"So you're in luck. Krill will be your only visitor today. I will see you again soon." Ignoring the man's crying Mikhail walked out of the container. Mikhail needed to get home, years of torturing himself keeping his distance from his innocent ward was over.

  The day felt absurdly long. It didn't even feel like the same day as a matter of fact. Misha had to remind herself it was indeed the all still the same day. She woke up in Mikhail's bed, and her agent called her, she got on a plane, and rehearsed for seemingly hours, and she performed.

  But it was all worth it. The performance with Yuri could not have gone off any better if she tried. Yuri danced powerfully to the music. The premise of the piece was that the dancer was supposed to be overjoyed and enraptured by her music. There were moments he was so close she could feel the whoosh of air from his kicks. When it was over, she nearly clapped herself at his dance, but she bowed respectfully to the overwhelming applause. After spending a couple of hours shaking hands with nearly everyone at the after party, she finally got to leave.

  Sitting in the passenger seat of the rented car she tried her best to keep from falling asleep. Nico easily maneuvered through the New York late night traffic as she stared out the window. This was her second time in New York, the first was on a trip with her school for some national competition. Leaning against the cool window, she could remember herself doing the exact same thing in the school van looking up at the impossibly tall buildings. She had wished that one day she would be able to see her own name on the performance program. Now here she was completing that very dream. Excitement bubbled within her, she wanted to call Mikhail to celebrate about the performance. But she forgot her phone charger, and her phone was very much dead.

  "Ok, we are here." Nico slowed the sleek black sedan to a stop under the hotel's large carport.

  Grabbing her violin case herself, Misha let the hotel porter take the rest of her and Nico's luggage. After checking in, the porter escorted them to their room. It was the penthouse suite.

  "Nico," she hissed after the porter closed the front door behind him. "Why did you get something this big?"

  "What?" he laughed as he fell lazily onto the plush couch, swiping the remote off the leather ottoman. "I have instructions and a black card, to put you in the finest on your performance trips."

  "We are only here for one night," she tried to reason with him, but he was already focused on the TV. "Were you able to get a hold of Mikhail?"

  Misha had been worried about the lack of his call for the better part of the day. Even when her phone was still alive, she wasn't able to reach him by call or by text.

  "Sort of," he mumbled. "He texted me back confirming everything."

  Now she was very confused. But she wouldn't let herself think negatively or panic about it. Mikhail was probably just super busy. She would see him tomorrow and everything will be fine.

  "Ok, then I am going to pick one of these three rooms and go take a shower." A mumble was the reply she received.

  Picking the master suite, she walked into the large room with the equally large bed. Dear God, she was tired, the bed looked so soft and inviting all she wanted to do was say screw the shower and curl up on it. But she resisted. Hanging up her only dress bag in the grand empty walk in closet. With all her toiletries scattered on the bathroom counter, she laid her underwear and night clothes on the bed. Stepping into the shower, Misha took her time making sure to use all the soft, fragrant soaps and mousses provided. The bathroom was nice and fogged when she got out of the steamy shower. Wrapping a towel around her, she began to apply the lotion to her legs. A loud creaking noise paused her. Taking the shower cap off her head and clutching her towel tighter she peeked her head out of the bathroom door. Her room was pitch black. She was sure she left the lamp by the bed on. There was very little light streaming through the open curtains, and her eyes had yet to adjust to the darkness.

  "Nico?" she called out.

  "No, just me." The familiar deep voice caused her to jump. Before her eyes could process, a shape in the darkness quickly came forward and grabbed her by the arm pulling her out of the bathroom. Her bare feet stumbled over the plush carpet in her dark room as she fell against the strong, tall figure.

  "Mikhail!" she screeched as she fell herself being lifted and dropped onto the bed. Thankfully she still managed to keep the towel clutched tightly over her breast. Her legs were a different story. She could feel the cold air whoosh up and between to her hot center as she tried to sit up on the soft bed. But strong hands gripped her thighs keeping them spread apart.

  "So when you say you will never leave me, and I come home the next morning to find you have flown off with one of my men, leaves me very confused Misha." his gravely tone held a lethal edge.

  The little bit of city light filtering through the gauzy hotel curtains only gave her his silhouette. The tall, powerful figure climbed further onto the bed pushing her legs even farther apart until he was kneeling directly between her legs. She never felt so exposed.

  "I tried to call you," she began. But one of his hands grabbed at the plush towel before violently yanking away from her leaving her completely naked and spread open.

  "And when I do get here," his rumbling voice continued as if he never heard her. "I find you sharing a room with Nico, your underwear laid proactively on the bed while your prancing around your room naked," he ground out the last words.

  By now Misha was shaking in fear. His voice seemed so scary and the glimpses of his face through the night lights she could see flashes of his cold blue eyes. The grips on her thighs slid to the back of her knees pushing them up and forward. Her heart pounded as her most private areas were spread an exposed. But even though she was scared she could feel her pussy ache with hot tingling need.

  "Mikhail you can't think that," she pleaded. "You know I only love you, and I am in my own room."

  He didn't respond. Shifting he let her left leg drape over his large hot shoulder while his free hand began to lightly stroke her mounds.

  "Oh!" she cried softly. It was so good. The feeling of his rough fingers gliding over her folds was killing her. "Please Mikhail," she begged.

  Leaning forward until his face was inches from hers. "Never leave me again Misha."

  The stroking stopped until she replied. "Yes. Yes, I am sorry," she rushed frantically. "I will ask you first."

  A primal satisfaction seemed to pass over his arctic gaze. His large fingers roughly rubbed over her clit causing her to cry out in need.

  "God," he whispered hoarsely as he began to quickly snatch off his shirt before he returned back to rubbing her throbbing clit. "You have no idea how long I have waited for this."

  She was nearly out of her mind, Misha could barely hear him between the frustratingly light touches. But she did feel the scrape of his stubble on the inner part of her thigh as he trailed his surprisingly sharp teeth on the soft flesh of her thigh. Her whole body reacted to his sensuously dangerous touch as his mouth went lower and lower.

  "I have drove myself from the brink of insanity holding myself back from you," his face was now inches from her folds. "and now I am going to take you in full."

  Her mind barely had time to register what was happening until she felt his hot lips press against her most intimate flesh. Her alarmed cry went unheeded as his lips moved to the top of her slit, pinpointing the tiny bundle as he pushed her knee onto his shoulder higher as his tongue delved deep within her.

  Her moans were ragged from the overwhelming pleasure. Never in her life did she imagine this. That he would do this to her. The feeling was so engulfing she had no idea what to do. She felt as if she was being consumed.

  Black dots formed around the edges of her vision as she caught glimpses of his head buried between her legs, she felt any moment she would black out. His occasional nip at her sensitive clit would jolt another scream out of her demanding her to be all too aware of his exquisite torture.

  Just as her body began to tighten and the wounding feeling threatened to break her, he stopped. With a cry of dismay, she pushed herself up from the tangle of sheets and pillows.

  "Wha..." she feared he was leaving her like last time. Standing at the edge of the bed Mikhail removed the rest of his clothes in swift, easy movements. His eyes never left hers. The intensity of his bright blue yes made her body weep for more. She could swear his eyes were glowing in the dark room. He came back towards her filling the room with dark, lean male authority. Misha felt the hot skin of his thighs come in contact with hers before she felt his equally scorching kiss.

  Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his strong hips as his mouth moved hungrily against hers. With both arms she clung to his powerful body. She could feel his hard length probe at her warm entrance.

  Mikhail gave her no time to tense. She cried out as their bodies connected, the sharp pain as he stretched her took away her breath. Hesitantly she looked up into his eyes, for the longest moment they just stared at each other while his hips lay perfectly still between her legs. His muscular arms didn't waver as he lowered himself to her lips. It was the softest kiss she has ever known, slow and coaxing. Between the overwhelming feeling of being completely filled by this man and his tender kiss her whole body began to ache. Letting out a small moan she shifted underneath his weight.

  Misha could feel him growl out a curse against her lips. Pushing himself up like a push up he let his hips rock forward. She cried out in pure ecstasy as he somehow settled deeper. Though he was already pulling out and pushing in again before she could acclimate. This time, her moan was smaller, since her body was adjusting around his cock, but he wasn't satisfied with that. Without warning he pulled back and thrusted in. Her ragged cry seemed to ignite something truly dark and hungry within him. Misha grasped at his shoulders as he grabbed both of her legs underneath her knees. She looked up in confused fear as he pushed her already aching legs higher to her chest. He smiled. A mean provoking smile as he slammed back into her. He rocked her and the bed violently as his hips matched the pace to her screams. Faintly she could hear herself begging him.

  To stop or to continue she didn't know.

  Her body seemed to have wound up tightly and exploded multiple times, but Mikhail did not stop. He buried his face in her breast before letting out a hoarse shout. After a long while drifting in and out of consciousness she felt herself being gathered close into strong arms. His heat surrounded her lulling her to sleep.

  Chapter 24

  A part of her was almost too afraid to open her eyes the next morning. What if everything went back to normal? What if Mikhail changed his mind?

  The squeeze on her left ass cheek let her know he was awake. But it was the large calloused hand snaking over her hips that erased her worries. Misha could feel his rough fingers glide across the crisp curls between her thighs.

  "Oh," she couldn't stop the moan from escaping her lips as she felt his fingers delve deeper.

  "I could spend the entire day in bed with you," his voice was deep at the back of her head. "But we got to go, our plane leaves in an hour and Nico is already downstairs with the car."

  She didn't even think of Nico. After everything that happened last night and now leaving the room together this morning. How will Nico react? Better yet, how will everyone react?

  But nothing came of her worries. Nico was casual and laid back as usual when the drove to the airport. Though in truth Misha hardly could take note if any of Nico's reactions, she was too busy basking in Mikhail's attentions. It was as if a whole new door was opened. Of course, he was still very stoic for the most part but his proximity changed. On the plane he purposely pushed away the divider in their first class seats allowing him to pull her closer. There was an air of undeniable possessiveness that permeated around her when they dined at the Rose that night, in celebration of her performance. At first, she could sense Krill's hesitations but eventually subsided. Everything was clicking together perfectly.

  Nothing however compared to their nights at home together. Sometimes it started with their rides home together. Sometimes it was just a glance from her or a kiss that went deeper than expected but it always ended up the same. Mikhail would break every traffic law to get home. The moment they were on their private elevator to the condo, he was undressing her. With her clothes scattered on the elevator floor, she was completely naked pressed up against the mirrored wall. With her ass partially perched on the railing, she wrapped her legs around his narrow torso. Mikhail's deep kiss never broke when the elevator chimed and opened on their floor. Even when he stopped to unlock the door, he pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.

  There really wasn't a place they hadn't made love in their condo. It had been weeks since the night at the hotel in New York, and Mikhail's hunger for her has yet to diminish. With four powerful strides he had her pressed against the back of the couch. Grabbing at his buckle, she quickly undid the clasp. Her hands were not as shaky this time compared to the first time she initiated this. But Mikhail's didn't make her feel embarrassed actually quite the opposite. When she looked up at him to see if he noticed her nerves, she quickly inhaled. His blue eyes were dark with unreleased need it seemed her nervousness was only fanning the flames. Even now as he snatched off his shirt, ripping off a couple of buttons along the way, he seemed to be at his limit of his control.

  Just as she was wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer, he pulled away. Stepping back, Mikhail gave her an unreadable smirk before quickly turning her over.

  "Oh," she cried out in shock as the back of the sofa was now pressed against her stomach and her ass was high in the air. For some reason a wave of deep modesty hit her this position. She couldn't think of a time in the past few where Mikhail had access to her in this bent position. The feeling was overwhelming, embarrassment and arousal seemed to heat her body like flames. Teetering precariously she tried to reach behind her and shield herself from his view, but he wouldn't have it. Pushing her hands away, he gripped the curve of her hips and pulled her out slightly. Misha's eyes went wide as she felt the tip of his cock brush against her cheek as her feet dangled above the floor.

  "You have no idea how long I have been dreaming of this." his voice was so deep and rough, Misha couldn't decide what was making her wetter his voice or the feeling of both of his large hands squeezing each cheek.

  "I used to watch you walk this fat ass right by me wearing only one of my shirts, I nearly raped you then. I could just see myself fucking you on your hands and knees on the goddamn floor."

  By now his words at her panting. Every now and then he would brush his thumb across her clit before going back to kneading her ass. With each squeeze of her ass, she could feel her cheeks being spread apart giving him his a full view.

  Again she tried to cover herself. "Mikhail please," she begged. "You can see my..." Though she was so aroused, she was nearly crying she still couldn't bring herself to say anus.

  A deep dark laugh was his response before spreading her ass further. "Don't worry my sweet, not now but soon we will explore this too."

  Fear lanced through her at his words, but it was the feel of his finger grazing the puckered hole that made her cry out. However, her cry was cut off with a deep grunt as she felt her pussy being stretched. Thick fingers bit into her hips for purchase as he pulled himself back out to the tip. Exhaling heavily as the shock of his invasion, she let out another scream as he roughly thrust back in. It was not a slow love making like the times before. Instead, of slow, powerful thrust rocking in time with her body it was rough and hard, pulling her body to meet his needs.

  Misha clutched onto the cushions as her body was wracked with convulsions of pleasure. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful. She tried to call out for him to slow down. But in this position she was powerless. As the next convulsions took her, she felt her vision black out. The only this she remembered was his hoarse shout of release before falling heavily on top of her.

  Hours later she woke up in his room pressed firmly against his hard chest. Blinking a couple of times, she felt him shift. Snuggling closer she could feel his heart beat thump strongly in his chest. Slowly she looked up and wasn't surprised to find him awake. She wanted to say something, but she didn't know what. Everything was just so perfect she didn't want to take a chance and destroy this moment.

  "We need to get a new place," he stated flatly.

  Shocked she leaned back to get a better look at him and to make sure she wasn't hearing things. "What. Why?"

  "I feel like a fucking pedophile reliving fantasies in this damn place." he frowned at her as if she was making him do those things.

  Laughing softly, she began to massage his large chest idly before speaking. "I have to admit I have been reliving quite a few myself."

 

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