Vengeful Deeds

CHAPTER 6

Alessia POV

I don’t know what’s come over me, really I don’t. I’ve never been shy with boys and even when I was a virgin I was never some wilting reluctant flower. I think Joey Milano, the boy I lost my virginity to, was more skittish then I was when I straddled him and took him in hand. And as confident as I’ve felt in the past with the few lovers I have had, I’ve never been this forward.

But I’ve also never been as turned on as I am right now.

My breasts are achey, my p***y is clenching in need, and I’ve never been this.. this desperate.

“Careful, kotenok.. you might be biting off more than you can chew.” he teases and that clever double entendre only makes me wetter. I smile gleefully as I nozzle into his neck. Taking in his woodsy and whiskey scent, it’s delicious.

He grips my Jean clad a*s cheeks and squeezes them hard as he places a delicate kiss on my neck. And God, yes please more of that.

“I’m not going to beg, Alessia..” the way his accent licks around the syllables of my name and leaves it floating in the air like smoke forces me to swallow down a needy whimper “.. spend the night with me.”

He says that like it’s a forgone conclusion, and maybe it is, and then he leans back and lifts me up in the air a little higher. Forcing me to look into his eyes, searching for an answer to a question that wasn’t even question.

Am I gonna do this? Sleep with a virtual stranger for a reason I can’t even come up with right now. Cosimo said he was a friend of his, and that isn’t a term he uses lightly. But that also doesn’t tell me that Konstantin is necessarily a good guy.

In fact, he’s likely a very dangerous guy. But if I’m being one hundred percent honest with myself right now, I don’t give a f**k.

I’m not looking to marry the guy, I’m looking for some fun. And Konstantin looks like a lot of fun. The dirty sexy kind.

“Yes..” I breathe out the breath I didn’t even know I was holding in as I answer.

I wish I could say the devilish smirk that ticks up one side of his face scares me a little, it probably should. But it doesn’t.

“Just tonight.” I add, and I don’t know why it was important to clarify that right now. All I know is that it feels important to have control over something going into this, mostly because I’ve felt completely out of control from the moment I felt his heated gaze on me on that dance floor. And hell, for all I know a one night stand is exactly what he had in mind.

His eyes narrow like I’ve offended him, but I guess the feeling was fleeting because he gives me a stiff nod of agreement a second later.

“Do you need to say goodbye to your friend?” He asks and I smile down at him and nod.

“Da.”

He offers me a small half smile in appreciation, and Cristina.. this man is beautiful. I wish my heart would stop flip-flopping like a hooked fish trying to fight it’s way back into the water. Back into it’s home, where it’s safe and warm and free. I feel like my hearts working double time to tell me something important. “Be careful, Alessia!!” she says. “Don’t get too attached.” she chastises. “Otherwise you’ll get deboned and filleted!” she warns.

He slowly sets me down and I take my time sliding down the front of his body. Ohmygawd! He’s all hard muscle.. yeah, I’m definitely doing this.

“I need to speak to Cosimo before I leave, go find Frankie. I’ll find you when I’m done, kotenok.”

“Alright. By the way what’s that word you keep calling me.. kotenok?”

That devilish smirk of his reappears and I have to rub my thighs together to ease the perpetual state of arousal this man is keeping me in.

“It means kitten.” he answers, and then he strokes his thumb across my bottom lip tenderly.

Instantly my hearts doing that thing again, that flip-flopping distress signal thing. So I open my mouth a little to flick the tip of my tongue against his finger. I hold the gaze of his intense stare as I wrap my lips around his thumb and suck it into my mouth slowly.

And I swear he actually growls as the grip from his other hand tightens around my hip, and his eyes have transformed instantly to a molten cerulean blue.

It’s good to know I’m not the only one affected by whatever the hell this is.

“You’re asking for trouble, kotenok. Keep teasing me and I’m gonna redden that ass.” He warns, and admittedly his crassness takes me by surprise for a split-second. But it does absolutely nothing to diminish my desire for this man.

Cazzo. Why do I get the feeling that being with Konstantin is going to be similar to that of a religious experience?

I nip the tip of his thumb and smile up at him as I step back into my own space.

“But just so we’re clear..” I say as I move to pick up my jacket and turn my back to him, heading to the door “.. this kitten has claws.”

I toss the sauciest smirk I have over my shoulder and I’m pleased to see him equally as amused as I am. But he masks quickly, and I suddenly get the sense that this man isn’t used to saucy smirks and flirty smiles.

The door opens as I reach for it and I step back as Cosimo’s large frame enters.

“Leaving so soon?” He says as he makes his way to his desk, and I don’t miss the insinuating inflection in his tone. As if he’s in on what’s going on between Konstantin and I, which is ridiculous because I don’t even know what’s going on.

The only thing I can say for certain is that I want him inside me, like yesterday.

I shrug as I try for a classy exit one more time.

“Places to be and people to stomp. See ya later, Cos.” I add, not bothering to look back or wait for a response.

I need to find Frankie asap, and then I need to go outside and call my uncle to let him know I won’t be home tonight. I’ll say I’m staying at Frankie’s, something I still do from time to time. He won’t be overly inquisitive, even if he doesn’t believe me. He may have been overprotective in high school, but once I became an adult he took a step back, and now he practices a more mindful approach to my personal life. As in he minds his business.

When I get back to the main floor I head to the bar, hoping Frankie will be saddled up to. But no dice.

I peruse the dance floor from my spot and finally find her sandwiched between a curvy red head in a sexy black dress and a meaty guero wearing a wife beater that exposes his tatted up arms; full sleeves. Frankie has a thing for tats on a dude, the few men she has preferred over the years have been big dumb and inked up.

I decide not to disturb her ménage dance fest and opt to text her when I get outside.

Me: Have fun, be safe.. and don’t worry about me. I’m taking a ride on the USSR Konstantin tonight ;)

When I get outside I step to the side of the entrance, to the side that doesn’t have a line of impatient people standing around chatting. I try to call my uncle and get his voicemail, so I leave a message.

“Hey, Uncle T. I’m hanging with Frankie tonight, I’m thinking I’ll just crash with her. Don’t wait up, talk to you later.”

When I’m done I lean against the cold brick wall, lay may head back and close my eyes. Taking in a few deep cleansing breaths.

Time seems to suspend for a little while, everything stills around me and the people waiting in line sound farther and farther away. And then it happens again, I feel him before I see him. I feel his eyes on me, his presence surrounding me. His hands find my hips and I smile, I can’t help it. Even the simplest touch from this guy feels so good. I blink my eyes open and look up at him with hooded eyes, and I swear I’m looking up at the most devastatingly handsome man I’ve ever seen.

“You ready, kotenok?”

I can’t speak, my throats constricted with too much desire. It’s trapping in all the wistful sighs, needy whimpers, and breathy moans that are just dying to get out.

So I straighten up and lean into him, and then nod my head in agreement. Oh yes, I’m beyond ready.

An SUV pulls up and we both slide inside the back, me first and then him. Konstantin introduces me to his driver, Maxim, and then says something to him in Russian. As the car pulls away from the curb and as my body tingles with anticipation, Konstantin wraps his strong and lithe fingers between mine, holding my hand. He doesn’t look at me as he does this, he looks out the window. And for some reason that makes the simple gesture mean so much more.

All the sudden my heart is erratic and blaring more warnings inside my head.

Careful, he’ll eat us up whole..

He’s gonna brand his name onto your soul..

Watch your back, he might never let go..

And what’s worse? None of those warning bells scare me as much as they should. Especially considering I don’t know a damn thing about this man.

I’m in trouble, we’re in trouble. I know it, Konstantin knows it, and La Madonna definitely knows it.