Page 51 of Scarred (Russian Sinners 2)

His hands placed at either side of me, I stared at the building veins running down his biceps. I trusted his words, without an ounce of doubt. He was the type of man that would never hurt me, any woman.

His brows raised, he watched me careful for any sign that I wanted him to stop. I lifted up slightly to help him, as he reached for my panties and pulled them down my legs. He tossed them away and scooted me closer to the edge of the pool. His finger traced from my calf, ever so slowly up my leg, over my knee, spread my legs apart and continued up to my thighs. His touch burned in the best way possible.

His eyes never wavered from mine. His finger slightly brushed over my scar on my upper inner thigh and I froze. He bent his head, his eyes still locked on mine, and brushed a gentle kiss on it before flicking his tongue over it.

A sigh left my lips and my body started to relax again.

“Yes?” he asked for permission, his mouth so close to my exposed sex.

This felt so right, it was earth shattering. It was this man. I knew without a doubt. And the fact he was waiting for my approval to proceed made me feel safe and cherished. He made me feel all the right things.

I licked my lips, my heart thundering in my ears. “Yes,” my voice was a whisper but he heard me. That was all he needed.

“Fuck, you are beautiful,” he rasped, looking at my exposed sex. Then he covered my pussy with his mouth.

With my palms propping me up, I threw my head backwards, thrashing at the sensations his mouth on me caused. It was heaven and hell. It was too much and not enough.

“Nikolai,” I cried, writhing my hips to his mouth. The excitement he evoked in my body was strong, like currents of the sea. It felt right, inevitable that we’d end up here.

I was burning, waiting for the volcano to erupt. He nipped at my clit, stroking relentlessly at the tip with his tongue and then reaching down to greedily lap up the rush of juices spilling out from his assault.

His tongue dug into me and instinctively my legs wrapped around his shoulders, my hands grabbed on his hair holding on for dear life.

He increased the speed, knowing exactly what he was doing. Moans filled the air and I realized with the hazy thought they were mine. The pleasure built in me before an orgasm shot through my body, and I shook against his mouth as he continued lapping me, seeing me through the last shiver. It was my first true orgasm ever.

He hoisted himself up, his muscles rippling and water running down his hard body and crushed my lips into a hard kiss. I tasted myself on him and just like that I was aroused again.

I pulled away, trying to back away from him, breathless from the intensity of what I just experienced and his kiss. He followed my movement, his body not allowing retreat. Strangely enough, it didn’t cause panic in me and I watched him with amazement.

This man was amazing.

We stared at each other in silence, both breathing slightly heavy. I wondered what was going through his mind. I wanted to know but I didn’t want to ask. Sometimes some things are better left unknown, but my heart and mind rebelled against it. I wanted to know everything about him. I wanted to take everything he would give me.

“I have to go to bed,” I muttered softly, averting my eyes. I was scared if I watched those eyes too long, I’d be addicted to them. I would demand more.

Chapter Nineteen

Nikolai

Olivia Fray on my tongue was heaven. It was as if the beast inside me was finally soothed after a week of dreaming about her. I still couldn’t believe she let me eat her pussy. I wanted to do a lot more but I knew I’d have to go slow with her.

I’d give her all the time in the world, as long as at the end of the road she chose me. She’d get to make the choice though. I would never take that away from her. She was beautiful inside out and deserved to be happy. The thing was… I wanted to be the one to make her happy. I wanted to make her smile and laugh, make her feel safe, protect her from the world, and give her all the pleasure.

I recalled her scar on her upper inner thigh, it looked like a cigarette burn. There was a matching one on her other thigh too and fury enveloped me. Oliver let a few things slip over the last week but I now knew even her brother didn’t know the extent of the torture she endured. I couldn’t wait to get that bastard to pay for what he did to her. And to my sister.

Oliver had put a good front over the last week; keeping the police on the wrong trail in regards to Olivia’s supposed kidnapping. And he kept his mother out of his father and Malcome’s clutches. We were slowly gathering information on the bastard to finish him off, but it wasn’t going nowhere near fast enough nor smooth enough. Malcome had some powerful people in his pocket. But we were relentless in our pursuit and had much to gain by getting rid of him forever.

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The next morning, I was on the grand staircase on my way downstairs just as I saw Olivia come through the door all sweaty in her jogging pants and shirt. She smiled at Andrey who stood by the door and greeted him, an easy manner about her.

She had gotten used to everyone here and was very much liked by each member of my household. Of course, I so much more than liked her. Sergei and Dimitry would give me so much shit if they got wind of this but I didn’t care. I would fucking do anything for this woman.

“Good morning, Andrey,” her voice was soft and I felt a pang of jealousy. I tampered it down. That would not do. Fuck, I wasn’t the jealous type and she certainly didn’t need one either.

“Hello Olivia,” he greeted her back, nothing but politeness in his voice and glance. I knew from the concern in his voice each time he spoke to me about her nightmares and her safety that he cared for her. But I was sure he was worried about her the same way he would be about a sister. “How was the jog today?”

She chuckled. “It was the same as yesterday. I saw nobody.”

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