01| His Merciless Touch.

His relentless fingers continue to assault the most sensitive region of my body, eliciting a faint, panting whimper from my lips.

 My blood is pulsating with sensual ecstasy; pleasure as I have never experienced before.

I want to tell him that I'm coming, but I can't with his hand clamped over my mouth, silencing our forbidden activities. 

My eyes start to roll in the back of my head, while the delicious sensation of pressure building in the pit of my stomach consumes me.

Against my better judgement, I start to ride his fingers, desperately seeking my release. 

"So hot, and wet for me, printsessa..." He growls into my hair as his hot lips graze the hard shell of my ear. "Happy birthday." 

My chest rises and falls vigorously as his velvet-like voice licks my pulsating flesh that burns with love for him, and him alone. 

He is the only male that has the power to consume me entirely without even knowing it.

Dmitri Orlov is the adopted son of Aunt Ana and Uncle Viktor. He is three years older than me, and what he is doing to me should be a crime.

 But can it really be perceived as a crime, if I was the one that practically begged him to give me my first orgasm? 

He came stumbling through his bedroom door, wreaking of Vodka after he had abruptly left the dinner table earlier tonight. 

He and Uncle Viktor exchanged a few words between themselves during my celebration feast. 

The one he insisted on me having. 

As he stood from the table, he cast me an apologetic glance with so many raw emotions flickering in his dark irises, that always reminded me of spilt black ink. 

He sighed as his lips drew into a cruel thin line that I knew wasn't meant for me.

Dmitri is incapable of hurting me. Physically that is, but he holds all the power to emotionally destroy me.

Loving him was like a virus on my heart, he made me sick when he wasn't by my side, and he made me weak in the knees whenever he would touch me. 

As he stumbled out of his ensuite after taking a hot shower, I was sitting on the foot of his bed, my fingers twisting on my lap with my head dipped. 

I wanted to know if he was okay, and if the rumours of him leaving for Russia to learn the ropes on how to run Diamond Ridge Contractors were true.

As it will remain in his custody until my father decides what to do with it. 

"Printsessa?!" He said my name like a prayer and it sent a plague of goosebumps to erupt over my entire body. "What are you doing in my room at this time of the morning?" Concern laced his words.

"Is it true?" I asked in a hushed tone. 

He crouched before me, cupping my face in his large hands, and he forced me to meet his gaze. 

"Is what true?"

"That you are leaving? Are you leaving for Russia?" Tears brimmed my eyes as I desperately swallowed the lump that had lodged itself in my throat.

He exhaled roughly through his nose, the pad of his thumb grazed my cheekbone, and his eyes softened. "Da, my father is forcing me to go." His voice was rough and full of bitterness. 

A sob broke free from my lips as the pain of my heart shattering, thrummed through my core like a blood-thirsty parasite.

"You can't go..." I sobbed, covering my face with my hands. "If you leave me, I will have no one, you are the only person that gets me, D." I couldn't control the shuddering of my shoulders that followed. 

"I know, but it is for the best."

I dropped my hands and I gazed into his eyes with astonishment. "How can you say that? It has always been me and you against the world."

His mouth twisted as he pinched his brows together with his eyes still trained on mine, "That is exactly why I have to leave, Zee. You and me... It's never going to work." He said sternly as if he was trying to convince himself that what he just said made sense; it didn't, not to me anyway. "I am too old for you. We have been brought up like siblings from the very start, and our parents would never agree."

"But... I love you." 

"And I love you. I shouldn't, but I do, and my father can see how much I adore you. He is sending me to Russia for my safety; from your father."

"I... I don't know what I will do without you," I hiccuped, wiping the tears that stained my cheeks with heartache, rejection and despair.

He examined my blue eyes intently, as he searched for something to which I was oblivious. 

"Don't speak like that," His vodka-stained breath fanned my face. "You are going to grow up and become this amazing woman who will have the world wrapped around her pinky, then you will meet a man that will be more deserving of your affection than I could ever be." 

I watched as his Adams' apple bobbed up and down in the column of his neck. 

"I... I just thought that you and I would always be together and that you would give me my first orgasm." I shamelessly stated. 

He leaned back on the balls of his feet, "You know I can't, printsessa. I am undeserving of such a gift," He growled as he rose to his full height with just a towel wrapped around his narrow waist.

He combed his fingers through his thick dark hair, "I think you should leave before I do something that I can not take back," He said coldly as he turned away from me.

I stood up, swallowing thickly, "It's my birthday," I spat out, "And instead of giving me the one thing that I have always wanted from you, you are breaking my heart instead." I stated coldly through gritted teeth, "You are right, you are undeserving of me, and I am such a fool to have expected more from you. Go to Russia and never return, I fucking hate you!!"

I stormed toward his door, then unexpectedly found myself being pushed up against the cool timber. 

His front was pressed against my back. "Liar!" He snarled, "You could never hate me..."

His hand slowly glided up my thigh, the tips of his fingers brushed against my sex, and I instantly went lax against him. 

"I shall force my heart to forget you, and you will cease to exist in my mind."

A low growl swept through the room, "Forgive me,' He snarled, wrapping a hand over my mouth as his fingers dipped into my silky underwear, "I am a selfish bastard and I can not let you forget about me so easily. Your first orgasm belongs to me..." He hissed as he strummed my clit like he was playing the guitar.

"Come for me, printsessa, give in and gift me your orgasm...." He orders, interrupting my train of thought and bringing me back to the present; the here and now with him.

And on his command, I tumble over the edge, seeing flashes of white light that shine brilliantly in my eyes as I gift Dmitri Orlov my very first orgasm.