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

steal Vassily’s files, then kill him, but I met Vassily in the reception upon his arrival, he passed his files to me, and we went up to his room together.”

She shivers. “So the whole time you were in the room with Vassily, the killer was under the bed.”

“It is the most likely explanation.”

‘’My God you could have been killed too!’’

‘’I was never the target.’’

‘’I thank the universe you were not.’’

I take her hand and we walk down the steps together. The sun is shining brightly and I feel on top of the world. There is only one thing I haven’t done yet…

Raine

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It’s All Coming Back To Me Now

 As soon as we arrive at his, well, our home, we put our phones away into the Faraday cage, and I turn to him. “You know that time you asked me to come to that apartment… why?”

“Because I was going fucking mad being away from you. I wanted to touch you, fuck you, taste you. It was the only way I could have you for those few minutes without letting them know I still wanted you.”

“Do you still have that apartment?”

“I rented it for the minimum time possible. Six months. Why?”

“Because one of these days I want to do that again. I want to arrive and have you do exactly what you did that last time.”

He laughs. “You liked that, huh?”

I nod. “Yes, it was mysterious and exciting and I waited and waited for you to call me again.”

“Oh, baby,” he growls, as he pulls me up to him, my body pressed tightly against his as he searches my face hungrily, but for what he is looking for I can’t tell. It just seems as though he can’t quite believe that I belong to him. He crushes his lips to mine in a searing kiss.

I’m instantly light headed. It barely registers as he pushes the skirt of my suit up and tears off my underwear. Then he lifts me into his arms and carries me up to his bedroom. He puts me down on the ground and lays down on the bed. Then he pulls me to him and positions me until my ass is directly above his face. I gasp as he sits me down on his mouth.

Every fiber of my being feels like it is on fire.

I grind my sex wildly into his mouth as he sucks, licks and fucks me with that naughty, energetic, greedy tongue of his.

The edge of his teeth grazes and nips at the engorged bud of my clit constantly. I don’t want to climax yet. I want to make it last, but it is too good. Too amazing. I rock my hips to the maddening burst of ecstasy through my body until I am completely sated.

“Now, I want you to get naked and ride me.”

I love the sound of those words, the incredibly seductive tone in which he speaks them is beyond exciting.

I pull myself down his body until my ass sits on his crotch, and pull my clothes off my body. His eyes never leave my body. He leans forward and squeezing both my breasts together sucks both nipples into his warm, wet, velvety mouth. I watch him in wonder. This is my man. Mine. It seems too incredible to believe, but he is.

My breasts start to throb with pleasure. By the time my nipples pop out of his mouth they are swollen and tingling.

He looks up and our eyes meet, my heart feels as if it would burst with happiness.

 “Now. Do it now,” he says.

I grab his cock to position it at my entrance. We are both slick and ready, so when I take him inside me the entrance is a smooth and flawless glide.

“Ah,” I whimper, as my sex sheaths his hard cock like a second skin.

I run my hand across his chest, my eyes clench shut as my body tries to adjust again to his size. Already, my sex has forgotten how big he is. Hell, he is buried so deeply inside of me I feel his thick hardness filling me all the way to my abdomen.

He lifts his upper body off the mattress, and the shift sends a sharp burst of pleasure tearing through me. He pulls his shirt over his head and his smooth, flawless skin, carved into the ridges of his torso is fully on display. I lean forward to cover his nipple with my mouth knowing it will drive him crazy. He has very sensitive nipples. When his hand comes up involuntarily to cover the hardened little buds, I seize his wrists with a laugh, and weld them to the bed on either side of him.

“Konstantin,” I warn.

He gives me a heart wrenching look.

I lean forward and suck him again. He groans with pleasure.

I move my mouth upwards for a deep kiss. I suck his tongue mindlessly. Oh, how I missed this. Then I shower more kisses down his jaw. I nibble on his chin, deliberately let the tips of my breasts graze against his chest, and suck on the skin just above the frantically beating pulse in his neck. I move my lips to his neck, and down to his chest, licking, tasting, sucking, and grating my teeth across his supple flesh.

All the while my hips are rocking on him, in a slow, beguiling rhythm. Every time we are joined together like this, I’m all the more awed by him. It feels as though I’ve been completely transported off the earth, and thrown into another dimension where I’m not whole without him inside me.

With my knees planted firmly on the mattress, I writhe against him, guiding his cock in a to and fro motion inside of me. I do it until I can see the muscles bulging in his neck with tension.

Finally, I’m ready to fuck him properly.

With my hand planted solidly on his chest, I lift my ass off his crotch, the friction of his cock grating against my walls. It’s all too sweet