Sasha: The Wallflower (The Wallflower Series Book 1) (9 page)

“I’m not ashamed of you, Sasha. I’m not,” he repeated at the look of disbelief on her face. He sighed, “Calling you a ‘friend’ wasn’t meant to devalue what we have.” Dmitri took a seat next to her and, despite her efforts at pushing him away he wrapped his arms around her frame and buried his face in her neck. “Come on, baby. Don’t be mad at me.”

Sasha felt her body unwillingly respond to his closeness. Groaning in frustration, she fruitlessly slapped at his back. “Dmitri, let me go.”

Reluctantly, he released her but still kept hold of her arms within his hands so that she couldn’t move away. “Listen,” he waited for her eyes to connect with his before continuing, “you’re right about me trying to hide our relationship but you are wrong about why, Sasha.” His hands moved up to cup her face when he saw her begin to fight him again. “Please, listen.”

He waited for the heat in her eyes to wane before beginning again. “You said yourself that I’m a private person. There’s a reason for that. My family…they’re not trustworthy. They’re manipulative and will use any weakness you have to their advantage. I’ve made the mistake of having my father know my weakness-my sister, Nadia- and he tore her from me. I practically raised her since I was thirteen; she was the only reason I stayed close to them and I haven’t seen her for five years! That’s what he does- if you don’t obey him he punishes you by taking away the people you cherish the most.”

Dmitri felt his eyes swell with unwanted tears but he swallowed and forced them back. Sasha eyed him, watching his jaw tick with the effort at controlling his emotions.

“No matter how happy I am to see Nadia once again, I can’t forget that despite her many acts of rebellion against him, she is still under his thumb. If he finds out about you, Sasha…with the amount of money at his disposal, he’ll use you in any way that he can for the sole purpose of getting to me.”

Sasha shook her head. “I don’t understand. What did you do to make him want to separate you from your sister? What does he want from you?”

He released a deep sigh. She watched as his shoulders simply deflated at her questions. “Before I left, I was the first to notice Nadia’s…sickness.” Abruptly he looked back up at her for confirmation. “You saw her. It’s as if she is withering away. And it all could have been prevented if my father had simply listened to me. They were so caught up in keeping up appearances they ignored the signs that Nadia had an eating disorder.

“She had always been on the rebellious side, which we are all at fault for because we coddled her so much. First, it was minor things; I would catch her smoking pot or find her alone in the room with boys too old for her.” He laughed, humorlessly. “I didn’t tell anyone at first because I thought it was just a stage and I-I wanted to be there for her. I knew if I told my father he would simply exacerbate any necessary punishment simply for the sake of his own egocentric sense of power. But I should have known it was her way of calling out for help.

“Her behavior got better after my constant lecturing and I assumed that the ‘stage’ was over. It took me awhile to notice her distorted eating habits, though. I was working under my father during that time and I was so focused on pleasing him, I didn’t notice how thin she was getting or that whenever we would eat out she would do nothing but play with her food. But when I did finally figure it out, I approached my father about it. I never once assumed it was anorexia; I just thought that maybe she should get therapy.”

She had never seen him look as vulnerable as he did right then. On instinct, she reached out to comfort him, placing her arms around his shoulders and bringing him down so that his face once more nestled against her neck. “He didn’t believe you, did he?” she asked.

“No, he didn’t. I remember him being irrationally angry at even the suggestion of it. He made me promise never to discuss it again but when I saw her getting worse, I acted on instinct. I tricked her into going to therapy and…she told my father. When my father feels betrayed, he holds a grudge. I defied him and aired our dirty laundry by having her see a therapist- at least that’s the way he saw it. He told me since I seemed to hold no loyalty to the family, I should leave. And so I did. Nadia was in such a state of denial, nothing I could do would have helped her.”

Dmitri suddenly pulled her so that she was straddling his lap. With his head still nestled between her neck and shoulder, he said, “I’m defying him once again by having Nadia here. I don’t want him to use you to get to me. I can’t have him know- I can’t have my family know. But that doesn’t mean I’m ashamed of us. Sasha…” He raised his head to look into her eyes. His breath caught at how beautiful she was to him in that moment. “You’re the best thing to ever happen to me in a long time.”

She smiled despite the tears that clouded her vision. “I’m sorry for snapping at you. I-I jumped to the wrong conclusions.” His large thumb stroked her cheek. “Your dad must be pretty powerful, huh?”

He grimaced. “Let’s just say that though I’ve made a name for myself, it’s mostly because I have his name and I’m his son.” Dmitri played with the locks of hair that were settled against her chest.

“What does he do?”

“My grandfather was a very successful real estate developer. His fortune was doubled by my father’s wise investments. My family owns the Vikhrov hotel chain.” His finger movements stopped in her hair as he waited for her reaction. Dmitri always hesitated telling any woman about his family’s vast fortune out of fear that they would then use him. But he thought of Sasha as different. He hoped he was right.

Sasha pushed away from him, shaking her head. “Wait a minute…those hotels are like…expensive as hell. You’re telling me your family owns that?”

He nodded. “Amongst other things, yes.”

She didn’t know what to do with herself as she sat there upon his lap. She had known Dmitri was rich on his own but had never wondered or cared how much exactly. She could hardly fathom owning her own car let alone a hotel chain that spanned the nation. But as she looked down into his handsome features, his eyes clearly showing impatient anxiety about her reaction, Sasha decided she didn’t care either way. What she wanted most of all in that moment of revelations and reveals of awful history was to see him smile again.

“Well…I guess that explains it.”

He frowned. “Explains what?”

Her hands slowly reached out for a pillow while she replied, “Why you’re so arrogant and bullheaded.” Quickly, she swung the soft, fluffy cushion and knocked him against the head. She laughed out loud at the look of shock upon his features but her sounds of merriment swiftly turned into squeals when he returned the favor. Dmitri rolled over so that she was trapped beneath his large frame and playfully hit her with another one of the bed pillows.

Unable to move her lower body, Sasha dodged her head to the side and swung the cushion she still had tightly grasped within her small hands, desperately swinging it in the air. Her squeals transformed into laughter once more as they continued their good-natured skirmish.

“Dmitri! I give in,” Sasha gasped, out of breath.

He threw both their pillows from between them, uncaring that they fell to the floor. He knew what she had been trying to do and his heart swelled with warmth as he looked down at her smiling face. Dmitri grinned back before reaching down and taking possession of her lips. What he meant to be sweet and romantic took a turn when he felt her tongue explore his mouth. He couldn’t help to return her passion in kind.

Sasha felt his hands grasp her head, his fingers delving into her hair, as he positioned her at an angle for deeper exploration. Following the events of that Sunday morning, she had constantly dreamt of his touch and his passion. Every night spent with him had been flooded with her hope for a repeat performance but she had never known how to initiate it. But listening to him reveal his past to her, seeing the sorrow in his eyes had triggered something. Whether she liked it or not, she knew she was falling in love with him. After only a month, she felt it in her heart; there was no turning back.

A heat flash overcame her body; her breath and heartbeat quickened as she actively participated. She squirmed beneath him; her skin started to itch for his touch. Impatiently, she grasped his wrist and pulled his hand from her hair before placing it directly on the bare skin exposed by her shirt, which had ridden up to her chest. She shivered at the feel of his calloused palm against the soft skin of her belly.

As if scorched, Dmitri abruptly pulled away. Sasha whined, her hands trying to pull him back down.

“Sasha,” his breathing was heavy as he grasped her slim forearms. “You can’t keep teasing me like this. I won’t be able to stop if we keep going.”

He watched as she bit her bottom lip in indecision. Her lips shined from the wetness of their kiss. Unable to stop himself, he reached out and stroked her mouth with his thumb. The sound of a guttural groan filled the room. “Geez, Sasha.” Before she could say anything, he bent down once more and playfully swiped her lips with his tongue. He held back an arrogant smile when they eagerly parted.

Blood rushed to his cock as he continued to kiss her. His hands simultaneously stroked her jean-clad bottom and exposed belly. Slyly, his fingertips would reach up to stroke the bottom of her breasts. The first time he unabashedly gripped one of them, she tore her mouth away and released a deep moan. At the sound of her approval, Dmitri reached beneath her bra and flicked her nipple. He enjoyed watching the play of emotions across her face as he teased her.

“Do you want more,” he whispered in her ear.

Sasha could barely find her voice as she squirmed beneath him. She was surrounded by him; his thick, muscular legs trapped hers between them and his chest hovered over her. But, even as she enjoyed his ministrations, she felt an unquenchable thirst for more. Impatient, Sasha shoved his legs aside so that she could wrap hers around his waist. While simultaneously thrusting up, she pulled his waist down until she felt the hardness beneath the thin layer of his boxer briefs rub against her pussy. She moaned in delight as he simultaneously released a masculine growl of desire.

“Fuck!” Dmitri reached down to grasp her hips within his hands, reluctantly pulling her away from his erection. At the sound of her mewl of protest, he shushed her. “Hold on, baby. Just let me take these off.” He made quick work of unbuckling her pants before shoving them down her legs. Sasha helped him pull them off and immediately reached out for him when they were gone.

“Oh no,” he tsked. “If we’re going to do this, I want you completely naked.”

Sasha’s heart skipped a beat at the intense look in Dmitri’s eyes as he stared down at her. He had torn her shirt from her body and the only layer separating him from seeing her completely nude figure were a thin pair of panties and a Victoria Secret push-up bra. She shivered, staring deep into his dark gaze. Without warning, he ripped her panties and flung the remains behind his shoulder. Sasha’s instinct was to cover herself but as soon as her hands reached out, Dmitri grabbed a hold of her wrists and planted them above her head.

“Don’t move,” he whispered. “Just let me look at you.”

He reached beneath her and unsnapped her bra. Without pulling it completely off of her, he simply pushed it up so that her breasts spilled out. As he settled himself between her thighs, Sasha heard a muffled groan. Without warning, he grasped her twin mounds within his large palms, caressing them gently.

“I-It’s my first time,” she reminded him unnecessarily.

At the sound of her voice, Dmitri seemed to recover from his trance. “Baby, I’m not going to hurt you. I won’t be rough, okay?” He gave her a devilish grin. “At least not this time. I just want to touch you. Will you let me?”

Sasha gulped and nodded her head.

Having been given permission, Dmitri reached down and placed one of her chocolate nipples between his lips. Gently suckling, he looked up at her, holding her gaze and watching as her mouth opened in wonder. Soft pants rung from her lips and her hands left their designated place above her head to grasp his dark locks. She pulled him closer to her chest as he continued to suckle and flick her nipple with his tongue.

Switching between breasts, Dmitri felt as if he had entered heaven. Her skin was soft beneath his caresses and the sound of her soft gasps mixed in with moans of pleasure was music to his ears. He felt a primal urge to feel her surrounding his manhood and her screams of pleasure as he thrust into her depths. Feeling the heat emanating from her pussy against him, he trailed his kisses down her stomach.

Sasha closed her eyes, self-conscious of her body. She had never been very skinny and despite her many efforts, could not lose the slight roundness to her stomach and the thickness of her thighs. Having released his hair from her tight grasp, she fisted the material of the bedding and hoped he wouldn’t be disgusted by her body.

Dmitri sensed her tension and gently stroked her outer thigh in comfort. “It’s okay, baby. Relax.” When she only stiffened even more, he lifted his lips from her belly button. Pulling himself up so that he looked directly down into her eyes, Dmitri stroked her cheek and asked, “What’s wrong? We don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable.”

Sasha felt her swell at his genuine concern. “I-I don’t want you to…” She looked away and wondered how she could voice her concerns,

“Tell me.” Dmitri urged.

“I’m not…skinny, Dmitri. I don’t want you to think I’m disgusting.”

He couldn’t believe his ears when she said this. “You mean to tell me that after I just voiced my concerns about my sister’s anorexia, you think I’d reject you for not being stick-thin?”

Sasha felt ashamed but nodded her head in affirmation.

“Well then, let me show you how much I do love your body.” His hand reached beneath her and grasped her bottom, pulling her up so that her head rested against the headboard. Dmitri returned to his exploration, paying special attention to her stomach and navel while his hands went back to gently caressing her thighs.

“I can’t wait to feel your thighs around my waist as I make love to you, baby. They’re so thick and round; whenever you walked around in those tiny shorts all I could think about was how much I wanted to just bend you over and make love to you.”

Sasha gasped as he spread her legs even further apart. She felt completely exposed at the rush of air that caressed her pussy.

Dmitri grasped her thighs between his hands and looked down at her exposed womanhood. It was so pink and moist; he licked his lips in anticipation. Teasingly, he bent his head above Sasha, his lips hovering over hers. She struggled to reach him for a kiss.

Tauntingly, he asked, “Do you want me to kiss you, Sasha? Huh, baby?’

Before she could reach out and bring his head down, Dmitri settled himself between her parted thighs and flicked her exposed clit with his tongue. Sasha gasped; her hips instantly thrust into the air, shocked by the spasm of pleasure that coursed through her body. She felt his large palms settle against her inner thighs, keeping them spread to allow for greater access. She couldn’t help the needy moan that escaped from her lips as he continued to explore her pussy with his tongue and lips.

Dmitri sucked on each of her swollen pussy lips, enjoying the taste and feel of her wetness. He inhaled deeply taking in the smell of her. Her unique scent made his head spin and his salivary glands watered. The taste of her had settled at the back of his throat and it drove him to want more. Delving back in, he grasped her clit between his lips and sucked harder. Her responsiveness fueled his desire; the confines of his boxer briefs becoming stifling as his erection hardened.

Dmitri’s tongue traveled to her opening and entered her. Sasha screamed in pleasure. Unable to take the intense feelings, she tried to squirm away from his touch. Her fingernails were digging into her palms and her teeth were gritted as she attempted to hold back anymore cries of passion.

“Oh, god! Dmitri!”

His only response was to take hold of both cheeks of her bottom and pull her closer to his mouth. Her eyes rolled back into her head at his unencumbered exploration. Her once spread thighs now gripped him tightly between her legs as she tried to gain control of her desire. Even as she writhed from the amazing sensation, she couldn’t help but grit out, “More. Please!”

Dmitri knew what to give her. Releasing one of her firm cheeks, he removed his mouth from her pussy. Gently teasing her, his forefinger lightly caressed the skin of her lips before circling her vagina. His cock couldn’t help but feel envious as he watched his finger slowly enter her tight confines. The sheer resistance he felt from her tight walls only made his body ache even more for her. But he tried to calm his racing heart as he continued to push his thick finger inside her.

Sasha squirmed at the unusual feeling. The discomfort was overridden by his presence, however. She looked down at him and their eyes met as he continued to push his finger inside. Her face was flushed and there was an intense heat coming from her womanhood but all thoughts of what they were about to do halted as she stared down at him.

“Dmitri,” she whispered. “I want it to be you. I want you to be my first.”

Despite knowing that her deflowering was inevitably going to happen that night, he took immense pleasure in her words. He loosened her tight walls with her own lubrication until he had stuffed her with two of his fingers. Her mewls of pleasure rang in his ears as he tried to keep himself from pouncing on her. It felt as if his cock was going to burst at any moment. Deciding that she was finally ready, Dmitri rose over her, breathing hard with the effort to control his passion. Quickly, he reached into the nightstand for a condom.

Sasha watched him, squirming occasionally in anticipation of his touch. She couldn’t help releasing a sigh of content at the feel of his body resting against hers when he placed himself at her vaginal opening. Sensing her anxiousness, Dmitri caught her gaze and kept it as he pushed himself into her tight opening. She watched in admiration of his masculinity- the tension in his jaw, the protruding veins from his neck.

“Jesus, Sasha. You’re so fucking tight.” He released a gasp of air as the head of his cock finally embedded itself within her.

She reached up and pulled him down so that they were only a few centimeters apart. Their breath intermingled; Dmitri leaned down and kissed her, his tongue engaging her own, while he thrust himself in completely. His mind almost imploded at the amazing feeling of her surrounding him; every centimeter of his hard cock was surrounded by her warmth and wetness. She gasped around his mouth, the pain of her broken hymen tearing her away from the pleasure of the moment.

Dmitri pressed his hips into her, just enjoying the moment of being completely surrounded by her pussy. He waited until he felt her respond to his invasion before he began to thrust gently into her. As he rocked into her he felt her profuse wetness increase to the point that it covered both of them. Their juices dripped from their physical connection, coating her inner thighs. Dmitri’s rhythm steadily increased until he found himself pounding into her; his balls slapping against her bottom.

Sasha’s arms gripped his neck. She made scratches on his back trying to get closer to the heat of his body. His waist was tightly gripped between her thighs, her toes curled at his rhythmic movements.

“Yes! Oh, God!” She screamed. An unknown sensation ripped through her body, making her buck beneath him in desperate want. To her own surprise, she yelled, “Harder!”

Dmitri responded in kind. He gripped her ass cheeks and began to lift her in sync with his hips. The hair from his groin scratched against her clit as he occasionally grinded against her. His face began to redden as he felt himself rapidly approaching his peak.

The sounds of their soft moans and grunts filled the room, combining with the rough beat of the headboard against the wall. Sasha felt herself coming closer, her breath hitched until she began to shake. Lifting her hips off the bed and arching herself into the hardness of his chest, she came. Dmitri thought it was impossible but, remarkably, she tightened even more around his hardness, drowning him in her juices. Unable to take it, he let go and squirted his cum into the safety of the condom.

Sasha could feel the twitches of his cock inside her. Still experiencing the aftershocks of a wonderful orgasm, her walls quivered, actively milking him of his seed. With their faces separated by scant centimeters, they both reacted at the same time; they reached out and kissed in the aftermath of their joint culmination.

Sasha’s eyes opened into slits but immediately closed at the brightness of the sun shining through the window. Trying to ignore the beeping of the alarm on the nightstand, she buried herself deeper into Dmitri’s comforting grasp. She felt the heat of his palms on her back and bottom as she laid half on top of his body. The hair from his chest was a scratchy but comforting caress against her soft cheeks.

Dmitri’s arm automatically reached out to turn off the blaring alarm, forcing him to turn his body away from her. Immediately, Sasha released a moan, protesting his movement. With her eyes still closed she reached out for his arm and placed it back across her body. His chest vibrated with laughter at her neediness.

“Mm,” he nuzzled the top of her head, “it’s time to wake up, Sasha.”

“No,” she whined. When she felt him begin to sit up, she grasped her arms around his waist and rolled directly onto his chest. “No, Dmitri. Let’s just stay here for a while.”

“Don’t you have class this afternoon?”

At the mention of her graduate class, Sasha snapped out of her drowsiness and pushed against his chest so that she could sit up. “What time is it?” she asked even as she looked over at the alarm clock.

Dmitri laughed at her expression of terror. “You’re good, baby. It’s only eight o’clock.”

Her shoulders visibly relaxed. Upset at his teasing she slapped him against his broad shoulders even as he continued to laugh. She decided to ignore his amusement by heading to the master bathroom to freshen up. Dmitri eyed her retreating nude figure with appreciation as she disappeared.

After relieving herself and brushing her teeth, Sasha was in the shower enjoying the hot water when she felt hands surround her waist and pull her back into a muscular chest. A giggle released from her mouth; she looked up at him with a bright smile. Responding to the devilish glint in his eyes, she reached behind her and lightly stroked his penis. She felt a surge of feminine power at his groan.

It was more than thirty minutes until they finally appeared from the foggy shower. Sasha virtually skipped from the room as Dmitri continued to get dressed, but her lighthearted movement was put on halt at the sight of Nadia in the kitchen.

Dmitri’s younger sister was getting a glass of water when she heard the pants of Sasha’s breath. Looking up with a raised brow at her presence she asked, “What are you still doing here? Does Dmitri’s friends often sleepover?”

Sasha was dumbfounded as to what to say. “Umm, well…m-my roommate couldn’t pick me up last night so Dmitri was kind enough to offer me to stay here.”

“Really? Where did you sleep? Because there are only two bedrooms.” She sipped some of her water. Sasha listened to the ice click against the surface of the glass as she desperately searched for an answer.

“I slept on the couch,” she heard from behind her. Sasha turned around and saw Dmitri walk into the kitchen confidently. “Did you eat breakfast, Nady?”

Nadia nodded her head with a smile. As soon as his back turned to walk into the living room, her smile disappeared and she glared at Sasha. “I heard you last night.”

Sasha’s eyes widened in horror. “What?”

“Were you having a nightmare? You were really loud. It almost sounded like…” She tapped her foot as if she were pondering. “Well to be perfectly honest Sasha, it sounded like you were getting fucked.”