Before kissing her, he pulled her close from her waist to begin merging hungrily with her mouth, enfolding her in his arms, feeling her slim waist as she placed her hands on his shoulders, then wrapping them around his neck.He sat her on the couch, parting her legs on either side to position himself firmly standing, still facing her, to remove his jacket.Once he took it off, he embraced her again to lay her lengthwise on the furniture. His hands slid down to her hips, moving them towards the center and gripping her buttocks firmly over the fabric of her shorts.The brunette was breathless, unable to stop sighing into that kiss, feeling tickles in her belly and softly moaning because her groin craved more closeness and friction with any part of Andrei's body.She reciprocated his kiss as skillfully as she could because it was the only thing she felt confident doing; it was the only thing she knew she did very well when it came to physical contact with a man.She became even more agit
Music to his ears, so he continued rubbing his tongue and hand, feeling how the brunette's body moved in reaction, then leaving that to drive her more crazy.Both hands took hold of Elisa's hips to start burying his face in the dancer's femininity, moving his head back and forth, from side to side rhythmically, causing friction that made the brunette raise her torso towards Andrei, then falling back to arch her back.What was he doing to her? She couldn't take it anymore; the fire was burning her body completely, but she wanted that fire to consume her whole.Andrei backed away slightly to breathe better, looking up at her, enchanted by Elisa's embarrassed face and intensely red cheeks.He kissed her intimacy again, then slowly inserted his tongue into her and advanced to feel how her walls closed tightly against his tongue.He closed his eyes delightfully; his manhood would be enclosed in that way if he had opted for that action, but what he was doing had him drooling over the vulner
If that was the case, then destiny was belittling him because there were many other things that could please him before a new toy straight out of the factory.He wasn't a child; he was a man about to turn thirty-three...He lost himself in her face again, then moved down to her breasts with his fiery gaze, passing by her abdomen and ending at her vagina with his hand there. He added his index finger to his small and gentle invasion, watching how her body reacted to his touches and noting how he yearned to possess her.He laid her back on the sofa and positioned himself between her legs while still stimulating her down there, and with his spare hand, he undid his pants.Elisa was anxious and nervous at the same time; it would probably hurt her, but she had been feeling stretched for a while now and wanted it to happen because her body was craving it. She looked at the brunette, who looked back at her with that characteristic fire and coldness, and she relaxed because it was the way to
He took her hips and sat up, kneeling as he lifted her from his grip to immobilize her against the backrest of the couch.He took his member and directed it back to her entrance, thrusting in to start moving without caution, fast; entering and exiting carelessly, making her jerk in the opposite direction as her legs clung tightly to his waist, as if he were her pole and she was dancing."Unh, ah!" the brunette moaned loudly, it was too much for her, and she felt like she could climax at any moment.She needed to release all that pleasure into something, so she positioned herself better on his hips, clinging to his neck, pressing her abdomen and chest against his, moaning softly and sweetly in his ear.Andrei felt her so close to him that he closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of her body and her sweat bathing his skin. He didn't want her to move away either, so he placed his hands on the couch's backrest, guiding his thrusts more effectively.However, Elisa soon needed to look at him
"I'm sorry, honey, but this place belongs to us," said a woman who seemed several years older than her, bending down to take her by the arm and lift her up.Seeing herself being manhandled, the brunette pushed the woman away.Couldn't they let her cry in peace? She vomited before snatching a client from one of those vulgar women and getting into the car with a disgusting man."Leave me alone, you fucking whore!" she shouted in her language.She didn't have the headspace to think in Russian, nor did she care if those women understood what she was saying, because saying it that way meant saying it from the heart.But as expected, responding with violence wasn't a smart idea when dealing with a streetwalker, so two more women joined the first one to push her.Elisa fell to the ground and stood up indignantly to push one of them back by kicking her leg forcefully, as if taking it out on her for what happened with Andrei.As a consequence, a companion of the prostitute slapped Elisa's head
Andrei looked at his pants, some areas of his forearms and hands covered in blood.It was her blood, and he felt miserable. Why did he act like that? Why couldn't he be more sensitive?He didn't even feel guilty for what he had done. He felt nothing, when he was aware that he should feel something more. But what?He saw her sad face before she left, and it made him uncomfortable. He knew he should have done something about it, but he did nothing because he didn't feel like it.He had been consumed by his own memories and judgments. The level of his arrogance was higher than any of his other feelings.After a few minutes of keeping his mind away from any thoughts, he put on his shirt and jacket to leave. He looked around; everyone was drunk and enjoying the night, but he couldn't see his brunette anywhere.She had escaped, and that infuriated him."Where the hell is Elisa?!"An angry Andrei was a rare sight; usually, he got rid of what bothered him, and it was solved, so no one ever sa
“Go back to the club, Igor," he demanded, moving to place his hands on the brunette's arms to help her down.She, on the other hand, clung tighter to the blonde, in that desperate and dependent way that Andrei had already noticed when he took her to that basement.He froze. Did she fear and reject him like those corpses and rats? He felt sick."Don't let him take me to that basement, Igor. Don't let him hurt me, please," she began to cry softly.The blonde man looked more closely at Andrei after hearing her pleas.He was disturbed. Then why was Andrei so intent on hurting her?Even he, who had received little affection throughout his life, could foresee that hurting this girl was masochistic, especially for his leader, who had been enchanted by the brunette a few events ago.If he could notice it, then why couldn't Andrei? Did they have to kill her for him to finally understand?"Take her home," Andrei ordered, giving in to Elisa's fear, "and ask Mrs. Maria to tend to her wounds and b
Something inside Andrei shifted, causing him discomfort.She was like those first days again, and it was all his fault. Despite something having evolved in him during those weeks, he was still causing the same things and pain to the brunette.He stood up and went to the edge of her bed, kneeling to look closely at her face; there was a scab on her lip.She looked away nervously, mentally scolding herself for still being infatuated with him."I'm very sorry," she looked at him immediately upon hearing him speak, and he tensed, "for being a jerk last night. And for causing you to run away..." He reached out to caress her exposed cheek, "and exposing you to the streets and getting hurt."Elisa froze. He was apologizing, and it healed a little of what he had broken several hours ago.He sighed, feeling accomplished."It's okay..." she whispered, looking into his endless eyes, "I shouldn't have gotten mad last night and left hating you... I saw things that weren't there, that's all."The b
Andrei accentuated his raised eyebrow upon hearing her.Yes, he had called a woman to please him because he somehow needed distraction and also needed to get the idea out of his mind that this place should be Elisa's.But how could he achieve that if she was in this house twenty-four hours a day, available to him?"Why do you want to know?" he couldn't help but keep that smile on his face. "Do you think only prostitutes would agree to spend time with me?"It was starting to feel like an interrogation full of jealousy, and he found it amusing in an adorable way.Elisa, on the other hand, remained silent in the face of these questions. Suddenly, she understood that this questioning was silly, and that woman didn't have to be a prostitute. She wasn't one, and she was willing to be touched by him in every way, so it made sense.She blushed."Come on, let's go," he offered his arm, and she looked at him hesitantly, while he maintained a victorious smile on his lips seeing her like that."W
Elisa was dressed up and ready for what would be the meeting at Kirill's cousin's house, but at the same time, she had mixed feelings about Andrei because she had seen him with a woman in the main hall the previous night.For that reason, she wore a cream-colored short and loose dress that naturally fell over her silhouette to a length that revealed quite a bit but still covered decently. It had a shy V-neckline with sleeves cinched at her wrists.She adorned her neck with a golden necklace that hung down past her chest along with a bracelet of the same color. Her feet were adorned with light brown ankle-strap sandals with heels that she was sure wouldn't allow her to run if necessary.But what did she have to worry about if she was going alone with Andrei? Besides, she had dressed like this on purpose to show him that she was much better than the woman he had brought home.She never thought she was jealous, and that made her laugh at herself.She looked at the dragon fountain and wis
Would he know what she had wanted to do? He was surprised by this calm conversation, far from the usual excitement they had between them."Elisa," he called out before she closed the door.She stayed inside without closing the door, waiting."What?" she asked."If you ever try to do something stupid again, I promise your pretty corpse won't have a pleasant ending, understood?"Elisa pursed her lips and slammed the door shut, letting out a quick sigh, realizing she didn't want to swallow that. She then opened the door again and went to the brown-haired man because he always had to threaten her with unpleasant things."Idiot!" she called out, reaching his side and growing angry again. "You can laugh at me and my lack of courage because I didn't have the guts to kill myself. But stop rubbing in my face the power you have over me!"The leader looked at her with that cold gaze, seeing her desperation and anger. This was the Elisa he rarely saw."You lacked the courage you claim not to hav
"That night Mr. Sokolov disappeared because he left with a dancer after a show, one who performed in the main act, and when I found out something had happened from the club manager, who was frantic, I rushed over because I knew something was amiss.""A woman..." he lowered the gun and smiled, raising it again to fire a shot into the ceiling in celebration. "Wow!" He holstered the gun in his pants, then gave Jasha a friendly pat on the shoulder as Jasha looked at him with fear. "Well, that's some information. I even think it's worth more than the money I lent you..." He genuinely smiled; this information gave him leverage over Andrei, and he would flaunt it. "Vitali, write a check with a good sum for our fortunate Jasha here," his smile was uncontainable. "You're a good man."He winked, planning his next moves against his rival and how to contribute the final piece needed to avenge his only cousin.***Elisa had an eternal pout on her lips after that. She had been happy, but now Igor w
The sky was covered with clouds, casting a greyish hue over the entire city, and under that sky, the dull gleam of a black Lamborghini Veneno caught the attention of those passing by on the street at that hour.Its destination was clear, the same purpose that had kept it in use during these few days: collecting debts, and within it, the man responsible for making it happen was delighted and excited for that moment.Upon arrival, a house in the lower districts of the city seemed dimly lit, perhaps fearful of what was about to happen inside it and to the people who had sheltered it for so many years."Vitali, come with me," Stefan said as he left his prized car to head towards the place where they would receive the money he had lent six months ago, and if they didn't give it to him, then he would have to vent his frustration in blood.A man and his wife were watching television, the man had been out of work for several weeks, and the worry of not having all the money he owed was distres
"I couldn't do it, I didn't do it, and I don't plan to do it. That's it... I'm sorry for losing my hope.""When you regret something and express it, the idea is not to do it again. If you're going to do it again, then don't say you're sorry!"Igor was angry. He had trusted in her sanity, and she had only disappointed him and thrown in his face how foolish he had been to trust the judgment of a woman who, in his view, still acted like a child.Elisa bit her lip, wanting to explain why she had planned this stupidity, perhaps then he would understand."I know, I'm foolish, but I didn't know what else to do... Talking to my mother now gave me more strength... Igor," she took a step towards him, "I didn't even make it noticeable, I didn't even shout it from the rooftops. I didn't want anyone to find out."He looked back at her. Why did he feel a chill in his chest at the thought of her hanging?"No. By opening that door," he pointed carelessly while looking at her, "I would have found your
Igor leaned his back against the wall next to the door of his leader's room, waiting for Elisa. He stared at the opposite wall and ran through all the ideas swirling in his head about the dancer's plan.He debated whether to tell Andrei or not; surely he would be capable of having her room converted into something resembling a mental institution just to prevent her from harming herself...As he pondered that, the door opened, and the brunette emerged, wiping her eyes with her hands.He looked at her analytically, starting in an amiable manner."How was it?""Beautiful," she replied with a smile. "We talked a lot, but about things related to what's happening at home. From here, I told her I was on vacation with a friend from work..." She moved her hands away from her face to confess something with a hint of guilt. "I talked to a colleague..."Igor pursed his lips; mistake after mistake, and those things only disappointed him. Why did she have to be so impulsive? Although, he was more
Andrei was sitting in his favorite armchair facing the fireplace in the grand hall, looking at the ironwork again as he had become accustomed to doing. He wasn't thinking of anything in particular; it had been two days since he had seen Elisa, and now he was waiting for Igor to go and tell her that she needed to speak with her mother in half an hour.He had been busy in the past few days sorting out some matters and dealing with the mess that Stefan had become again, always flaunting everything he owned and what he had achieved in France.On the other hand, Igor had also been dealing with matters concerning the nightclubs under his charge and hadn't seen the brunette during those days either. He didn't bump into her in the courtyard as had happened on other occasions, and that was strange."Were you busy?" he asked when the blond arrived in the hall."No, I was practicing my shots," he finished approaching. "Did something happen?"Andrei stopped looking at the ironwork to focus his e
"I used to think that the conviction of your men's ideals and yours was respectable because they were faithful to their purposes," she began speaking with a raspy voice when he stopped responding to the kiss; he kept his eyes closed, listening to her without loosening his grip. "Then I thought better of you all because, after all, you are people and should have sensitivity," then he opened his eyes, and she looked at him, staying close to him, "but your ability to act coldly all the time scares me immensely."He swallowed hard, also remembering his way of dealing with Kirill's death."And I used to like that coldness, but now I hate it, Andrei..."The brunette's eyes descended to her lips; they were red as he liked to keep them, but they spoke true words that unsettled him and made him falter."You question me, and you shouldn't," he looked her in the eyes, and she felt the pain of not seeing judgment from him towards her actions.He was indifferent to what he was doing to her."I'm n