Cruel Paradise (Oryolov Bratva Book 1)

Her eyes widen more and she gulps. The women I usually bring here are all over me the second the elevator doors shut; sometimes, I’m bored even before the sex begins. She’s definitely not what I’m used to.

Maybe that’s why my cock is already straining hard against my pants.

Emma’s eyes keep flitting from side to side without focusing on anything. She’s standing just out of reach in front of me, the vein in her forehead throbbing softly.

“Emma.” Her eyes snap up to mine. “Take a deep breath.” The fact that she follows my orders instantly is a massive turn-on. “Good girl. Do you need another drink?”

“I’m okay.”

I nod. “Now, remember: I’ve already heard you come. More than once, actually.”

Her throat bobs with another swallow. “You listened to that message again?”

“I listened to it quite a few times.” I can still see her forehead vein, but it’s not throbbing quite as much. “Whether you realize it or not, you know how to put on a show.”

Every time she blushes, I feel the need to make her blush again. And again. And again. It’s become a private little game for me. I win every single time.

She runs her tongue along her bottom lip. I’m not sure she’s aware just how many different urges I’m fighting off right now. The caveman in me wants to rip her clothes off and fuck her senseless in every conceivable position known to man. But I haven’t honed my sense of discipline for nothing and Ms. Carson needs to be handled carefully.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she murmurs shyly.

“I enjoyed it so much that I had a special contract drawn up just for you.”

She exhales. Her shoulders relax and the anxious vein disappears altogether. I lean back in the chair and lift my glass to her. “Take your blouse off. Slowly.”

She hesitates only for a second before she pulls the blouse up over her head. She removes it a little too fast, but the sight of her high, full breasts peeking out of the half-cup bra she’s wearing more than makes up for it.

I clench my jaw, greedy for the plump nipples that are practically poking through the thin fabric of her lacy black bra.

Savor it…

“Now, the skirt.”

She reaches her hands back and unzips herself. This time, she makes eye contact with me the whole time. Once she pushes the skirt over her hips, it falls to the floor. She steps out of it, another blush reddening her cheeks.

Well, fuck me.

Who knew that my prudish little assistant was hiding that body underneath those billowing silk blouses and pencil skirts? Not that I didn’t know she had a great figure, but I certainly wasn’t expecting the tantalizing curves that are officially making my mouth water. Soft lines accentuate her firm stomach and lead to the patch of skin covered from view…

For now.

The waistband of her G-string is pulled up, highlighting the sharpness of her hip bones. My gaze travels back to the little triangle of fabric that’s covering her mound, and for just a moment, I hear myself think, Fuck restraint.

She doesn’t wait for any more instructions. She unhooks her bra and pulls it off her shoulders, bearing those pert, juicy breasts. Her nipples are hard and I’m willing to bet that if I slide a finger inside her right now, it’ll come back wet.

“Fuck, kiska, you have the sexiest body I’ve ever seen.”

Her eyebrows arch. Surely this can’t be the first time she’s heard that? I don’t care enough to ask, though. I’m too distracted by the feast my eyes are dining on.

“Turn around.”

I’m close enough to see her eyes dilate at the command. Then she turns and my cock jumps hungrily at the sight of her perfectly round ass. It’s a fucking work of art. I actually wince from the effort of not coming.

My muscles tighten as she bends over, sliding the negligible bit of fabric down her slim thighs. She reaches her ankles and her smooth pussy winks at me between those ripe, pink cheeks. I start to feel cracks skittering on the surface of my steely sense of control.

She straightens back up and glances at me over her shoulder. Just that motion alone tosses her dark hair over her shoulders. What makes it even more potent is how innocently oblivious she is to her own seductive power.

“Can I turn around now?”

Fuck, when has she ever been this deferential? This temptingly compliant?

“No.” My voice is gravelly with need. “Lie down on the bed.”

I watch her walk away, amused and entranced by the fact that her cheeks blush at both ends. She approaches the bed and lies down on her back with her feet hanging off the edge.

I grab a chair and move it toward her. Far enough away so she can writhe all she wants… but close enough that I won’t miss a thing.

“What a good girl you are.” Her limbs tremble as she sucks in a sharp breath. “Spread your legs for me.”

I can see the moisture pooling between her pussy lips. I grind my teeth and resist the urge to slide my fingers inside her.

“Now—touch yourself.”

Goosebumps erupt over her arms as her right hand settles between her legs. Using two fingers, she starts rubbing her clit in slow circles. I watch the dangerously hypnotic movement, enjoying the way her body is spread before me.

Mine for the taking.

Eventually.

Slowly, the tension starts to leave her body. Her jaw relaxes, her eyes roll, and a soft little moan escapes through those sinful lips of hers.

“What are you thinking about right now?”

She bites her bottom lip, stifling a moan in the process. “Y-you,” she gasps.

“What about me?”

“I’m imagining your cock… what it’ll feel like i-inside…ahh—”

Another moan. A flutter of her lashes. Her fingers start moving faster over her clit.

Something primal and possessive shifts inside of me. The thought that any other man might have seen her like this… the thought that some other man one day might see her like this… It makes me want to mark her so that she’ll always remember exactly who she belongs to.

But mostly, it’s a hunger to let every other man out there know that this woman is off-fucking-limits.

I remind myself of the contract. Her cleanly slanted signature on several different pages. As long as that contract is in play, I don’t need to worry about other men. She belongs to me and me alone.

“Yes, baby. Keep going. Faster.”

“Touch me,” she begs as her voice hitches up a few notes. “Please.”

I shake my head slowly. “You’ll have to work for that. My touch is not easily earned.”

She whimpers, her bottom lip trembling frantically. “R-Ruslan…”

The faster she moves her fingers over her clit, the more her plump breasts bounce. Her dark hair fans out across my Egyptian cotton sheets, a stark contrast to the immaculate white. She looks like a fucking painting come to life.

“Play with your nipples for me.”

Her free hand lands on her right breast and she starts massaging it slowly, rolling the nipple between her fingers.

I grind my teeth hard enough to shatter them. “What a good little assistant you are. So fucking obedient. So fucking sexy…”

An unbridled moan flies out of her lips.

“Do you want to see how much I love what you’re doing?”

She nods emphatically. It takes me only seconds to strip off my shirt and free myself of my pants and boxers. I step around to the side and her eyes glide down the paths of my tattoos before they land on my cock. She lets out a strangled little moan that demands my full attention.

I wrap a palm around my shaft and start stroking myself. Emma pushes herself up on one elbow, her tongue snaking over her lips.

“You want my cock, baby?”

She nods. “So much.”

“It’s pretty big. You sure you can take it?”

She bites down hard on her bottom lip, rubbing her clit harder. “Mhmm.”

“Say it. I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” she groans. “I can take it.”

I keep pumping my cock. I can feel the release build just at the tip, but I bury the urge through sheer force of will. I don’t plan on coming tonight. Not until I’ve made her come a dozen times over.

“Tell me what you want.”

Her eyes flare. The flush on her cheeks has traveled over her entire body. Is this the first time a man has ever asked her that question? Judging from the look on her face, it is. But I can’t be sure and it’s driving me fucking insane.

“Tell me,” I growl. “Tell me while your mouth is still empty.”

She swallows hard. And like the obedient woman she is, she doesn’t stop rubbing between her legs. “I want that. I want your—ahh—your cock in my mouth. I want your cock everywhere.”

I pump harder still. “Everywhere? Such a dirty little assistant.”

“Yes,” she gasps. “Yes.”

“What else?”

Every time her eyes flicker close, she forces them open again so she can meet my gaze. Shivers roll through her body every few seconds and her breathing grows more and more labored.

“I-I want you to eat me out.”

“Mmm…”

“I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my own name.”

“What about my name?” I demand, moving just a little bit closer. I’m not sure I can hold out any longer. I need to fucking touch her.

Her eyes keep sliding down to my cock. “Y-your name?”

“Will you forget my name?” There’s a feral menace underlining the question.

“No,” she pants. “Never. N-not your name…”

“Good girl. Now, say it. Say my name while you come for me.”

“Ruslan!” Her voice trembles violently, her breasts shiver, and her fingers bear down on her gorgeous wet cunt. “Fu-uuu-ck!”

I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as her face when she comes.

Only after she’s had her release do her eyes close. As if it’s over. As if that would ever be enough to sate me…

“I think you’re forgetting something, Ms. Carson.”

The mention of her office name has her eyes flying open. Her mouth hitches up on one side. “What am I forgetting, Mr. Oryolov?”

The little minx. She’s toying with me.

“You’re here to service my needs. Not the other way around.”

She stretches her body along the bed with a breathy moan. “What can I do for you, sir?”

The question sets my body on fire. The answer to it is: everything. I’ve got an entire lifetime’s dirty fantasies ping-ponging inside my head. Picking which one is hard—pun fully intended—but I go with my basest instinct, unable to quiet the covetous throbbing of my cock.

“I want to fucking break you,” I growl.

Her eyes flash. Fear? Excitement? Anticipation? I don’t allow her to face me long enough to figure out which. Grabbing her by the hips, I twist her around, force her onto her stomach, and pull her hips to arch her delectable ass up to me. Her skin is as soft as my sheets and twice as luxurious. I can’t wait to mark her with my teeth, my fingers, my cum.

My hands smooth over her hips while my cock presses between her cheeks, lining up with her dripping slit. I can’t help myself—I tease us both, rubbing the swollen head up and down, nudging her clit and making both of us shudder.

She’s got fistfuls of bedsheets in each hand, her juicy ass pushing back against my cock. Eager little kiska.

I slap her ass. She yelps, jerking forward as my handprint glows against the pale pink blush of her skin.

Before she can recover from the slap, I grab her hips and thrust inside her. She makes a sound that’s half-moan, half-scream—and one hundred percent mine.

As for me… all the noise disappears. All the tension in my body dissolves. All the stress and duty that weighs heavy on my shoulders fades away into the background.

There’s just the thwack of skin on skin when I push harder, sink deeper, until every inch is buried inside her and I’m fucking home.

She’s so hot, so tight, so… fucking… perfect.

Emma may have gone limp on the bed, a mass of shivering, sobbing pleasure as I rock into her— but inside her sweet body, she’s on fire. I can feel her ripple tightly along my shaft; the naughty minx is already trying to milk my orgasm from me before I’ve even begun teaching her what a real fucking orgasm feels like.

I pull her onto me the same time I thrust inside her. Again and again and again, relishing the way her moans melt into grunts that melt into sobs of pleasure bubbling my name between her trembling lips.

This is what I want. What I need. I need her to feel me so fucking deep inside her gorgeous body that she’ll forget whatever else she’s experienced before me. I need her to take it so good, she’ll struggle to walk in the morning.

I feel her tighten on me and I grin. I grab her hips harder, pull her onto me deeper, and when I feel her tense on that sweet edge of oblivion, I seat myself balls deep inside her quivering pussy and slide my hands up to caress her sides.

“Come for me, baby.”

When she does, my eyes roll back in my head. Feeling her spasm on my cock, wild and wet and uncontrolled, tests every fiber of my self-control beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before.

Goddamn.

I don’t wait for her to calm down through the final spasms—I pull out, roll her onto her back, and bury my cock back inside her. The swiftness makes her gasp and arch into me, and I wrap my arms around her back so I can taste those sweet nipples as I buck into her.

Not enough. It’s not enough. I feel her spasm again, hear her cries as I fuck her into oblivion while I feast on her delicious curves, feel her fingers tug my hair… and it’s not enough. I want more. I buck into her faster, burying my face in the curve of her neck to lick and suck and taste her glistening skin.

If it weren’t for the soundproof walls of this penthouse, I’d stand a very good chance of being suspected of murder. Emma is certainly not the quiet little dormouse she appears to be in the office.

In the bedroom, she’s a fucking storm.

Maybe that’s why I do something I never anticipated doing tonight—leaning down and capturing her lips with my own. Even in the middle of her falling to pieces, I sense her surprised gasp. She didn’t expect a kiss any more than I did.

But now that I’m tasting her, claiming her mouth, it feels so fucking right. She’s sweet and warm and soft. I swipe my tongue inside of her mouth, tasting her tasting me. She claws at my back as I continue to drive into her tight pussy. We’re a sweaty, entangled mess. Fused together head to toe.

For the briefest moment, it scratches the itch I have for more.

Then that moment passes. And I want more again.

Even as I reach the end of my tether and brace for my own release, I find myself still craving more. More of her, in different ways, in different places.

The contract. You have her twice a week for as long as you want.

It’s that thought that pushes me over the edge. I cling to her, muffling my roar against her neck, as I feel the orgasm rip through me and pour into her in a searing heat that makes her shudder her own final release around me.

Consistent, convenient, decent sex is what I’d been after with this little arrangement. But what I’ve got is great sex. The kind of sex that calms the mind and soothes the soul.

The kind of sex that makes a man feel invincible.