The Tycoon's Virgin Bride - Part 1 (The Corskovi Dynasty) (2 page)

“Do you
want more?” he asked, a devilish grin on his lips.

She
nodded, panting out of control.

Andre
reached into his pocket of his pants and pulled out a golden, foil package. A
condom. He then unzipped his pants and undressed, fully exposing his long, hard
erection.

“God,
you’re huge!” Hannah cried out. Talk about sounding stupid. She’d never seen a
man that large before.

Andre’s
lips curled into a grin. “It’s all yours baby,” he said in a low whisper.

Hannah
had glanced at videos before of women giving
blow jobs
but doubted her own ability. She really wanted to please him the same way he’d
just pleasured her to sweetness. She inched closer to him.

Could
her mouth possibly hold this wonderful organ? She lowered her head to his
throbbing cock and gently kissed the head of his penis. The low moan that came
from his parted lips gave her satisfaction. She was pleasing him. She stroked
the full length of his shaft and sucked on his penis once more, this time with
more swirling of her tongue tasting the silkiness of his pre cum. Andre’s
breathing became heavier and deeper. She continued to suck and soak up the
wetness of his manhood as he pressed his palms on
her
 
head
moving her back and forth.
Soon his cock was driven deeper into her mouth, slapping the back of her
throat. She almost gagged but repositioned herself over him. She would do this.
She wanted him inside her. Craved him.

His
voice was now hoarse as he moaned and groaned with ecstasy. He stopped her and
she was breathless, tasting the saltiness of his wetness. Perspiration
moistened his taut skin and he looked more like a model from a workout gym
commercial. The scent of his manhood was fresh and clean like soap.

“Why
did you stop?” she said almost out of breath.

“I
don’t want to come in your mouth. Not now. Lean back, baby.”

Hannah
complied.

“Open
your legs,” he said as he helped spread them wide with his own legs. Andre’s muscled
heaviness and hot body was on top of her now. “You okay?”

She
nodded, her eyelids heavy with pleasure.

He
pressed his soft lips against hers again and kissed her with a fierce hunger
she’d never experienced before.
 
His
lips trailed down her breasts again and he nibbled and bit gently on her nipple
as she cried out for more. She thought she was going to go crazy if he didn’t
fuck her now as her inner thighs pulsated hard and fast.

He got
up and took the condom packet and tore it open with his teeth, his sexy gaze
still holding her as he rolled it over his long, firm shaft.

“I’ve
wanted you so badly for so long, baby.”

“Oh, Andre.
I want you, too,” she cooed.

“You
ready?”

She
nodded, her eyes wide. Should she dare say it? “Will it fit?” she said, gazing
at his huge cock.

Andre
tilted his head back and laughed out. “You’re not serious, are you?”

Hannah
flushed a hundred shades of red.

“Baby,
it’s
one size fits all.” The grin was wiped quickly off his
face. He turned serious, a darkness in his eyes. “Hannah, you’ve never done
this before? You’re a virgin?”

“Please
Andre, I want you. Please don’t stop.”

“My
God, Hannah. Why didn’t you say anything? Fuck!”

“No, Andre,
don’t stop. I want this.” She reached over and held the back of his neck
bringing him closer to her. Her breathing was rapid now. She kissed him on his
neck and moved her lips to his. She thrust her tongue inside his mouth,
swirling and dancing with his. At first he was hesitant but then his arousal
took over and he kissed her hungrily and lowered her back onto the bed.

“I’ll
be gentle the first time, okay? No kinks. Just vanilla sex today.”

“Vanilla
what?”

He
grinned into her lips. “I’ll explain another time, baby. God, there’s so many
things I wanna do to you, Hannah.”

Andre’s
lips caressed her body and
he
 
murmured
how beautiful she was
and how much he respected her and desired her and that he’d never do anything
to hurt her.

“It’s a
good thing you’re so wet. My dick should slide right in.” he murmured as
he
 
moved
his
cock around the opening of her wetness playfully teasing her, soaking up her
juices, then with a firm thrust of his hips he slid his hard erection inside
her moist opening. Hannah gasped in surprise at first at the sweet invasion
then she cried out with delight. He moved back and forth, groaning as he
nibbled on her neck.
 
His movements
were slow and tantalising at first then hard and fast. There was the sound of
skin slapping skin as he entered inside her tight walls in the heat of passion.
She came soon after with a shudder. Andre then thrusted until his muscles
tensed with an erotic shudder and he came with an explosion crying out, “Oh,
God!” over and over. He gently pressed his lips to Hannah’s forehead then moved
down to her lips stroking her long silky hair. “I love you, Hannah. I’ve wanted
you from the day I first laid eyes on you.”

“Oh, Andre.
I love you, too,” she murmured breathless.

As they
lay on the bed panting and breathing heavy, heart beats pounding in their chests
so loud they could hear it, their moment of pleasure was disturbed by a
knocking on the door, bringing Hannah back to reality.

She
jolted up.

“Hannah!
It’s Lucy! The limo is here to take you to the chapel.”

Andre
lifted his head
up
 
and
propped himself up in the bed, his nakedness to Hannah’s
delight.

“Hannah?” Lucy’s voice sounded more urgent. “Is everything alright in there? I
have the other card key. I’m coming in, alright?”

“Tell
her that the wedding is off,” Andre said, his tone more serious.

“I…I
can’t…I…”

“Hannah,
you can’t possibly walk down the aisle with that man after what we just had.”

Hannah
felt the blood drain from her face. What was she going to do now? Everyone was
at the church waiting for her. Her mother.
Her poor mother.
She could not cause a disgrace now, could she? She’d be the laughing stock, the
scandal of the whole community.

She
glanced into Andre’s eyes, desperation in her own eyes.

She
heard the sound of the card key swiping the door for Lucy to come in. Fear of
getting caught and anxiety knotted inside her.

She
turned to Andre, alarmed.

What
was she going to do now? Call off the wedding and leave everybody at the church
waiting as she ran off with Andre? But Andre wasn’t a marrying man.
 
Her body tensed. Her mind reeled with
confusion. She was shattered inside just thinking of what her next move should
be.

Should
she marry Gustav or stay with Andre?

Hannah
Steeles’ breathing became labored as she sat in the white hummer limousine on
her way to the chapel. Her thoughts were all over the place. She could barely
capture in the luxurious interior of the
vehicle which
looked more like a palace on wheels. It was hard to believe she was seated in a
car.

She
should be savoring the moment. Instead, she dreaded what she was about to do.
To marry Gustav Kolodenko, a man she did not love.
A man who
did not love her.
But that wasn’t causing her heart to pound in her
chest and her lungs to work overtime. Her mind was still spinning from what had
just taken place at the hotel moments ago. Her body still tingling from her
passionate encounter with the man sitting next to her, ready to give her away
in place of her late father. Her friend and the man she’d secretly admired for
so long.

Andre
‘sexy-yet-emotionally-unavailable’ Corskovi.

Damn, Andre!

Guilt
tore through her body as she sat there in her white Vera Wang mermaid
design wedding
gown. The temptation was so great to run away
with Andre that is was overwhelming her. Guilt was a heavy burden to bear.

She
turned her head to glance at Andre. She saw raw hurt glittering in his dark,
sexy caramel eyes. He was peering out the window, jaw clenched. He looked
devilishly handsome even though he was not in the mood to talk to her right
now. His skin had a radiant glow. Andre looked ravishing in his French design
dark grey tux. Her gaze dropped to his groomed stubble that gave him the
dangerous bad boy look and his sinfully sexy lips. The same lips that moments
ago had pleasured her to erotic heights.

Stop it, Hannah! He’s not the
man for you. He doesn’t
do the marriage thing
,
remember
?

He had
argued with her to put a stop to the wedding back at the hotel but she did not
have the guts to do so. She should run off with Andre. But he could not give
her the marriage she desired. A tumble of confused thoughts and feelings
assailed her. A wave of doubt coursed through her veins. The chapel was
decorated and filled with her family and friends. Her chronically ill mother
had always wanted to live to see the day that she would marry and have a family
of her own.
Something that she was denied when she’d given
birth to Hannah out of wedlock.

How
could she let them all down now at the last minute?

Hannah
had always had feelings for Andre and she barely knew Gustav. She’d been in
love with Andre from the moment she first met him when she was in her teens
long before he’d struck it rich and made his first billion. But he was not the
marrying type. He’d made that clear.

But did
she really want to enter a loveless marriage just to have children in wedlock?

“Stop
the car!”

“What
is it?” Andre asked, his voice cool and emotionless.

“You’re
right, Andre. I can’t go through with this.” She gathered her long train and
scooted over in the enormous limousine to the door and opened it.

“What
are you doing, Hannah? We’re in the middle of the street.” Andre followed her
out of the car. The limo driver had pulled over to the side of the busy Vegas
Strip. Not surprisingly the street was filled with crowds of people laughing
and talking, music pumping in the atmosphere and the glow of the lighted
buildings created quite the sight. A few onlookers gave her the thumbs up and
took pictures of her in her dress with their camera phones. She looked oddly
out of place as if she should be in a chapel not on the Vegas Strip itself.

“Are
you out of your mind?” Andre asked as he pulled Hannah close to him on the busy
street. Hannah looked captivating in her strapless hugging gown even on a
crowded street. His gaze drifted to her voluptuous cleavage and his crutch
jumped. Just moments before he wasn’t able to control his urge to have her and
captured her bosom between his lips.

God,
she looked scrumptious in her mermaid
gown which
only
highlighted all her curves. And that ass!
That fine rounded
ass bulging from her smooth satin white dress.
His cock started to throb
again. He’d have an erection in no time.
Bad idea to look her
over while on the street.
 
He
felt fiercely protective of her again. Heat fired inside him because he desired
her so badly, his late mentor’s niece, and he wanted no one else to even lay
their eyes on her. He knew he was wrong for telling her how he’d felt the
morning of her wedding but he’d also known they were made for each other. A
sense of urgency surged inside him to take her again. Right there and then.

“I
couldn’t breathe in there. I needed air. I needed to clear my mind,” she said,
her expression that of desperation. Torment.

Andre
hugged her closely inhaling the fragrance of her freshly shampooed
hair which
shined as it flowed down her back. His senses
were spiraling out of control.

“Hannah,
you know how I feel about you. You don’t even love Gustav. Why are you marrying
him? You barely know him.”

“I know
that he wants to marry me, Andre.”

“To get
his green card. You call that a real marriage? What makes you so sure he won’t
leave you the moment he’s legit in this country?”

Hannah
sucked in a deep breath.

“Listen,”
Andre said, looking around, “this is not the time nor the place to have this
conversation. Let’s get back into the car.”

Hannah
hesitated at first, her soft red lips pouted. Andre leaned down and sucked on
her lips as he kissed her gently. A group of tourists with cameras had been
watching and burst into a round of applause. He watched how Hannah’s face
turned a deep shade of rouge. A grin touched his lips.

He
turned to the crowd and gave a nod as he gently took Hannah by the waist and
led her back to the long white limo.

Hannah
fished inside her white pearl bag for her cell phone. “I’m going to call
Gustav.”

“You
will tell him that the wedding is off?” Andre asked but it sounded more like a
statement than a question.

“Yes.”
Hannah felt a lump climb into her throat. Her heart pounded hard and fast. She
carefully dialed his number and hit the send key waiting for him to answer.
Gustav should be at the chapel by now, waiting for her to walk down the aisle
towards him.

“Hello,”
a woman’s voice answered Gustav’s cell.

Stunned,
Hannah paused for a moment, thinking that she might have dialed the wrong
number.

“Hi…um,
is Gustav there?”

Andre’s
attention turned to Hannah. He seemed curious as to whom she was speaking with.

“Who is
this? What do you want with Gustav?” The woman had some sort of a Russian
accent. How strange. Gustav was born in Russia.

“I’m
his…fiancé. Who is this?”

“His
wife!” Hannah dropped the phone. Her entire body went numb.