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
She still felt angry when she remembered Andrei.She had tried to avoid his memory all these days because she still felt ridiculous; her lips formed an eternal pout when she remembered that her first time had not been special at all.But she felt so good remembering the moisture of Andrei's mouth on her intimacy, which made a tickle take over her vagina, pressing her thighs against her genitals to feel a bit more of that sensation and timidly moving her hand to touch herself over her pants, circling her middle finger calmly."Until I see you…"Elisa turned horrified towards the owner of that voice, feeling the embarrassment rise from her feet to end up in her head and turn her face red."Igor!""Did I scare you?" the blonde laughed, taking off his headphones and leaving them on a counter."Not really," she tried to recover. She felt embarrassed, thinking he must have seen her touching herself. "But I didn't see you shooting.""I was a bit further away," he looked at her curiously."Oh
Elisa gave him one last look, nodding because she didn't expect more words from him, and with that "it's okay" and that smile, it was enough for her.She turned to enter her room, but before that, Igor spoke to her."You are a sweet girl," he began. Maybe he wasn't going to solve her life with that, but he felt he had to say it before saying the rest. "Don't let anyone dare take away your hope. They may take away many things in a place like this, but don't let that one thing slip away, or else you'll hit rock bottom. There's always a way to soften or mock pain, and I hope the path you find doesn't take you away from your essence."She had her face turned towards him as she listened to all that, excitedly nodding with a smile."Thank you, Igor."He looked back at her seriously because he felt he owed her something, that thing that initially kept him indifferent to her pain and whatever could happen to her; before he saw her dance that first time when she couldn't hold onto the pole and
"Thank you..." She didn't know how to address him, as she couldn't remember if he had told her his name before."Arnold.""Arnold," she replied with a smile. "I'll step outside for a moment, I need some air," she excused herself."Go ahead."The brunette made a small bow to him, as she wasn't too used to dealing with formalities in that culture.She wanted to be outside to see if she could find Igor and talk about the afternoon, but she quickly remembered it was Saturday and she would probably see him in a couple of hours.As she was heading for the exit, Samuel blocked her way, and she frowned. Was Andrei now controlling her to prevent her from leaving that part of the house?"Yes?""Andrei wants to see you.""Andrei is talking to a woman, so I doubt he wants to see me," Elisa replied somewhat angrily. "And if he really wants to see me, tell him to stop sending messengers and to stop being an idiot," she continued on her way, and Andrei's man smiled.That girl had grown up so quickly
Idiot Andrei, he was an idiot and didn't deserve her love, her tears, or her sadness.He deserved a prostitute who wanted his money and sex, nothing more, not a girl like her who offered him pure and sincere love.“Fine…” she got up and climbed off Andrei, and he frowned, surprised by his own reaction, realizing he didn't really want her to get off. “You're not doing your job right, I told you that to get back into my pants you were going to have to lie to me, but you're still being insensitive…” she started walking away without looking back, just walking angrily, and he watched her from his spot."That stubborn, obstinate girl," he thought, rolling his eyes.Elisa, for her part, slammed the door and threw herself onto her bed to cry, thinking about how miserable she was, with a man who was unwilling to let himself be loved and also, with a guy like Igor, so sweet and tender who had confessed his love to her.She thought about the irony of her situation and again wished to be far away
"Promise you won't drive drunk again?" she continued hugging him."I promise..." He stopped looking at his leader to look at Elisa, gently moving her away from his shoulders, without alarming himself or anyone else.He wasn't sure how much Andrei had heard, but his gaze didn't seem like a threat either.Elisa smiled as she watched him stand up. She offered her hand to help her up, and she accepted it, looking at him with a smile bidding him farewell, and he reciprocated.When he turned around, he found Andrei looking at the dummy, and when he saw her from the corner of his eye, he then turned his gaze. That scared her. Why hadn't Igor said anything or reacted? What did he intend with that or what did it mean?"Hello..." she greeted him, and he continued to look at her face without any expression.That distressed her and slowly killed her hopes; it was like living day by day in a slow and complete torture."Hello," he approached her a few steps, while she hesitated to step back or sta
Her bed felt so cold! She didn't want to move because every other place felt equally chilly, and she longed for warmth.Pouting, she remembered that this was the first night she had spent alone in quite some time, and that brought Igor to mind.She couldn't help but smile. How were they supposed to talk now? Would it be right to pretend that nothing had been said?Of course, pretending wasn't right; it was rude and could hurt that strange yet adorable blonde boy. But she was also scared; she feared Andrei's reaction if he found out. What would he do to Igor?She couldn't bear to see him in trouble because of her. She didn't want him to lose everything he had gained just because of her.Elisa missed seeing Igor come into her room to deliver Andrei's messages. It wasn't necessary anymore, as now it was the leader himself who would talk to her, or rather, he was the one she saw every day when she woke up.Andrei... She missed him and closed her eyes. Why couldn't she fall in love with Ig
After a while, Elisa recognized the smell she had recently sensed on Igor and remembered that he arrived alone. He had driven drunk, and he had come alone."Igor, you drove drunk," she scolded him, sitting up again and raising her voice. "It was dangerous and foolish."He opened his eyes and laughed at that, feeling good that she cared about his life."Yes, I did... Can you help me get to my room?""Yes..." She stood up and helped him to his feet, putting her arm over his shoulders. "Don't fall, or I'll fall with you..."Igor smiled, imagining that scenario because it had a good ending: her on the floor and him on top of her, so he could kiss her.He looked up and saw Sergei, in whom he had found trust besides their leader, coming towards them, surely to help Elisa take him to his room."Don't touch me, Elisa is taking me," he said before she could lay her hands on him."Okay, I'm not the only one supporting him," she excused herself.The man looked at him strangely. What was he doing
Andrei looked at her for a few seconds with a furrowed brow.Great, she was giving him orders, and like an idiot, he was obeying. He made his way to his seat and didn't look at her throughout the entire drive."Andrei," she spoke once he parked the car, and he prepared himself to listen without looking at her.She held back all the hateful thoughts during the journey, just so she wouldn't cry in front of him, and now she wanted to say more."For being who you are, you do a pretty good job of getting into my pants," Andrei furrowed his brow. Was Elisa speaking like that again? "And if you want to get in there again, then the difficulty level will rise."The girl didn't want to feel as miserable as she did before."Are you going to force me to love you?" she turned slightly."No, I'm going to force you to lie to me," her voice broke, and she began speaking as if crying, "and I'll know it's a lie, but I'll keep loving you anyway, but it will hurt less..."She opened the car door and got
Andrei settled into his chair and observed her tense expression, eating from his plate."Alright, enough of this conversation now. You're ruining the enjoyment of this place for me...""I'm just asking for a little tact, Andrei," she swallowed to respond, a little more offended than angry, "because I feel like I can and deserve to ask. It's my name you moan every night, and I think that gives me some right.""And isn't my attention enough for you? You met me, Elisa. You know how I behave, yet you continue to push your luck," he spoke firmly, hardening his gaze.He didn't like this conversation because she was correcting his behavior, and she wasn't anyone to reproach him for anything. Besides, it was extremely strange to hear sexual references from her mouth."Don't look at me as if I'm spouting nonsense. It hurts me when you look at me like that!" she exclaimed exasperatedly, unable to even bend him a little.He looked at her angrily and reluctantly; he didn't understand all this fus
The drive to the restaurant was simple and normal, nothing out of the ordinary for her to share with him.She looked out the window and smiled faintly because Andrei was discreetly covering the fact that a group of his men was following to guard her. She knew he had put effort into that, so she preferred to pretend not to know anything.When they arrived at the restaurant, she stepped out of the car in her loose pink silk dress, which she had checked to make sure it was covering her properly, reaching a little above mid-thigh."I hadn't had time to tell you how beautiful you look," he took her hand and spun her around.She laughed. "That's usually said earlier, Andrei. When you see me for the first time...""But it's what's normally said on a date," he chuckled, sealing the gesture with a kiss on the back of her hand. "I feel lucky to have you as my company; I must be the envy of the entire world."She couldn't help but blush deeply after hearing all those lovely words, and it didn't
"Well, don't say things that make me feel strange," he declared."Why?" She laughed, furrowing her brow. He always had to be so rough, and she found it adorable.Andrei clicked his tongue."Why do you always want to know everything?" He raised an eyebrow, somewhat annoyed. "Enough with the questions..."He pulled her closer, resting his face on the perfumed neck of the dancer, his arms wrapping around her waist, wanting to cushion his awkwardness with that gesture.She smiled; these kinds of reactions were typical of him, and she loved it when he regretted his words and hugged her, as if he were afraid of pushing her away with his character, which he was."I love you so much, Andrei..." She rested her cheek on his broad left shoulder, unable to hold back her feelings for a second longer.She didn't expect an "I love you too." She wasn't that naive; she knew that what she had with Andrei, which had started recently, might be the best she could get from him, and that was okay.Andrei op