My breath shudders at my every step over each step on the mini stair case to the front porch of his home. Andrei opens the ancient looking intricate door. He hasn't said any word since as we walk into the massive living room, deep end ceilings with low, hanging chandeliers. I take a quick look around whilst trying to keep up with his walking pace. The walls and theme of the interior is teal green and on the words are patterned intricate black designs like an atala butterfly. It's beautiful than I thought it would be. Somewhere in the middle while I was busy inspecting his house with curious eyes, Andrie left me alone with this sexually frustrated sadist. We step into an elevator, my heart beats in a fluttery manner. The low vibration of the steel beneath my heels distract my mind from the expectations of what will happen when I get in the room alone with him. Every breath I take fills my lungs with oak tree and citrus with a bit of honey and it adds to the humming in my body. This i

For the past thirty minutes, Rolan is making me feel all sort of sensations and emotions but right now, here in this moment with me spread eagle on my back and him crawling over to the apex of my thighs where my hole is freaking dripping, I feel so freaking worshiped. The veins on his hand bulge and his muscles flex sinfully as he coils his hands around my thighs and hoist me closer to his face. My head drops from the pillow to the bed, pushing the air from the back of my throat right out of my mouth with an 'oomph' sound. I stare right into his deep cold eyes that stare right back at me. It feels like I'm staring right at the midnight sky and it pulls me but when his eyes suddenly drop back down to my glistening cunt and he makes a sound between a snarl and a hum as he takes the skin of my right inner thigh between his teeth and drags it all the way up to my pubis, I sigh in content like a drug addict who just took a shot of heroine. My whole body writhes on the bed, my hands move

"Done, Boss." Andrei's baritone voice pulls me out of the document that I'm reading. My right index and thumb rubs the skin on my forehead as I look up at him. The ice in my cognac crackles as it dissolves. "And the girl?" "She's in the basement waiting for orders." "Good. You can leave." I dismiss him and continue reading the document in my hands. Seconds pass and I can still sense his presence. A tired sigh leaves my lips and I close the document. Leaning back in my chair, I eye him with scrutiny. "Speak Andrei." I'm so fucking tired but my eyes and body have refused to rest. "Does she know about the mine?"He asks. His dark brown eyes bore into mine with seriousness. My eyebrows furrow in reaction to his question. With my elbows on the armrest of the chair, I incline my fingers together before my eyes and watch from above them. " No." "Why?" "You think Ian is going to stop after two tries. What do you think she'll do when she finds out that her father has a mine ou

Darcel, the house keeper's name is Darcel and her daughter's name is Martha. They packed both me and Rolan's breakfast and I took it along with me. Andrei was already waiting for me at the garage. "Rolan won't trust anyone else to drive you." he says when I approach him with a questioning look. I blow out a breath as I drop my phone in the pockets of my crop wool white jacket. "Rolan should know I can handle myself." Andrei nods before opening the door of the jet black Mercedes for me. "He knows." He says under his breath and closes the door softly once I settle into the plush leather seat. He climbs in the driver's seat and starts the car. I place the box of our breakfast carefully beside me and pull out my phone. It rings, Butcher's name lits the screen and I swipe right. "Boss del mattino." His raspy gruff voice filters through the speaker of my phone. I watch the scenery of the neighborhood as we drive by. "Morning Butcher." I return softly. He breathes tiredly right into

I've met with Rolan's people and I ran my designs through them after a call with Tiana and they've begun working on it. Won't lie, I'm still reeling from the things he said to me but I try to get it together. With my project beginning, I will have reasons to come to Moscow to see how things are going. I'm not sure why that makes me excited but it does. On my way back to Rolan's office, my face goes through another episode of blush as his last words to me replay in my head. Lydia is not her spot when I get to his office. My phone rings loudly and I pick it as I pull the door open. It's from Tiana which is weird cause we just spoke. "Wha-" "Butcher. Butcher. I'm so sorry Davi." The following movements or reactions are unknown as my body immediately goes into shock. There's a loud ringing in my head and I can't hear or see a thing. Tiana is still talking but I can't comprehend what it is she's saying. "Davinia. Davinia!" My eyes snap over to a pair of worried blue ones then they lose