A storm of lust consumed me. Uncontrolled desire.
Finally.
My cock stiffened. I licked my lips and eagerly followed her off the elevator.
Chapter 1
Ava
Am I really going to do this? Yes. God yes. He’s gorgeous.
It would just be sex. Fucking. Nothing more. This wouldn’t be about love or dating. All this would be was sex and pleasure.
I deserve him.
My emotions went raw. I rode a high after this performance, one that I’d never experienced. And then Misha spoiled me in the way only he could, drowning me in roses on stage, offering me anything I could dream of tonight. He’d promised to take me anywhere, fly me anywhere, and do anything I could think of.
He’s bringing Grandma out here. Why is he so amazing?
He was willing to do and offer so much, but that wasn’t why I wanted Misha.
In the end, all I craved was him. And maybe it was the adrenaline buzzing in my body from the performance. Maybe it was the magic of the full moon or the electricity of the city. Maybe it was because, I’d denied my body for far too long. Perhaps I’d been dedicated and rational for far too long.
In my head, I’d been determined just to flirt, have a drink, and maybe give him a kiss. When we were in the limo, I promised to take my time with him, truly get to know who the real Misha was.
But on the elevator, his tongue thrust into my mouth and all logic twisted into hot need. His mouth was rich and masculine. Strong and sensually violent.
In the red glow of the elevator, his hands had stroked down my body. He’d curled his fingers around my hips. And I could no longer think about anything but his cock.
I need him. I don’t care. I just want him.
The penthouse door slammed shut behind us.
My intention was to lead him to my bedroom. Instead, he softly took my arm and pulled me to him.
“I don’t know, if I could make it to your bed,” he whispered. “I’ve wanted you for too long.”
I gasped as he pulled me into him again. My breasts softened against his hard, muscular chest. Before I could part my lips to speak, he consumed my mouth and deepened the kiss with his tongue.
The chandelier glittered overhead.
“Misha.” Another gasp left me.
He guided me back and pinned me against the wall. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to touch you? Taste you?”
“No.”
“For a year.”
“A year?”
“A year.” He nipped at my lips. “I won’t wait another minute.”
He lifted me up. I locked my legs around his hips. My gown ripped a little on the side. He groaned, pressing against my core. His thick, hard cock pushed and teased my pussy. My panties soaked from arousal. My heels slipped off my feet and fell to the floor.
He wrenched the top of my gown down, exposing my breasts. The cool air hit my nipples, making them stiffen.
“Oh, Ava,” he moaned. “You’re so beautiful.”
All I could do was watch him as he devoured me, tracing kisses down my neck. Touching my breasts. Licking my nipples. I moaned, unable to deal with anymore before exploding.
“You’re my obsession, Ava.”
“Misha.” I wanted to whisper more. I needed to ask him what he meant, but I loved the friction of his clothes against mine. I relished in the strong feel of his hard body against mine.
“Can I have you, Ava?”
“Please…now…”
The tearing of my panties came next. Part of the silk still dangled on one of my thighs, but I didn’t care. My legs spread further apart, as I held onto him.
“Finally.” He unzipped his pants.
I didn’t see his cock, but I felt it, right as he entered me.
“Oh.” That was the only word that escaped my lips.
“Ava.” Then his mouth was back on mine, searing my soul.
Pleasure assaulted my body as he moved in and out with precision. So thick and long. I lost myself in him. In the rhythm. In the thrusts. In the strokes. My body twisted as he pinned me against the wall, pumping that big, fat cock into my pussy. My breasts bounced. My torn gown dangled with the movements.
“Tell me,” he whispered as I came close to orgasming. “Tell me.”
My breathing picked up.
Darkness rode his whisper. “Only me.”
Delirious, I rode the brink of release, whispering back, “Only you.”
What else could I say, when it felt so good? All I could think about was him in that moment. He was all I yearned for. He was all I needed. There would be no other, if he came to me like this, with roses and adoration, with heated gorgeousness and panty-wetting kisses.
How could I even think about anyone else after him?
He gripped my hips hard and drove deeper, expanding and bouncing me on his cock. And all his words shifted to Russian.