MILLIE
How could I refuse him? There were so many hidden layers to Vladimir Pechenko. How could I do anything but kiss him passionately on that hotel elevator? I knew there were other men in my life, but at that moment, I needed him. I needed the cool, dark hotel room, and more than anything, I desperately needed relief from the desires churning inside me.
“The wine tastes so much better on your lips,” Vlad swore before unlocking the hotel door. “I wonder what other parts of you will taste good.”
I grinned as my hands traced over his belt line. “You and me both, handsome.”
The hotel room wasn’t particularly grand. The walls were a soft gray, and the view overlooking Chicago was shrouded by a layer of blinds and sheer curtains. A modern abstract painting of pale blues and greens hung over the bed.
It was just us here, nobody to see or question why we were so drawn to each other. Vlad could undo the buttons of my dress as he kissed me. In his growing need, he could pin me against that gray wall and take his time luring me towards the massive white bed.
“From the moment I laid eyes on you,” he swore as he stripped me bare. “I knew I needed to have you. You’ve been running through my mind for too long.”
“Well, you’ve caught me now,” I pointed out, my voice already ragged. “What are you going to do with me?”
His low laugh was filled with sin. “So many things. “When I’m done tonight, all you’ll know is my name and how good you feel.”
“I won’t even know my own name?”
His hard frame pressed harder against me as he claimed another hungered kiss. “You’ll know the one I’ve given you.”
I could feel my knees weakening there. Bracing my hands against him, Vlad began moving his lips across my neck and chest. He kissed every piece of skin he exposed. Driving me wild, he took his sweet time claiming what he allegedly wanted. His confident hand found its way under my blouse, cupping my breast while making a second meal of my neck. A growling moan vibrated low and deep through his chest. It tempted me to let my hands wander down, lower and lower until I found his physical reaction to our shared moment.
The bulge under his suit pants became harder with each little stroke of my hand. Through the layers of clothing, I could feel how Vlad grew. He might have wanted to take his time with me, but I had no interest in playing fair with this beast of a man. I wanted his carnal side to consume me tonight and leave nothing behind.
“Are we going to stand here all night?” I asked with honeyed words. “Aren’t you going to let me feel you?”
As I stroked his ego, my fingertips pressed harder against that growing length. Those gray slacks of his were getting more and more confining. With another growling groan, Vlad’s wolfish smile gleamed in the ambient light. His grip was already against my thigh and sliding up my curves. With just one look, he had the space between my legs begging for attention.
My body began to writhe from the pleasure, and quickly, my fingers curled into his almost-black hair. I could feel his hard length pressing against my thigh. The thought of it alone had me wet and desperate. I could almost feel the smug grin growing on his face. With one swift movement, Vlad latched his arms around my waist. He was dragging me, his willing captive, towards the layers of downy white. My dress got lost along the way, before I could make sense of what was happening, I was in my black underwear and laying back on the bed.
With his wild gaze never leaving me, I watched as Vlad finished undoing the buttons of his black shirt. He lost each piece of clothing one at a time, tempting me more and more. I could feel blood pulsing down into my folds as he was finally exposed to me. My eyes swept over the tattoos covering his chest, and as much as I wanted to admire then, I had to save that for later.
There were far more pressing matters at hand.
Vladimir was crawling over me, trapping me underneath his broad frame and strong arms. His legs straddled mine as he undid my bra with a quick flourish. Getting another whimper out of me, his laugh rolled like thunder through the darkness. I focused on the feeling of Vladimir’s mouth trailing down my body. His hands roved down to go ahead and tug down my thongs.
“You taste good enough to eat,” he growled, his lips wandering toward my breasts.
Trying not to beg, I answered, “Then, have a taste. Take whatever you like.”
“Be careful what you offer, beautiful.”
“I’m not worried,” I swore. “I’ve got a feeling you’re going to take very good care of me.”
I was right too. Taking my breasts in his mouth, Vlad had me melting into the bed. He wandered down my stomach with clear intent, and my legs inched wider, readying themselves to spread as much as he needed. My eyes fluttering shut, I waited with bated breath. I couldn’t think about anything about what I knew was coming next. His warm breath between my legs made me bite my lower lip. When his tongue licked me with one long, even stroke, I cursed.
“Holy hell!” I gasped.
Vlad laughed, amused by me, but it didn’t stop him from tasting me again. He breathed me in and buried his face against my slick folds and pulsing clit. He offered them both relief and sheer euphoria.
“You will beg for me, beautiful,” he swore darkly between tastes, but I couldn’t decide if it was a prophecy or a command. Running my fingers through his hair I stifled my cries of pleasure. My hips wanted to push towards his teasing mouth, but his grip kept me fastened to the bed. I could only be where Vladimir wanted me to be.
“Vlad,” I pleaded. “Please.”
Not stopping, he asked as his thumb massaged my clit, “Please, what?”
“Please, let me have you.”