The Russian Billionaire: A Romantic Suspense Novel by Georgia Carre (readict .TXT) 📕

the dining experience. When we get back to the room, Konstantin falls on me. Apparently, he did take offence. He is wild with lust. Like an animal he claims me as his and… only his.

Again and again. All night long.

I go to sleep with the sound of the sea crashing on the rocks below. I am in a dream. A beautiful dream. When I wake up the sun is high in the sky. I turn and watch Konstantin, but he is already awake and watching me.

“Hey,” he whispers.

“Have you been watching me sleep?”

“Is that creepy?”

“It would be if it was not you,” I whisper. I nearly blurt out then that I have fallen in love with him, but I hold myself back. There will be time later. No need to rush. No need to rush at all.

“You look like an angel when you sleep. All that blonde hair is like a halo, and your skin is so flawless… you’re so beautiful.”

“My mouth is too big for me to be considered beautiful,” I mumble, slightly embarrassed by his compliments.

“Your mouth is perfect. My cock fits perfectly in it.”

“Ugh… the things you say,” I complain, pulling my pillow out from under my head and try to smack his head with it, but he catches it and rolls on top of me, his hard shaft pressing against my thigh.

“I love your mouth,” he growls possessively. “Every time I see it I want to either fuck it or fuck you.”

I stare into his eyes. In the sunlight pouring in from the windows they look so beautiful. “So what’s stopping you now?” I challenge.

“Sometimes I can hardly believe you’re real,” he murmurs almost to himself. “Can someone so innocent and pure really exist in this day and age?”

Instantly, I remember the painting. I am not pure and innocent. Until I tell him about it, what we have is a lie. The thought is painful. It ruins the dream. To forget I push him off me. He allows me to. Then I shimmy down and take his cock in my mouth.

The whole time he watches greedily as his big erect cock disappears between my lips and goes into my throat.

Konstantin

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The call from Thorne comes as soon as we touch down in the US.

“Meet me at the usual,” he says, and the line goes dead.

I know instantly that something has gone very wrong.

I toss my phone into my briefcase and put it on top of my suitcase in the car. Then I ask my chauffeur to drive Raine back to her apartment.

“Where are you going?” she asks, a frown on her forehead.

“Remember, the less you know the better,” I say, before I kiss her goodbye.

Then I hail a cab. As the cab makes it way slowly through the city traffic, I stare impatiently out of the window. For Thorne Blackborne to call me directly on my phone means something big has gone down and whatever it is concerns me.

When I get to the seedy little café designated as our meeting place, I nod at the man at the register, and go straight to the back of it. I run up the threadbare carpet on the stairs and knock at one of the two doors on the first floor.

“Come,” Thorne calls.

As I open the door I see him rising from one of the armchairs and come towards me. He looks troubled.

“What’s wrong?”

“Vasilly is dead.”

“What?” I explode.

“He was murdered last night.”

I blink with shock. “How?”

“Stabbed in his room.”

“Stabbed in his room?” I echo blankly. In my mind I can still see him, nervous, but determined to do his best. He offered me Vodka that he had brought from Russia. We sat together for five minutes drinking and talking. A good man. And young. So young. He has a family too. A wife and a little girl. Then we shook hands and I left.

“They’re coming for you,” Thorne says.

I nod. I already understood that.

“Who did you tell?”

I can’t think. I don’t want to think. “Tell?”

Thorne scowls. “Who knew you were meeting him?”

“No one.” I swallow hard. “Only the girl. Only Raine.”

A shadow passes his eyes. “Then it is her.”

I shake my head. “No. It is not her.”

“I’m sorry, Konstantin,” he says softly. “I will start to make preparations. Do what you have to.” Then he goes to the door and opens it. I stand in the middle of the room and listen to his footsteps die away. My hands clench into fists. There must be another explanation. There must be. And yet, I know, just as Thorne did, that there is no other explanation.

My first instinct was right.

She was always the honey trap. Always.

I just made the mistake of thinking with my dick.

Raine

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Think Twice

We’re still sitting at the kitchen table eating the sweets and delicacies I brought back from Amalfi and talking about all the things I had seen when my phone pings with a text from Konstantin.

I’m on my way to your apartment. 

Call me when you get outside. 

I spring out of my chair instinctively.

“What’s going on?” my mom asks.

“He’s coming here and he wants me to go outside and meet him.”

“He, as in Konstantin?” Maddy asks eagerly.

I nod blankly.

“Well, ask him to come up then,” Mom says.

“Yes, ask him to come up. I want to thank him myself.”

I nod, but distractedly. My antenna is up. Something is not right. I knew something was not right from the moment he got that phone call as we disembarked from the plane. I leave the apartment and run down the corridor. I call the elevator and can barely stand still while I wait for it to arrive. When it comes, I rush inside and jam my hand on the button with the faded G printed on it.

I stare impatiently at the lighted floors as the old elevator slowly makes its way down. As soon as I get outside I call him. To my surprise, he is standing about ten feet away, watching me. I run up