Redemption (The Volkov Mafia Series Book 4) (2 page)

Chapter Two

Alekzander

I see her in the kitchen as I enter, sat at the table drinking her ritual morning coffee, her hair flowing freely. She is fucking stunning. I really have to try and get my reaction to her under control. I can’t approach her after everything she has been through. But the way she has just smiled and dropped her legs from the other chair in invitation, my legs move on their own, taking me towards her … Emma.

The first time I saw her she was curled up on the couch watching a cheesy comedy on the TV. Her giggle was infectious. It brought a smile to my face. Even after everything that happened, this little flower made me smile. I quickly compose myself and turn to leave as quickly as I can. But that giggle will forever be imprinted in my mind, to call upon whenever I need to see her.

I take the seat at the side of her and pour a cup of tea from the pot on the table. Faith must have been in before and made a pot, it’s the only way to explain it as Emma has coffee in her cup.

“Hey, Alekzander,” she says in a sweet voice that instantly hits my cock, making it tight against my jeans.

“Hi, Emma. Please, just call me Alek, everyone else does,” I say to her. My voice is more lust filled than I think it has ever been before. Shit, I’ve only said one damn sentence to this woman and already I have a vision of bending her over the table, wanting to fuck her hard and deep. I wonder if she is the sort of woman that could get down with my version of kink. It’s nothing too drastic, but it’s not for sweet little virgins either.

“Ok, can I ask you something?” she says to me.

I’m dreading what she will ask, not that I mind talking to her, but what if she doesn’t like what I say in response? I don’t want to upset her.

“Do you really think of me how you sometimes look at me, like I’m disgusting?”

As she finishes she quickly turns away from me. I don’t like that she can’t look me in the eyes when I answer her, but what do I say to that? Of course I don’t think she is disgusting. She had no choice in what she was made to do, what she was forced to do. She faces those demons daily. She doesn’t need me adding fuel to the fire that’s brewing deep inside of her. All I can do is be there when it erupts.

“Why would you even say that, Emma? What you went through was out of your control. It’s me I’m disgusted with. What sort of man would I be if I chased you after everything you have been through? You need time to come to terms with it. You don’t need to be worrying over me and what I think about you. But for your information I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. You light up a room with your smile, you can bring hope to a dying man with your giggle,” I tell her honestly.

“Then why do you keep your distance then? If I am that nice or lovely to be around, why don’t you want to be around me then? Everyone seems to make me feel welcome, everyone but you.”

The hurt in her voice is evident. The sheen of moisture that appears at her eyes tells me that she is hurt by what she thinks is the reason that I didn’t want her. Who wouldn’t want her, even after what she has been through? You can’t let your past define who you’re going to be tomorrow.

“You’re not the only one fighting demons at the moment, Emma. You only know the tip of the iceberg with me.” I don’t want to tell her everything just yet, it would only serve to wound her more than she already is.

That’s not something I could ever do to her. If asked, I would go into battle to fight for her.

“Maybe we should help each other out?” she asks, and again my cock pushes against the zip of my jeans, wanting to claim her.

“How do you suppose two fuck-ups like us, with enough stories between us to ruin Jeremy Kyle, can help each other out?”

“Can’t we just talk and see where it goes? I really do like you, Alek.”

The way she says my name makes my heart skip a beat. What the fuck am I supposed to say to that? Yeah let’s talk, but after we do that we fuck? My brother would have my balls if I tried that.

“Let’s just start by taking one day at a time, Emma. I don’t want to rush you or push you into something that you don’t want,” I tell her, hoping it’s enough to answer her questions.

“But what if it’s what I really want?”

Fuck, how the hell do you respond to that? The image that swims around in my head threatens to make a show of myself. I can’t help the way my body reacts to her. To want her is crazy, but I can’t seem to help myself.

I peel her out of the black lace bra she is wearing, my hands gliding down over the curve of her breasts, the nipples peaking into hard points. I kiss the line down from her ear to her chest. My tongue darts out and licks around the bud, teasing and tormenting. I sit on the edge of the bed, bringing her to stand in between my legs. My eyes level with her tummy. I gently bring my lips down and place a kiss against it. Her back arches when I trace the line down from her hip bone with my tongue, caressing every inch of her skin before I get to the reward.

My fingers slip into the waistband of her black thong and I gently pull them down from her hips, watching as they drop to the floor. The sight standing in front of me is fucking beautiful. Her silky skin is already wet, I can see it glistening against the paleness of her skin, calling for me to explore.

My finger dips inside her wet folds, not wanting to wait another moment. I push another finger deep inside of her, curling them forward and rubbing against that little spot that drives her crazy. I thrust in a few more times before she comes all over my fingers, and that’s it. I’m done. I can’t hold off anymore. I need to be buried deep inside of her.

I spin her around and she lowers herself onto me, the warm tightness of her pussy driving me insane. It’s taking all I have not to thrust all the way in. I let her continue to lower at her pace even though it’s fucking driving me crazy with need. My fingers find her nipples, twisting and pinching them until they harden with arousal. Her rhythm is fucking mind-blowing; the rise and fall as she rides me, the bounce of her tits between my hands. I bring my other hand between her open legs and find her clit. I start rubbing, knowing that she won’t last now that I’m helming her. Her legs stiffen at the side of me. Her back arches in pleasure as she continues to fuck me harder and faster, bringing my release ever closer. She tries to muffle the scream that leaves her throat, but fails. My lips kiss her neck as she rides me. I can feel the tingling in my balls, the swell of the tip as I come. Fuck … I sink my teeth into her neck and shoulder as my hips thrust upwards, giving her everything I’ve got.

She is looking up at me with a funny look on her face. It’s then I realise that I’ve had this daydream just inches from her sexy-as-sin body. The evidence is clear if her eyes only roam lower to see it.

Her smile, and the glazed look her eyes are now showing me, let me know she knew exactly what I was thinking about. Her again.

“You know, I could help you with that little predicament,” she tells me. Her eyes light up and shine like the deepest blue of the morning ocean, pulling you in until you’re hooked, but not realising you’re drowning before it’s too late.

“How do you suggest you do that, Emma?” I ask her, trying to keep my voice as normal as possible, but it’s difficult when you have a raging fucking hard on for the girl that’s sitting right in front of you, offering you everything you want on a fucking plate.

“Well, this table seems sturdy enough to take us both.”

Fuck me drunk, this girl has a wild side and I fucking love what I’m hearing, but there is no way I’m going to fuck her bent over my brother’s kitchen table. Even if it would be worth every fucking second. Oh, the thought of being buried to the hilt inside of her pussy.

“Our first time is not going to be in my brother’s kitchen, Emma,” I scold her. Well I try to, but I can’t keep the desire from my voice.

“What about if you take me to your room then? Or you can come to mine. I really need to feel like I’m worth something, not just a plaything for a man who wants me.” Her words hit me straight in my chest. Fuck, I almost forgot about everything she has been through, but what can I do? Should I take her or should I walk away? This could be what we both need to forget and make that fresh start.

“Come with me!” is all I say as I hold out my hand for her, hoping she will take it.

Watching her rise from the table and take the step towards my outstretched hand, her fingers finally wrap in mine, I feel that shock zap straight to my balls. The little jolt almost makes it hard for me to mask the surprise that must be written across my face.

I pull her behind me as I leave the kitchen and make my way upstairs to my room. She wants to help, then she is going to fucking help. She will leave my room destroyed for all men in the future.

I open the door and show her into my room. It’s not shabby, it’s nicely decorated. After I became a permanent fixture, Faith had it all redecorated in greys and creams and got me a bigger bed. The shower room is by far the best for me, and that gives me another idea.

I close the door behind me and slam her up against the nearest solid surface. I smash my lips against hers. I kind of feel bad that I’m not being more gentle, but if she is going to fuck me, then she’d better get used to the fact that I don’t fuck easy. I will make her body crave my touch, so she won’t be able to function without my cock.

Her lips take every demanding blow. My hand grips onto her blonde locks and I wrap my other arm around her tiny body, pulling her closer so I can drink my fill of her.

She brings her arms around my neck, her legs instantly wrapping around my waist and crossing at the back. I pull my lips from hers and start nipping at her neck. She grinds her hips, and the friction has me teetering on the edge. Fuck, I need to be inside her, quickly. I drop her down to the floor and release the grip on her hair.

“Get your clothes off, Emma. This is the only time I’m going to tell you. If you want to leave, there is the door, but stay and be warned. I will destroy you, mind body and soul,” I command.

I’m rewarded with my answer as she starts stripping out of the button-up dress she is wearing. She does so tantalizingly, giving me glimpses of her exquisite body. I can’t stand to watch anymore, so I walk to the bathroom and twist the knob on the shower, bringing the jets of water to life. I’m going to fuck her up against the shower wall.

When I turn around she is standing before me, naked, and she is a fucking vision. Legs that go on for miles. She’s a perfect hourglass. I motion for her to come to me, losing all my clothes as she gets closer. I pull her into the shower, my hands finding her body easily. This is better than I imagined. The water cascades over her body and her nipples tighten with my touch. My cock is hard and ready for her, the head is swelling just at the sight before me. But just as I reach out to pull her in for a kiss, she drops to her knees.

“I want to taste. I want to feel you fuck my mouth, Alek.”

No sooner as she finishes the words, her mouth makes contact with my cock and my hips jerk involuntarily. Her mouth feels like fucking velvet wrapped around me. Her head bobs up and down, slowly at first, teasing me, then she swoops her tongue on the underside ridge and I grip the sides of her head, trying to get deeper. She catches the tip with each movement of her lips, then she gently scrapes her teeth over the head.

“Fuck, Emma, stop! I’m not cuming in your mouth the first time.” Her head tries to work me faster after I speak, but I pull her off me, lifting her up against the wall, waiting for her to wrap her legs over my hips. I kiss her frantically as I feel my cock ready at her pussy. I can feel the heat surrounding me. She is wet, and fuck if that doesn’t make me harder. Her nails rake my back as I push myself inside of her. She feels heavenly wrapped around me as I thrust upwards, the water making our bodies slide together in a perfect rhythm. I slam back into her as her back hits the shower wall hard, and I know I’m not far off. She feels too good. Her moans are driving me fucking crazy.

“Fuck … me … harder … deeper, Alek. You wont break me,” she says on a breathless whisper, but I hear her loud and clear. I pull out all the way to the tip and slam back in before she has time to recover. Her body tenses and I jerk harder. She is climbing higher with every thrust. And I’m the one who is going to fuck her over the edge. She clings to my body as the first wave of her orgasm hits. Her pussy clenches tight around me, milking me for everything I’ve got. I let go with a roar and feel every pulse coat her insides.