Her Russian Billionaire (BWWM Alpha Male Romance) (4 page)

A disturbance and lights flashing towards them made Demitri pull away from Tasha. “Give me a minute.”

She watched him walk towards the two officers that were walking up, the lights in and out of her eyes. After a few moments talking to Demitri, the lights were gone and a few moments later, so were the police. Tasha felt like a kid that was caught with her hand in the cookie jar and she blushed at her wantonness. It was even worse to get caught in the act.

Demitri moved to kiss her, but she pulled away. “We should go.”

His face tightened for a moment, but he smiled and took her arm. His body was stiff and painful in his pants. He wanted to curse the interruption, but he tried not to. All he could think about was the way she felt against him and the round ass he followed on the way back to the car. Demitri just wanted to finish what they had started. “Would you like to get a drink at my place?”

Tasha bit her lower lip, not answering for several moments. “Not tonight. Maybe next time.”

She groaned inwardly. She wanted to go, hell she wanted to jump on him right then and there, but the suddenness of the feelings he made her feel were overwhelming and she was not ready for it. Demitri looked deflated, but he took her promise of next time as that, a promise. She gave him her number, though she had a nagging suspicion that if he wanted to get a hold of her, he would find a way. She liked that part of him, though it was the exact same thing that made her so nervous. Demitri was dangerous on so many levels.

He dropped her off and kissed her one last time before she went in. The kiss sent shivers to her insides and her core throbbed for some attention. It was harder to walk away then, than any other time in her life. It was like going against nature, walking away from him with a hard cock and need in his eyes. Tasha would think about him all night, kept awake by the unfulfilled desires.

Chapter 6

Demitri was pleased to talk to Rusco again. Everything was getting straightened out or on the road to it anyway. It had been a week since he had seen Tasha and though he was busy in the day time, the nights were the hardest. He tried not to think of her because every time he did, he could feel her against him. This made his cock rock hard and his touch did very little to dispel his feelings.

In truth, he still couldn’t believe she had turned him down. It had been a long time since a woman had turned down his charms and certainly not since he had come into his inheritance. Demitri was used to having things his way and he was used to having it right when he wanted it. Her denial of him was a chink in his self-esteem and a knock to his pride. If Demitri was not so enamored with her, he could have just walked away, but instead he held in his hands the key.

It was clear to him that Tasha had walls and he knew the quickest way was through them and not around. Demitri finally called her and asked her out. She put him off till the next day and when he hung up, he smiled to no one in particular, the golden crab necklace playing in his hands. He remembered how much it meant to her and he hoped she would see then how much she meant to him.

***

Tasha met Demitri at the pier where he suggested. It was definitely not in her part of town and she had to look up where the marina was that he told her to meet him at. It shouldn’t have surprised her that the next date would be another original idea. She didn’t want to tell him she was afraid of the water and had never been on a boat. What she had imagined in her mind though, was not at all what was in front of her. The boat was huge and there were several people onboard with uniforms. It looked like more of a floating hotel than a personal boat.

“Good evening, Tasha. You look gorgeous as ever.” His eyes took in her sparkling brown eyes that seemed lighter than the last time he had seen her. Her hair was pulled back into an updo and she wore her tight white wrap dress that accentuated her voluptuous body. He swallowed hard and wished that he could just take her up into her room that instant.

He took her hand to help her on board, the last step a little harder with her spiked heels. She had begun to think that he wasn’t going to call her back at all. Tasha figured that her refusal to go back to his place would be the reason. She had kicked herself for it many times throughout the week. Not because he didn’t call, but because she had not gotten what her body so desperately needed as well.

“I'm surprised to hear from you. Usually after a week, you kind of write the date off.” She let go of his hand and followed him to the front where the steering wheel was. He helped her start the engine up and then stood behind her as she steered their way out of the marina. Flashes of the date before and the way he had felt behind her came back, making her small resolve of anger melt the longer their bodies touched.

“Have you ever driven a boat before?” His hands and arms surrounded her as his hands were inches from hers on the cold steel steering wheel.

“I have never even been on a boat before. This is my first time.” Her words were not of the traditional first time, but being the first of anything with her gave Demitri a thrill that was hard to explain. He liked that he was pushing her out of her comfort zone and even more thrilled that it was with him. There was something about Tasha, the concrete walls she had erected seemed impenetrable, yet he could see a small hole and he wanted to capitalize on it. He wanted what he couldn’t have, though he wanted her to beg him for it. That was the only way. She had to need it so much that she would never be able to walk away again. It wasn’t enough that she give away her body, Demitri wanted her heart and soul as well. He wanted it all.

“I like being your first.” Demitri whispered the words in her ear and her body trembled against him. He must know what he was doing to her, but there was nothing much that she could do to stop it. Tasha was not sure if she wanted to stop it. He felt so good next to her and against her. His presence was overwhelming and he left her breathless.

His hips pushed against her, her front rubbing against the bottom of the round wheel. She gasped when it came so close to her slit, the stimulation made her wiggle back against him. It felt so damn good. Her body remembered the last time they had been together and the way he had touched her with such skill and knowing. There seemed to be some benefits to dating an older man; though Tasha didn’t really care about things as meaningless as age, she had never dated someone that was so much older than her and she wondered what other pleasure he could provide. She imagined that he knew tricks that most men her age would not know yet.

She heard him growl behind her and then thrust his hips gently against her round ass. “You feel so good, Tasha, can I feel more?”

Demitri never asked, but she seemed to want to keep her semblance of control as long as she could. There was not but a second of hesitation to decide that she wanted him to feel more and for her to nod her head in agreement. Tasha expected that he would touch her breasts like before, but he did not.

Instead, his hands left the steering wheel and his body moved back. Tasha squinted at the small beams of light that came from the front of the boat. She didn’t dare turn around with such a responsibility, though all she wanted to do was turn around and lock lips with him, feel his tongue and teeth nibbling on her lip.

His hands moved down from her shoulders and down her arms, reaching and holding her hands for a moment, when his hips thrust forward suddenly. Tasha felt his hardness pressed against her softness and she couldn’t believe the sudden panting need that one movement left her in. Her eyes had closed and she could imagine what that would feel like if he was inside of her. He made the gesture a few more times and then moved his body away. Tasha was dripping in the span of the half a minute his actions took.

“Oh God.”

It was gasp and a whisper put together, melding together and then lost to the sea air. His mouth went to her neck, nibbling and sucking until he left a dark mark. Finally he touched her breasts ever so gently from behind. They quivered against his palms and her ass shot back to rub against his hardness. Demitri had to pull the bottom half of his body away, because he was going to lose his cool very quickly if he did not. His only thoughts were of yanking her dress up and plowing into her. But he knew that would not be the right way. His body and mind fought, while she rubbed her ass back and forth against his hard-on. Maybe it was the right way, he thought to himself suddenly.

His hands moved from her chest, down to the bottom hem of her dress, He started to pull it up, revealing more of her supple dark skin to his eyes.

“Sir, the dinner is ready whenever you are.”

He heard Tasha gasp, her hands off the wheel and pulling her dress back down. She did not like to be surprised and the object of another’s eyes. Demitri watched her round ass encased in lace disappear from his gaze. He shot a look at the young man and pulled away. He talked quickly in Russian and though Tasha did not know what he was saying, the tone and the attendant’s face were enough to know that Demitri was not happy. The smile was gone and had transformed his face into someone who expected whatever he said to be followed to a T. Tasha looked at him a little differently. There were some things that were becoming obvious that she did not know about Demitri, and maybe she should know them before she got involved with him.

Chapter 7

“Sorry about that. Business.”

Tasha nodded, though they both knew why he had went off on his little tangent. His cock was quite visible in his thin slacks. She could see it very well. It did nothing to change her own wetness, though she was glad to be able to hide hers a little better. She had to wonder if he could smell her desires, she was sure that he could. Tasha had never been so wet before without her clit at least being touched and fondled. Demitri had her body on fire and she didn’t know how to fix it.

“Would you like some dinner? Someone else will take over the driving.”

“Where are we going?”

“Everywhere and nowhere. That is the great thing about boats. You don’t really have to have a destination in mind.”

He held her to him possessively as they walked to the other side of the deck. Like before, there was much thought put into the date and she could not help but feel special. Demitri sure beat the majority of her dates that involved a local restaurant. He told her about the chef that worked for him. He claimed to have stolen him from a restaurant in New York that was very popular. Everything about him told her that he had every expectation of getting what he wanted that night as well. Tasha knew what he wanted in the short term, but she had no idea about his needs for long term. If she did decide to submit to him, her fears were of never hearing from him again. Maybe she was just a conquest.

Tasha had an internal struggle to deal with. Every time he looked at her, she cared less of what would happen the next day. All she needed in that moment was Demitri and his blue eyes pulled her in every time that the two looked at each other. She ate in silence, her own mind trying to come to the same conclusion that her body had already decided.

Demitri stayed animated, asking more and more about her. “So do you have any children, Tasha?” He asked the question, already knowing the answer.

“I have a son, he’s two.”

Demitri nodded and then after she asked, he explained he did not. “Wow that is kind of hard to believe at your age.”

A smile overtook her face and made her even more beautiful. Thoughts of her as more took form and became more fluid. “Do you plan to have any more?”

Tasha shrugged. She had not wanted to go there with him, but he did not seem bothered by the idea of her having children. She wasn’t sure if she wanted more children and it was hard to explain to someone else how she felt about it.

“I believe if it is to be, it will be. No sense in making plans that usually don’t come to fruition anyways, you know? You can't change your fate, so why try?”

It was not what he had expected and though he liked the idea of it, he was not that way. “Yes, but I think if you apply the right amount of pressure, you can bend it.” His need for control was clear to Tasha, but she liked a man that knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to get it. That is the kind of man Tasha needed and the more they talked, the more her mind was coming to terms with her body.

“Is that what you plan to do? Apply pressure until I bend to your will?”

He grinned and leaned across the lit table, kissing her on her lips suddenly and deeply. When he pulled back, she could barely breathe and her eyes took some time to reopen. “Absolutely.”

***

He kept her hands off of her throughout the rest of dinner. It was just as well for Tasha, as she couldn’t think much when he was touching her anyways. It was as if the physical contact with him took away all of her brain cells. After dinner, he took her hand and music started to play. He held her close, their hand entwined as the other held her just above her supple ass. His hand itched to move lower, but he didn’t want to scare her off again.