Russian-singles Novels & Stories

My blood goes cold. KNOX YO he replied just to shut that down Romy I think you're onto something I type back: I'm leaving the groupchat because I hate you all. KNOX Nah you love us really. But more importantly ROMY YOU'RE DEFINITELY ONTO SOMETHING DMITRI We have a saying in Russian. Very beautiful. It translates to "if you throw a woman's Dunkin coffee at a fan, it is only polite to buy her a new iced coffee or a beverage of approximate equivalent value"

“You’re Russian.” He flashed her a perfect set of teeth. “That I am.” Christ. How could her father owe ten million dollars to a Russian, of all people? “Well, seeing as I’m about to catch hypothermia, we’re off to a great start,” she snarled. “My father won’t shell out a dime over an icy corpse, just saying.” The full grin on Alexei’s lips softened to an amused smirk. “Spoken like a true daddy’s girl.” The blanket unraveled in his hands, and bliss enveloped her the moment he draped the soft, thick wool around her shoulders.

She felt like she matured over the past years. She’s actually in the famous club in Russia now, well, her parents only knew that she was in Europe, not in a club…she chose to not say it to them knowing her father had lots of strong connections and it would take a few more minutes for her father to find out that she’s here… but she doesn’t care anymore. “Hey, miss.” Said a guy in Russian in front of her, earning her attention. She offered a small smile and continued drinking, getting used to being flirted on. She only arrived an hour ago but there were a total of ten men who approached her.

I smiled awkwardly and she scrunched her nose then looked away. "Well, I'm okay apart from the fact that we have to fly to America." Rhett complained. "What is wrong with America?" I questioned. "Nothing. It's just the people I work with there, they are too arrogant unlike the people I work with here." I nodded and Dante shook his head. "I recommend you work with the Russians for one week. They will show you some arrogance." he said and I let out a light giggle. Before Abree could open her mouth the door opened and Raphaël stepped in, wearing his one colour piece suit and his hair slicked back with gel then another man walked in.

His voice is thick, hoarse, and raspy. “We're a married couple from Italy, like I said, we love to explore and expand our businesses. We run different kinds of weapons that are under different names for our protection. Before I forget, we have a Russian background, we've spent close to 4 to 5 years in Russia, which explains why we speak it fluently”. “You speak Russian?” “Вы не думаете, что вы единственный, кто знает другой язык, верно?"

His tongue moving in quick movements, making figures around my clit and licking me up and down. “U tebya chertovski khoroshiy vkus, zhena. Ya mog by preklonit’ koleni pered toboy do kontsa svoyey zhizni.” You taste so fucking good, wife. I could kneel for you for the rest of my life. He vowed in Russian, making my stomach quiver and a loud moan slipped from me when he pulled back, set back on his haunches and slammed three fingers inside me. Stretching me, hurting me so good that my pleasure intensified and prolonged for long minutes as my body shuddered and I slumped down on the bed unable to hold myself up anymore.