Dirty Obsessions - The Lion and The Mouse
He slammed hard into me.
So hard, I swore the wall shook and vibrated against my back.
This man is mine. I don’t care how dangerous he is. I don’t care who his cousin is or what his family does. . .he’s all mine. No one else can have him.
Minutes later, we both lay naked on the bed.
Dinner and our party were all forgotten. It was just us alone, somewhere underground in St Petersburg. Away from all. Silence filled the elegant space.
He lay on his back. I rested on him and moved my fingers along the huge tattoo on his muscular chest.
The intricately designed ink formed a large holy cross. Unlike the ones that I’d seen in a church, a binary code lay within the grooves of this cross. 010101. Over and over the pattern of zeros and ones repeated in the immaculate cross.
“This is an amazing night.” I drew a circle around the top of the cross.
“Do you ever want to come back here?”
“Yes. I love it here.” I lifted my head and directed my view to him. “This place reminds me of you.”
He had his eyes closed. “How?”
“You’re one person on the outside. CEO. Millionaire. High-tech guru. However, that’s only what people walking by would understand.”
“I don’t let many people in.”
“Like the club, the person needs a special code.”
“Or to be the most talented ballerina in the world.”
“Maybe. But the more I get to know you, the more I find myself exploring secret corridors and sliding away walls to reveal hidden stairs leading to underground pleasures. Your many men inside of one person. You’re like a Russian tea doll with other wooden dolls of decreasing size placed one inside another.”
Misha opened his eyes and gazed at me. “Does that scare you?”
“A few weeks ago, it might have.”
“And now?”
“I know you care about me. I understand that. . .you’ll always be there to protect me. I’m no longer afraid of opening you up and meeting the other Mishas inside.”
“I will protect you.”
“I know.” I let out a long breath. “But are you safe? Are you out of danger?”
He smirked. “Yes.”
“Is that a lie?”
“Your idea of out of danger is different from mine.”
“How?”
“Danger to me is a man in front of me, holding a gun and ready to shoot. Right now, there’s only a spellbindingly beautiful woman naked and laying on top of me. How could I ever think I was in danger?”
“Misha, you know damn well what I’m asking.”
“I do, but then you’re talking about the possibility of danger.”
“That’s still danger.”
“No, Ava. That’s just enemies in the shadows.”
“Which is terrifying.”
“To you, but my father was Igor Stronz. Even when he was young, they called him the Old Fox. They said he was tricky since he started walking.” Misha’s expression shifted to sadness. “And he was the sort of man that had many enemies. Just from being his son, I inherited those enemies.”
It was hard to process how he must’ve felt as a kid, growing up with such a man.
“I’m also Kazimir’s unofficial cousin, yet deeper than any blood relative could be.”
“You have his enemies too?”
“If anyone wants to get to him, they could try to get to me. And if anyone went after him, I would fight them.”
Fear filled me.
“So, when you ask if I’m out of danger, all I could do is say yes. In this moment, it is just you and me. In the end, all that matters is this moment.”
“And what about those wealthy families here in St Petersburg?”
“I do not fear them. The only thing that terrifies me is losing you.”
“You would never lose me.”
“Then, why would I think I’m in danger of anything. With you, I would survive a thousand enemies.”
“Misha.”
He wrapped his arms around me. “Never worry about the future. It’s unpredictable and unknown. Focus on this moment. Concentrate on our pleasure.”
I formed my lips into a weak smile. “I wish I could protect you.”
“You are. Right now. Your spending time with me is making me stronger than I’ve ever been.”
Before I could speak, he flipped me onto my back and consumed me. Just when I thought we were resting, he brought my body back to excitement. He was inside of me in seconds. And my pussy was so wet for him. His strokes. His pumps. His hard thrusts removed all of my anxiety.
Misha was right.
How could I stress about the future with all the pleasure enveloping around us? How could I wonder about some threat far away when we made love underground? How could I think of anything else when this seductive man fucked me until my voice grew hoarse, my bun sweated out, and my limbs went sore?Chapter 7
Misha
Hours later, Ava and I returned to the white room.
Oh. They definitely partied without us.
The white room could no longer be called that. I didn’t know how, but somebody’s green sequined dress hung from one of the white chandeliers. I couldn’t find its naked owner and no one appeared too worried about it. A woman slept in one corner. I was fairly sure she didn’t come with us. In another corner, three ballerinas made out on the floor. On the right, another set of ballerinas balanced bottles on their heads. Ava’s guards handed each other several rubles as if betting on which ballerina would drop the bottle. As soon as they exchanged the money, they watched the ballerinas balance the bottles in pure fascination.