From Russia With Love Novels & Stories

I guess they know her. Senior capo gives her a warm hug, he guides her to the front, "la nostra bellissima Ruby è appena tornata dalla Russia dopo aver completato con successo la nostra missione di spedizioni bloccate, ha abbattuto da sola un intero esercito dei nostri rivali usando la sua bellezza e il suo cervello" (our beautiful Ruby just returned back from Russia after successfully completing a very important mission, she single handedly took down an entire army of our rivals using her beauty and brain) he compliments her. The guest applaud her for her success. I'm impressed myself, she's a strong woman.

She held his hand to her neck. Moments after, they both landed in the promised land with happy moans from either side, as he shivered while Theola prayed it was an everlasting moment. They both crashed into bed to rest. Rolf held her from behind and kissed her cheek, "I love you". "I love you too", she replied. They both slept soundly till it was daybreak. In the morning, Rolf stood up, stretched his body, and walked to the window side to have a look at the beautiful horizon in their secret place. Theola observed Rolf's perfect body. He could not have enough of him.

His cock was traveling through my womb like a great conqueror. "Did you ever dream of visiting a specific country?" I stared at the ceiling with drooping eyelids. It wasn't the right time to think about my childhood dreams, but his question reached my soul. "Maybe I wanted to visit Russia one day." He smiled with pleasure while staring at my trembling lips. "You want to visit the heart of Eurasia then!" I nodded my head to him. My body was shaking without stopping under the rhythm of his thrusts. "I love its atmosphere so much. Since I was little I dreamed of visiting it. Its capital, Moscow, is one of my favorite places."

It took every ounce of willpower not to toss the jasmine tea in his face. I.. Fucking…hate him, Ruslan Orlov.

I reply to her boldly and she seems pleased by my reply. “You said that you work for Russell, well, what do you do?” It’s my turn to ask her questions. She sighs loudly when she hears my question. “Well, let’s just say that I help to enforce his wishes, no matter what they may be,” She answers. “No matter what they may be,” I repeat what she just said to myself, and then I scoff lightly. We spend the rest of the flight not talking to each other and soon we land. Russia is a very beautiful country, though it is incredibly cold. I don’t even have my passport but as soon as Natalie shows hers, the securities don’t bother to ask me for mine.

I felt the tremors run through her body, not of pain, but of release, of the long, pent-up desire finally finding its violent outlet. She arched against me, her hands gripping the thick muscle of my back, urging me closer, demanding the final, profound connection. “I love you, Vladimir,” she gasped, the confession ragged, raw, and utterly true. “I love you, my Volkov. Now and forever. Don’t ever leave me again.” “Never,” I swore, my own voice a deep, raw sound that vibrated with the depth of my commitment. “You are my oxygen. I cannot breathe without you. I will possess you, protect you, and love you until the end of all things.”

I kissed up and down her throat, before planting a gentle kiss against her mouth, hoping to express through my actions how much she means to me. “Mary, I love you.” I whispered to her as I pulled away. “You are my Queen. I want to give you the world. We will battle your enemies together. Please don’t leave me again.” She shuddered, as she stared into my eyes. “ I love you too Nikolai, and I’ll remain by your side for as long as you’ll have me.” “Навсегда дорогая, Forever Darling.” I whispered in Russian and then again in English. “I’ll want you for forever.”

Valord saw his brother out the window go to school. Valord's little brother, WIn, came home from school with a cute Russian Cutie. The Russian girl was named Lovely, her name was a symbolism of her character. "Lovely was purely Lovely, wasn't she?" Valord said. Valord saw Lovely get shot through the window. Win saw her, & tended to her, he sees the white German shooter, a man named Rob raised to hate Russians from birth by his adoptive parents. Rob's name symbolizes what he did...

Her husband’s. “Lovely to meet you, Ms. Romano,” he said while his stare was on his wife and her eyes solely. She simply glared back at him while chugging down seven shot glasses at once and flashed him a smile while getting up. His hands slid onto her waist and pulled her closer to his chest. “But excuse me and my wife, she wants to dance, don’t you дорогой (sweetheart in Russian)” “Yeah, I want to dance with the stupid Russian mafia boss who has an ugly shirt on.” She slurred while gritting her teeth knowing that the man would not budge but she went along with it and they made their way to the dance floor.

He smirked. Me? “I thought she was just in denial about how much she missed me… but I don’t have to wonder anymore. She practically knelt when she saw me.” “Fuck you, Ricochet,” I snapped, flipping him off without hesitation. “She also just told me she’s still deeply, madly in love with me.” He winked. I gagged. “Delusional motherfucker.” “Yeah,” he muttered under his breath, lips curling. “I might fuck a mother later.”