LOGIN꧁ Marisella ꧂On the drive out to breakfast, I watch the road with the windows down, dressed in a cute breakfast outfit.A white linen sundress for optimum ventilation in the heat, gold hoop earrings, sandals, and sunglasses.In my woven bag are my phone, camera, and lip gloss.All provided by Alexei.The thought gives me pause. Might this man have a provider fetish? Duh. Pretty obvious.As he’d gotten dressed in a cream linen shirt and white tailored pants, I’d looked down at myself in his clothes and felt underdressed.Then he’d passed me a bag of clothes with the sundress and several bikini options inside. I’d blushed from scalp to toe.Now, at a calm beachfront café with outdoor terrace seating, we make our orders to the calls of seagulls in the background.This is the life, I muse.A flexible job, a hot lover, and breakfast by the sea.Alexei is staring at me.“What?” I ask, self-conscious from the intensity of his stare.“Your face is like a screen. Playing all your thoughts fo
꧁ Marisella ꧂Despite existing here and now, feeling his breath against my thigh and his soft hair between my fingers, I still can’t believe this is real.Alexei had come so hard I’d felt it through his mouth on my clit. He’d sucked me so hotly that my orgasm extended well after he was done, even though I’d shattered before him.Birdsong and the rustle of trees come in through the wide windows, a warm ray of sunlight heating my stomach down to his head.And oh, I should’ve known. Sunlight in Alexei’s clean, healthy hair revealed a rich, coffee sheen. Just like his eyes.I get a sudden urge to compare them, lifting his face by the jaw to make him look up at me.He does, and my heart thuds under the weight of my affection for him.His eyes are so beautiful, a deep coffee brown in the sunlight, just like his hair.How both features turn to onyx in the absence of unadulterated sunlight beats me.But they perfectly reflect both sides of his personality.Sweet and Deadly. Mine and Night.H
𖤓 Alexei 𖤓The moment my eyes open to the soft rays of sunlight from the window, I know I’ve bitten off more than I can probably chew.The last time I’d slept this peacefully was twenty years ago. Before the leukemia and my parents’ deaths. Before the Bratva and the killing.Marisella.The scent of a herbal concoction and her muffled humming reach me from the kitchen.I don’t move. I savour this stolen sliver of peace first, my gaze running over the rumpled covers and her indent on the sheets.My body responds immediately, images from last night fanning the flames. Where I’d gotten such ironclad control, I don’t know.The taste of her. Her sweet moans.Her eagerness to have my shaft buried deep in her folds.I let my eyes fall closed and force myself to think of more important matters. Greeting Marisella with a hard cock this early would be in bad taste.Especially when she’s pissed at me.Last night had been a disaster. My plan to ease her secrets out of her had failed, only servin
꧁ Marisella ꧂“Stubborn, aren’t you?” He rasps as he folds my knees to my shoulders with one arm.With the other, he spears two fingers into my pussy, curves them in come-hither motions.The first orgasm hadn’t waned, no. Now another creeps up on me, blurring my vision as I moan and twist under his strength.“You know not to come without my permission. Yet you’ve done it twice.”“Not… sorry…” A particularly deep thrust of his fingers breaks my words into a long groan.More.Then Alexei takes back his fingers, bringing them up to his face. I watch, helpless, as he sucks them into his mouth.I suck in a ragged breath. He’s positively feral, twisting his tongue around and between his fingers to taste all of me.“You make me crazy, Alexei.”“Of course I do, Marisella. It’s only natural.”Arrogant man.With a wicked smile of satisfaction, he holds both my ankles in one hand, then leans down to give a long… hard lick on my sex.I buck upwards, hissing my pleasure.The only thing to top this
꧁ Marisella ꧂Alexei kisses me like I’m oxygen on a planet without.We’re kissing hands-free, mine in bewildered fists beside my body, his against the wall, framing my head.He’s vocal, but so am I. The elevator traps our wanton groans, my gasp when he bites down on my lip.Then come the hands.Around my neck. Smoothing down my back. Around my waist and cupping my ass.I follow suit, learning him. Feeling him.Then comes the pull.He hugs me to himself like I’ll dissipate into nothing if he doesn’t. I run my fingers through his scalp, cupping his jaw protectively because I don’t want this to end.When his tongue sweeps against mine, gliding, rolling, I just melt into his arms.Then we finally come up for air, breathing hard, hands in place, eyes searching.I can’t get enough of him. I need more.“Alexei…”He doesn’t let me complete whatever it was going to be, wiping it clean from memory with his sinful mouth—The doors whir open.I reflexively jump back, but there’s nowhere to run, a
꧁ Marisella ꧂With every new pose Lori suggests, Alexei’s glares get more murderous by the second.Now where the hell did she get a sword?“Take this.” She pushes the engraved hilt into his hands. “Point it up and out like you’re slaying a dragon. Visualize the dragon, Alexei. Do you want your friends to get eaten?”The sword is real. Lori had to drag it across the floor, its sheath thick and aged.Alexei rolls his eyes. Yes, rolls his eyes, and unsheathes the gleaming steel.He’s acting nonchalant and cold, but the flourish with which he lifts the sword at an imaginary dragon begs to differ.A ball of warmth spreads in my chest. This man is happy. He’s involved. And it melts my heart.I take a photo of him in his pressed shirt and pants, holding a sword like a twenty-first-century dragon slayer.Then I cut in just as Lori is about to suggest another pose that will most likely make Alexei combust.“Why don’t you undo a few buttons? And where’s your jacket? I have a pose idea.”Why th







