Chapter Five

She backed away frowning this was not what she had expected,

‘Thank you but I have a perfectly good room back at our hotel, I really don’t need another one. I’d like to leave now please’

She turned back toward the stairs and began to walk away but he caught her easily spinning her back into his arms and pushing her against the door kissing her possessively. Lissa gasped at his actions and he took advantage his tongue invading her mouth. Claiming her expertly he deepened the kiss and she was lost unable to resist the pull between them she melted against him his touch setting her body on fire as he picked her up carried her into the room and kicked the door shut behind him.

‘You are staying here with me little Zaya. Now I have found you I am not letting you go.’                                He laid her on the bed and pinned her beneath him kissing her over and over again leaving Lissa breathless her whole body burning with a desire she had never felt before. All she could see was him, all she could feel was his touch on her burning body, her mind was blank she was all hot sensation wherever his body touched hers. This beautiful man was possessing her completely her body responding to his, when he pushed down the top of her dress to expose her breasts she shivered with pleasure and longing. Gasping with shock as he rained hot kisses down her neck to the valley between them his eyes not leaving hers he circled her nipple with his tongue and then took it into his mouth sucking it into a hard little peak. Lissa was a very innocent virgin, she had never even had a proper boyfriend, and no man had ever kissed her let alone touched her like he was doing. His hand was stroking slowly up her inner thigh and when he reached the apex he watched her intensely as he stroked his fingers over her panties. Another shiver ran down her spine what he was doing felt so good, so right, she wanted him to keep stroking her, touching her stoking the volcano inside her that was ready to erupt. Luca had planned to take it very slowly knowing he had to be careful she was a fragile flower and needed gentle handling but his fingers felt how wet her lacy panties were and keeping his own lust in check was so fucking hard.                                                                        'Fuck'                                                                                                                                                                He grunted running a  finger over the sopping material and pushing it to one side,                                      'You are so ready for me little Zaya.'                                                                                                                     He said slipping his fingers underneath and touching her flesh, fear gripped Lissa when he touched her naked body she stiffened in shock.                                                                                                                      'What the hell was she thinking? She did not know this man he was a stranger and she was letting him touch her intimately.

‘No, no don’t’

She wriggled from his grasp and backed up against the headboard her eyes terrified and wide with shock,

‘What are you doing?’

She gasped trembling pulling the dress back up to hide her breasts and he frowned in confusion,

‘What you wanted?’

She flushed and looked away from him embarrassed,

‘No, I mean yes, I mean oh God, I do not know. I’m sorry.’

She covered her face with her hands and he was surprised to see she was crying again, sitting up he pulled her onto his lap and held her close stroking her back,

‘Hey, don’t cry it's okay little Zaya, come on, you can talk to me.’

He was very confused she had seemed so willing and he had no doubt her friend was, in all probability, on her hands on knees giving Anton the blow job of his life, it would appear, that Lissa was a very different prospect from her friend and he was only just realizing that now. He had got this so wrong, she was not a good-time girl like Mylene and then the reality hit him like a hammer blow to his libido,

‘Oh Fuck no, this cannot be true.’

He lifted her chin to look into her eyes,

‘You are a fucking virgin aren’t you?’

He watched as her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed deeper pink the truth was radiating from her and she lowered her head in shame and nodded fat tears trickled down and she bit her lip managing to look like an extremely sexy fallen angel. 

‘Yes, I am. I’m so sorry, I have never even had a proper boyfriend before this is all so strange to me.’

She whispered and he was horrified by her confession and by what he had come very close to doing,

‘How old are you? Are you even old enough to be in my club? Are you fucking jailbait let me guess you are linked to the Italians aren't you?’

He shouted at her holding his breath and demanding answers scaring her further,

‘I, I, I am eighteen, it was my birthday a couple of weeks ago and we were celebrating finishing our exams, of course, I am old enough in England I am legally old enough to do whatever I want, ’

She whispered her cheeks burning with embarrassment now and her heart dropped when he almost leaped from the bed and pulled on his clothes,

‘Fuck, you need to read up on American laws little Zaya’

Shaking his head he walked to the door and tossed over his shoulder,

‘Go to bed little Zaya’

He ordered and slammed it behind him making her jump with fear not understanding what she had done that was so wrong and letting the tear roll down her cheeks.                                                                           'Well that would teach her, she had let her defenses down and taken a chance, and look what good that had done her? She placed her head in her hands trying desperately not to make a noise, she did not want them to know she was such an innocent, curling onto the bed she dragged the sheet over her and bit one of the pillows to stop her sobs crying herself to sleep.

‘Zinni, Sergi, get up here, the young lady does not leave this room until morning understood?’

They nodded in unison taking up positions on either side of the bedroom door,

‘Yes Boss’

They saluted him and watched as he headed for his room and a cold shower, they looked at each other and then froze at the sound of quiet sobbing coming from the room their eyes met in confusion,                   'Why was she crying?'                                                                                                                                       They did not understand surely he hadn't forced her?'                                                                                  The thought passed between them but then both shook their heads vehemently,

'No way'                                                                                                                                                          Zinni mouthed at Sergi and the other man nodded his head,                                                                          'No, there had to be another reason, there was no way the Pakhan would have forced the girl, some would, some didn't care as long as they got what they wanted but Luca was not like that he had always, without exception treated women fairly and with respect. Even when they were as stubbornly beautiful as this one he just would not do it they were convinced of it the crying had stopped so they leaned against the walls and chatted quietly between themselves.  

‘Fuck’

Luca groaned as the water from his shower cascaded over his body, his cock was so hard he knew he had to do something about it or he would get no sleep tonight. Gripping his shaft he began to rub it hard staring blindly in front of him but it did not stop his brain from bringing up the image of the sexy temptress who had lain beneath him. Her beautiful red/gold tresses spread out on his pillow, her perfect breasts with their hard little nubs so responsive to his fingers and mouth and she had been so wet, so ready for him. His loud groan echoed around the shower as he spent his seed over the tiled floor then breathing heavily he finished his shower and lay on his bed. It was a waste of time trying to sleep all he could see was that stunning red/gold hair and those enchanting emerald-green eyes staring into his own.    ‘Fuck it’

He thought angrily, he wanted her and she was old enough even if she was innocent,

‘She is old enough.'                                                                                                                                          He told himself his eyes dark with lust so he would have to seduce her and teach her what he wanted and then, when she was ready he would get what he wanted and fuck her. He was hooked on the pretty English Rose, his little Zaya and there was no way he was ever going to let her go.’

Lissa woke up an hour later still shocked and confused by his sudden departure from the bedroom and it scared her when she discovered the door was locked and she was trapped there. She had no idea what was going on but was so exhausted by all that had happened she just stripped off her dancing clothes and showered then crawled back into bed wearing an old T-shirt she found in a drawer and fell straight back into a restless sleep.

When she woke up the next morning she had a better look at the room she was trapped in, throwing open the curtains she saw that apart from the ensuite the room also had a walk-in wardrobe.

‘Wow’

She exclaimed throwing open the double doors and stepping cautiously inside she discovered it was full of the most exquisite women's clothes she had ever seen and they were all untouched still with their tags on. She frowned as she looked closer the clothes were almost exclusively in her size and it did not surprise her to see there was nothing she would have actually chosen to wear. She was not a ‘dressy up’ wear-a-dress person, she had let Mylene choose for her last night but normally she would be wearing jeans and shirts. This wardrobe was full of designer dresses and she had no interest in them and wandered back out of it and went through the drawers in the bedroom instead. She found a couple of them had beautiful handmade white dress shirts folded neatly inside picking one out she tugged it over her head and it buried her coming to her knees but it was the only thing she felt comfortable in. She certainly wasn’t going to wear any of those awful tarty dresses, they were for old women in their thirties she told herself and giggled if he did not kick her out this morning she would have to explain her dress code. Without knowing it she looked stunning, her long hair was loose tumbling down her back in a curtain of red/gold curls past her cute little ass, her beautiful face was makeup free and she was barefoot. Cautiously she tried the door and found this time it was open and the guards had disappeared she was hesitant but her tummy rumbled hungrily. Following her nose to what she hoped was a kitchen taking a deep breath she pushed open the door and froze in fear. It was the dining room and it was full of men, tall, muscled, gorgeous men and they all turned to look at her curiously.

‘Fuck’

She whispered blushing prettily, way out of her depth she did not move, like a tiny deer caught in the headlights of a car. Nikita inhaled sharply when the door opened to reveal the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, without makeup and the glittery mini dress she stood in the doorway in his boss's shirt. She managed to look incredibly sexy and sweetly innocent at the same time and she also looked terrified at the sight of all the soldiers and Capo’s having breakfast,

‘Lissa!’

Mylene who was sitting on Anton’s knee jumped to her feet and ran to her friend,

‘I wondered where you had got to girlfriend. Did the big bad Pakhan keep you locked up all night?  No worries you are here now so come and meet my Anton, isn't he just delectable’