But Fedor Volkov was doing something to her body that she had no control over. He was at least two decades older than her, if not more, but no man before had been this sexy. Just his calmness, his casualness, the control he exuded and also the way he studied her body.
Like now, she knew he was watching her. He had memorized all the curves and angles of her flesh. She wanted so desperately to touch him.
“Go back to the table, Sylvia. Finish your dinner,” he said, in a commanding tone, though his voice wasn’t raised.
“I’m not a child, Fedor. I’ll do what I want,” she said, licking her lips. He followed the movement of her tongue, and she could see that his gaze was still focused on her body. Was he losing his control just like she was? Her father was going to lose his shit!
“Do what you want then, you’ll have to excuse me,” he said and turned on his heels, but Sylvia had grabbed him by the wrist. He stopped and turned to look at her in shock. By the look in his eyes, nobody had ever dared to do this to him before. He didn’t know how to react.
“You’re the one being ill-mannered now. I’m your guest,” she said softly and he stood there watching her, his wrist still tightly wrapped by her hand.
It happened at lightning speed. One moment he was staring at her, and the next moment their bodies were pressed together, and his lips were on hers. She let go of his wrist and his hands clutched her face tightly as he kissed her.
It was a hungry kiss, he was devouring her and she felt breathless and giddy.
He felt like a giant next to her body, straining her face up with his hands so he could kiss her. She moaned as she kissed him back, welcoming his tongue inside her mouth.
Sylvia placed her hands on his shoulders and stood up on her toes so that they could kiss more easily, till she felt his large warm hands on her waist and he raised her up.
He was holding her up as he continued to kiss her. Then he pulled away and she bent her neck backward, her flesh still warm and tingling from that long tempestuous kiss. His lips were on her neck next, slowly grazing her skin with his tongue till he reached the top of her breasts.
Then he let her go, so suddenly that she felt like she would crash to the floor when he put her down.
“You are drunk,” he said, angry with himself and her.
“You kissed me!” Sylvia said, staring back at him with her mouth open. She wanted more, she didn’t want it to end. She wanted him to tear her clothes off, to lick her breasts, her belly, between her legs.
“Go to sleep Sylvia, you’re drunk,” he repeated, beginning to walk away now.
“You kissed me, Fedor. And I’m not drunk,” she screamed but he was gone now, sliding the glass doors of the balcony back into place.
She stood alone on the balcony, suddenly shivering as she watched him disappear out of sight.
This wasn’t going according to plan. He had kissed her, that was done, enough to make her father angry. But that wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough for her. She wanted more now that she had gotten a taste of him. Fedor Volkov stood for everything she despised, and yet she couldn’t stop thinking about him.
Her legs felt weak and she sat down with a thump on the chair that he had been sitting on.
She could still taste him on her breath, still feel his hands on her waist. She wanted him to come back, and yet he had walked away. He had put a stop to this.
She poured some more wine into her glass and drank from it greedily. If she wasn’t going to get what she wanted, then she might as well make the most of her vacation.
Sylvia pulled her own chair towards her and put her feet up on it, facing the sunset. The waves crashed against the shore as she drank her wine. A soft sea breeze blew her hair over her face and she smiled. This wasn’t over yet.