NikolaiI extend a hand towards her, waiting for her to hand over the gun like I requested. She doesn't but I notice the way her grip falters around the handle.A long second passes between us and I wait for her to lower the gun. She does not.My stubborn wife remains rooted in the same position, her gaze frantic, confused as she searches my expression."Why do you have a gun?" She asks, and I arch a brow in her direction, considering her question for a moment. "Is that what you Americans call a trick question?"She frowns at me, clearly not finding my humour as faltering as I hoped she would. "I'm serious Nikolai." she says, her voice stern, "Tell me why you have a gun in your room?""You are aware of my profession, or do you want to add that to the list of things you don't know about me?"Her frown deepens. Clearly, she doesn't appreciate my response."When you are the head of one of the most powerful crime syndicates in the whole of America and Russia, you learn to never leave a s
Nikolai "I'm a virgin Nikolai" Her words linger in the air for a solid minute, neither one of us moving. She's a virgin? A fucking virgin. Sure, I suspected that she was inexperienced, but a virgin? My gaze roams over my wife's figure, taking in every delicate curve, from the swell of her breasts to the flare of her hips then over the curve of her ass. How is that even possible? "Say something" she urges, biting down on her bottom lip. Don't tell me, I study her expression, watching her press her lips into a thin line, is she nervous? The corner of my mouth curves slightly as I take in the worried expression etched into her features. Was she worried that I'd be turned off by this? Did she think that her lack of experience made her inferior? I want to tell her not to worry, but the words are lodged in my throat, and instead, I frame her face gently in my hands, stroking my thumb over the curve of her jaw as I press my forehead against hers. "No other man has touched you befor
Ava Anger does not even begin to cover the synonyms of emotions that coursed through my veins when I woke up the next morning. Alone. Nikolai was nowhere to be found, and after a few disgruntled attempts at reaching for him on his side of the bed, I realised the horrible truth. I'd been abandoned. His sheets were cold, and I realised he'd probably been gone for hours, maybe even long, before I woke up, and in his place lingered only the faintest trace of cinnamon on the sheets. A pang of disappointment surged through me, sharp and aching. How could he leave? I wasn't familiar with the terms of one-night stands, but I'm pretty sure leaving your wife in bed after giving her not one, not two, but three mind-blowing orgasms was filed under the cabinet of dickery. He could've at least waited until I woke up before pulling the rug from under my feet. I'd pushed myself out of bed thirty minutes later, determined to find my husband and give him a piece of my mind but he was nowhere
NikolaiMy wife is ignoring me.My fingers clench at my sides as I watch my wife walk into our house, her shoulder subtly grazing mine as she steps into the living room, just enough for me to catch the sweet scent of cherries and vanilla she leaves in her wake.That fucking scent had been engraved in my mind all morning, and after last night, I determined I never wanted to get away from it. I wanted it everywhere I was, and I was willing to have it engraved in my fucking veins if I had to.I could think of every word in the dictionary but none would do justice to how absolutely devastating last night had been for me. I'd been wrecked in more ways than one and my wife was the only one with the ability to put me back together. Her soft whimpers of pleasure had filled my head and haunted my mind, making it impossible for me to focus on anything else.I watch her ascend the staircase, admiring the denim of her jeans clinging to her curves, the sway of hips equal parts mesmerizing and temp
AvaI didn't know what I expected Nikolai's room to look like and yet this right here manages to live up to the image I'd built up in my head. Compared to my room, Nikolai’s is massive, a plain that seems to stretch the further It goes.This amount of space seems absurd for one man and yet Nikolai seems to manage it just fine.A king-sized bed laid in dark satin sheets dominates the centre. The colour matches the charcoal grey drapes that hang from the ceiling to floor window that leads to a balcony. Identical armchairs facing each other serve as the only piece of furniture in the large room.There's nothing remotely homely about the place, and yet, for some odd reason, it feels warm.After I adamantly told Nikolai that there was no universe where I agreed to move into his room, he'd simply taken my hand in his and led me towards his bedroom door at the end of the hallway without so much as a word.The words he'd whispered to me in the hallway, our forehead pressed against each other
Ava"What are you doing, Malysh?" Nikolai asks, his voice low yet curious as he watches me stack pillow after pillow in the space between us.The corner of my mouth pulls downward, barely sparing him a glance. “Isn't it obvious? I'm building a barrier” I reply simply, reaching for another pillow.Nikolai leans back against the headboard, the mattress crinkling softly under his movements. His gaze never leaves mine as he watches me effectively build the only thing I could come up with last minute to serve as a barrier.“And why exactly do you need a barrier, Solnyshko? Especially one made from such flimsy building material" He says, eyeing said flimsy building material.His comment shouldn't bother me half as much as it does and yet it does.I release a puff of air, tucking the stray strands from my bun to the back of my ear before shooting him a sharp look.“If you must know I intend for there to be some sort of distance between us tonight. As long as this barrier is in place, there
AvaThe bed is warm when I stir awake. I instinctively reach out my hand, only to be met with the softness of the pillow barrier I'd created last night and - Surprise Surprise - an empty bed.I frown, sitting up, my eyes surveying the expanse of the mattress noting the rumpled sheets and the faint scent of cinnamon clinging to the linen, the only evidence that he had been here.I force out a sigh, running my fingers through my now tousled hair as the weight of crushing disappointment settles heavily in my chest. I swallow hard against the lump forming in my throat.He's left me before; why did I think this time would be any different…The sound of a door creaking open and slamming shut behind me stops my thoughts trail, and I whip my head towards the source of the noise.Broad shoulders fill the doorway of the walk-in closet as Nikolai steps into view, every gloriously scarred and tattooed inch of his torso upwards on full display. The pyjama bottoms he'd worn last night to bed are n
AvaNikolai scatter kisses down the side of my breasts then lower, lathering my stomach with the same attention. He hooks his fingers around the waistband of my shorts and my body tightens with anticipation.Nikolai's mouth had felt divine between my legs, and as much as I wanted to deny it, I loved every second he spent tasting me until my throat turned raw from the intensity.I want to feel that again. He'd been so perfect, so gentle with me. I study the way his eyes shut and his nostrils flare with each steadying breath he draws.“Go on a date with me tomorrow night"I think I'm dreaming until his voice breaks through the fog clouding my thoughts. I pry my eyes apart, looking down at him and meeting his gaze.“A date?”He nods then nips light at my hip bone, sending a violent shiver rippling through my entire body. “Yes, a date”, he murmurs, trailing lower.“Why?”He glances up at me briefly, his dark green eyes piercing into me in a way that makes my chest feel all tight and achy
Ava ( Seven years old)I'm not going home.Ava realises this as she sits on the floor of what appears to be an empty cell-like room, except the walls are pretty and only the floor is damp.She tilts her head back against the wall, drawing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them as she silently hoped that the men who'd brought her here would finally let her go. Although she doubted they would.It had been over an hour now, and the men who'd taken her were nowhere to be found. They had shoved her into the darkness and left, leaving her with only their warnings of quietness to keep her company.Then men who'd taken her from her ballet studio reminded her of the men she'd sometimes seen hanging around in her father's office. Her father had called them business associates and told her that they were nice people with hard faces, but all Ava saw when she noticed the men pull up in front of her studio was their hard faces. She shivered, but it was not from the cold. The room
AvaNikolai scatter kisses down the side of my breasts then lower, lathering my stomach with the same attention. He hooks his fingers around the waistband of my shorts and my body tightens with anticipation.Nikolai's mouth had felt divine between my legs, and as much as I wanted to deny it, I loved every second he spent tasting me until my throat turned raw from the intensity.I want to feel that again. He'd been so perfect, so gentle with me. I study the way his eyes shut and his nostrils flare with each steadying breath he draws.“Go on a date with me tomorrow night"I think I'm dreaming until his voice breaks through the fog clouding my thoughts. I pry my eyes apart, looking down at him and meeting his gaze.“A date?”He nods then nips light at my hip bone, sending a violent shiver rippling through my entire body. “Yes, a date”, he murmurs, trailing lower.“Why?”He glances up at me briefly, his dark green eyes piercing into me in a way that makes my chest feel all tight and achy
AvaThe bed is warm when I stir awake. I instinctively reach out my hand, only to be met with the softness of the pillow barrier I'd created last night and - Surprise Surprise - an empty bed.I frown, sitting up, my eyes surveying the expanse of the mattress noting the rumpled sheets and the faint scent of cinnamon clinging to the linen, the only evidence that he had been here.I force out a sigh, running my fingers through my now tousled hair as the weight of crushing disappointment settles heavily in my chest. I swallow hard against the lump forming in my throat.He's left me before; why did I think this time would be any different…The sound of a door creaking open and slamming shut behind me stops my thoughts trail, and I whip my head towards the source of the noise.Broad shoulders fill the doorway of the walk-in closet as Nikolai steps into view, every gloriously scarred and tattooed inch of his torso upwards on full display. The pyjama bottoms he'd worn last night to bed are n
Ava"What are you doing, Malysh?" Nikolai asks, his voice low yet curious as he watches me stack pillow after pillow in the space between us.The corner of my mouth pulls downward, barely sparing him a glance. “Isn't it obvious? I'm building a barrier” I reply simply, reaching for another pillow.Nikolai leans back against the headboard, the mattress crinkling softly under his movements. His gaze never leaves mine as he watches me effectively build the only thing I could come up with last minute to serve as a barrier.“And why exactly do you need a barrier, Solnyshko? Especially one made from such flimsy building material" He says, eyeing said flimsy building material.His comment shouldn't bother me half as much as it does and yet it does.I release a puff of air, tucking the stray strands from my bun to the back of my ear before shooting him a sharp look.“If you must know I intend for there to be some sort of distance between us tonight. As long as this barrier is in place, there
AvaI didn't know what I expected Nikolai's room to look like and yet this right here manages to live up to the image I'd built up in my head. Compared to my room, Nikolai’s is massive, a plain that seems to stretch the further It goes.This amount of space seems absurd for one man and yet Nikolai seems to manage it just fine.A king-sized bed laid in dark satin sheets dominates the centre. The colour matches the charcoal grey drapes that hang from the ceiling to floor window that leads to a balcony. Identical armchairs facing each other serve as the only piece of furniture in the large room.There's nothing remotely homely about the place, and yet, for some odd reason, it feels warm.After I adamantly told Nikolai that there was no universe where I agreed to move into his room, he'd simply taken my hand in his and led me towards his bedroom door at the end of the hallway without so much as a word.The words he'd whispered to me in the hallway, our forehead pressed against each other
NikolaiMy wife is ignoring me.My fingers clench at my sides as I watch my wife walk into our house, her shoulder subtly grazing mine as she steps into the living room, just enough for me to catch the sweet scent of cherries and vanilla she leaves in her wake.That fucking scent had been engraved in my mind all morning, and after last night, I determined I never wanted to get away from it. I wanted it everywhere I was, and I was willing to have it engraved in my fucking veins if I had to.I could think of every word in the dictionary but none would do justice to how absolutely devastating last night had been for me. I'd been wrecked in more ways than one and my wife was the only one with the ability to put me back together. Her soft whimpers of pleasure had filled my head and haunted my mind, making it impossible for me to focus on anything else.I watch her ascend the staircase, admiring the denim of her jeans clinging to her curves, the sway of hips equal parts mesmerizing and temp
Ava Anger does not even begin to cover the synonyms of emotions that coursed through my veins when I woke up the next morning. Alone. Nikolai was nowhere to be found, and after a few disgruntled attempts at reaching for him on his side of the bed, I realised the horrible truth. I'd been abandoned. His sheets were cold, and I realised he'd probably been gone for hours, maybe even long, before I woke up, and in his place lingered only the faintest trace of cinnamon on the sheets. A pang of disappointment surged through me, sharp and aching. How could he leave? I wasn't familiar with the terms of one-night stands, but I'm pretty sure leaving your wife in bed after giving her not one, not two, but three mind-blowing orgasms was filed under the cabinet of dickery. He could've at least waited until I woke up before pulling the rug from under my feet. I'd pushed myself out of bed thirty minutes later, determined to find my husband and give him a piece of my mind but he was nowhere
Nikolai "I'm a virgin Nikolai" Her words linger in the air for a solid minute, neither one of us moving. She's a virgin? A fucking virgin. Sure, I suspected that she was inexperienced, but a virgin? My gaze roams over my wife's figure, taking in every delicate curve, from the swell of her breasts to the flare of her hips then over the curve of her ass. How is that even possible? "Say something" she urges, biting down on her bottom lip. Don't tell me, I study her expression, watching her press her lips into a thin line, is she nervous? The corner of my mouth curves slightly as I take in the worried expression etched into her features. Was she worried that I'd be turned off by this? Did she think that her lack of experience made her inferior? I want to tell her not to worry, but the words are lodged in my throat, and instead, I frame her face gently in my hands, stroking my thumb over the curve of her jaw as I press my forehead against hers. "No other man has touched you befor
NikolaiI extend a hand towards her, waiting for her to hand over the gun like I requested. She doesn't but I notice the way her grip falters around the handle.A long second passes between us and I wait for her to lower the gun. She does not.My stubborn wife remains rooted in the same position, her gaze frantic, confused as she searches my expression."Why do you have a gun?" She asks, and I arch a brow in her direction, considering her question for a moment. "Is that what you Americans call a trick question?"She frowns at me, clearly not finding my humour as faltering as I hoped she would. "I'm serious Nikolai." she says, her voice stern, "Tell me why you have a gun in your room?""You are aware of my profession, or do you want to add that to the list of things you don't know about me?"Her frown deepens. Clearly, she doesn't appreciate my response."When you are the head of one of the most powerful crime syndicates in the whole of America and Russia, you learn to never leave a s