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

I understand it is recording my conversations and locations I treat it as a necessary evil. In fact, I am even thinking of getting an analogue phone. That way I can communicate with people, but my conversations won’t be recorded and used for nefarious purposes. I go to Lois’s home and see that she has an Alexa, and my first instinct is to immediately suggest we leave.

But it is when I see how utterly entranced my sister is with her phone, that I feel real pain. I actually feel the same way someone must if they see their loved ones shooting heroin into their veins.

I know I must bide my time. Be patient. She is ill and other than the small walk she is allowed every day to give her some fresh air and keep her muscles exercised, she has nothing to look forward to in her life.

Once she is better I will wean her away from that device and back to the real world.

Mom doesn’t give her notice. She is unsure of our future and she wants to carry on working for the time being. I just nod even though it breaks my heart to see how tired she is.

“Maddy, isn’t it time you were in bed?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going,” she says, and uncurls herself from the sofa.

“Goodnight,” I say, switching off the TV.

“Nite, nite,” she calls as she disappears into the room where she and Mom sleep in. I lean back and close my eyes. I can hear our neighbors arguing. They have taken to arguing a lot these days. Mom won’t be home for another two hours tonight. She was offered overtime work and she took it.

I hear the ping of my phone and I am curious who would be texting me at this time of the night as I go to my bedroom and look at it. It is an unknown number. I open the text and stare at it with my heart racing.

It is just an address and the words. Come now.

I don’t even think it could be a prank or a hoax or even a dangerous plot that could get me raped or murdered. Intuition tells me exactly who it is. I knock on Maddy’s door and tell her I’m going out for a bit. As I make my way to the elevator, I send a message to my mom to say I might not be home when she comes in. I run into the street and hail a cab. I give the driver the address and sit back.

My stomach is in knots with sheer excitement. The address is not in the best part of town, in fact it is only a few blocks away. Under normal circumstances I would have walked. I pay the driver and run to the door. On the shiny surface of the elevator I see that my hair is a mess. I was in such a state I didn’t even brush it before I left the house.

I comb my fingers through my hair quickly.

My eyes look feverish. I walk down the narrow corridor. I can hear the sounds of TV sets coming from the apartments on either side of me. I take a deep breath, knock on door number 632 and wait. The door opens, before I can say anything, Konstantin puts a finger on my lips.

He pulls me in and closes the door. For a few seconds, he does nothing, just looks at me, his eyes roving greedily over my face and body, then he catches me and whirls me around so my palms slam into the door.

He reaches in my skirt and tears away my panties. A small moan escapes my mouth, but he comes close to my ear and says, “Shhh…”

Then he tilts my hips upwards, crouches down, and swipes his velvety tongue slowly and tantalizingly along the crack of my sex. My stomach curls, but he doesn’t stay for long. It is as if he just wanted one taste.

He stands and pulls me towards him. I press my body invitingly against his hardness. With the solid heat of his body pressed against me I feel strangely safe. As if the outside world with all its problems and horrors does not exist.

I feel him grab my hips roughly, and suddenly, without warning and without using any protection he enters me in a fierce thrust. My mouth opens in a startled gasp. He is branding me. It is crude, it is primitive, but it is exactly what I want. I need to take him raw. And if he leaves his seed in me even better.

He plunges in again, harder.

I gasp softly.

I feel him pull apart my buttocks and the next thrust is so hard and so deep that my body jerks like a puppet. My eyes swivel upwards, dimly noticing the ceiling that needs a new coat of paint. All that I need is to be his. Like this. Forever.

His skin slaps against mine as he fucks me so hard I feel his thighs chafe against mine. He comes inside me in a rush of heat. And I am glad for his seed. I wish one of them will grow inside me. If that is the only thing I can have from him, then so be it.

“Shhh…” he says again.

I become still.

He crouches down again and pushes my skirt up, and looks at my pussy. I can feel his seed leaking out of me. He puts a restraining hand on the small of my back, he licks my swollen sex. Then he does something strange. He opens the curls of my sex and whispers something right into my pussy. Then he licks me clean. Just like a dog.

My hips start to move. I want him to fill me up again. I’ve been so empty without him.

While his thumb circles my clit, he pushes his fingers into me and finger fucks me.

Until I climax, my mouth opening in a silent scream. He doesn’t allow me to turn around and look him