Donna

4

THAT NIGHT I FLEW BACK TO SAN FRANSICO, a raven haired she-devil on my mind. If anything, I'm sapiosexual. Intelligence, particularly when mixed with insanity just appeals to me.

Unfortunately, in my line of work I don't find many women who can or will interact with me on an intellectual level. When you run a Russian Mob, most people expect you to be a brute who knows nothing save how to chop you up.

Although I do know how to chop people up, that's not the extent of my knowledge. I don't just want to f**k a woman- I want mind f**k her first, it's quite enjoyable.

Already, I can tell, they nature of our... cohabitation. We play mind games with one an another, in which, there is no set way to win, but both of us will know when we do.

She's already made me crave her. I'm ravenous for her, compulsorily aching for her. I smirk as my plane touched down.

First game?

See who finds who first.

IT'S ME. I FIND HER IN HER CASINO, watching her scan the room. Looking for traitors. Usurpers, people giving orders in her name. I approach her slowly, knowing I most likely won't catch her off guard. Not with my presence, but that doesn't extend to my actions.

She sits in the VIP section, lounging, ever watching. That section is removed from the casino/club, and knowing her, she's probably anticipated my arrival, and has given me clearance, because I walk straight up.

Instead of sitting beside her, or approaching from behind, I move her. Place her on my lap, careful not to spill her champagne.

"You never did tell me your name." I whisper against her olive skin.

My arms cage her in, her legs on either side of me.

"Stop asking the same question over and over. Put your mouth to use. Preferably something that pleases me."

Just like that she's the flipped the game around. Whereas before, I was in control, by my unexpected intimacy.

Then she turned the tables, snatching back control by being nonchalant, and taking the intimacy higher.

Her intelligence awakens the more carnal side of me. So without any prelude, I tug down her dress, unearthing her luscious t**s. Bending down, I suck her right n****e into my mouth.

If she was surprised, she didn't show it, just sipped her champagne while I suckled on her breast like a newborn baby.

So tantalizing...

When I don't move, don't react to her nonplussed attitude, and continue suckling her, she makes a move.

A move I forced her to make, by not doing anything. Well, not anything. Her n*****s are so sweet, never imagined there'd be a day I'd say that.

Maybe it's just that way to me. After all, this woman is an aphrodisiac to me. Every part of her is stimulating to me.

Unfortunately, she pulls away from me, calmly tucking her t**s back into her dress, making me pout like a boy whose favorite toy was taken away.

"Now, now, caro. What did we say about being a good boy?"

"If I remember correctly, I promised to be bad."

She doesn't reply, instead fingering the buttons on my dress shirt suggestively.

"If you don't tell me your name, I'll give you one."

She finds the first button interesting enough to unbutton it. While she does this, I take the time to study her.

"Roksana," I declare, proud of myself. It suits her.

"Mm?" She moved to the second button.

"From now on, you will be Roksana to me."

Third button. "What does it mean?"

"Star of magnificence."

Silence is her answer, along with the slow paced undressing.

"Roksana?"

"Sì?" I grin.

"Have you found the would be over throwers of your throne?"

She huffs quietly, her actions not changing, but her aura does. I can feel the frustration from her.

"Not yet," Sixth. Only four more left.

"I am thinking that I should just shoot the casino up until someone talks."

I grin, loving her violent nature.

"An option. Perhaps not a good avenue though."

Eight.

"Perché?

(Why)

"It will not accomplish much. There will be no lesson learned. In our work," A breeze flows over my now bare chest,

"Death is not a proper response. Being in the Mob means dying. Everyone knows that, if they don't, they find out soon enough."

"So resorting to mass murder is not in my best interest, in your opinion?"

Her hands caress my chest.

"No. It isn't. But see here, you have taken off my shirt, yet you are fully clothed."

She smirks ever so slightly.

"I am in a dress, caro. One piece and I'm more naked than you are. How will you compensate?"

"Dress. Off." Sternly, I order her, following my surprise when she did it.

In one swoop, she was on display for me, in nothing but boyshorts and a regular t-shirt bra. I wasn't disappointed, though. I like real, and that's real.

"Come come, Roksana," I beckon her closer.

She is confident, walking towards me naturally, standing between my jean clad legs.

My hands rub up and down her calf.

"You are distracting me from work I have to do."

Without a sound, she bends over completely, presenting for me.

Pushing her panties to the side, I kiss her creaming cunt.

"Roksana, this won't work."

Contradictory to my words, I peel off the shorts and separate her ass cheeks.

"Won't it?"

She whispers as I dip into her cunt, tasting her. Sucking all of her into my mouth, I suck her hard, sending a gush of her arousal into my mouth.

Putting my tongue flat against her p***y, I give her one more hard lick, or two. Before I get back to lapping her up, I smacked her tempting cunt.

Then I get up and leave her there, bare ass in the air, dripping juices on the floor.

"Good night, Roksana."

Payback will be a b***h. f**k, dumb idea.

Shit.