Chase You To The Sun (11 page)

“I’m sorry I’m late,” she apologized as she slid the patio door open and stepped through. Chester, Shou and Hikaru were sitting on the two big leather couches, eating sushi and watching an old American movie on TV.

Shou looked up with a smile. “No worries. It’s not like it got cold or anything.”

Lana bit back a laugh. “True.”

“You needed some alone time,” Hikaru added, shooting a look at the slim paperback in her hand. “Don’t get stains on that book, by the way. Bruce loves his library.”

“He – he said it was okay for me to read it,” Lana faltered, anxiously turning the book around in her hand to see if there were any orange stains on the cover. “I’ve been careful.” Her eyes darted to Chester. “Should I put it back on the shelf?”

He firmly shook his head. “No. Bruce liked you reading that book.”

“Is he back yet, by the way?”

“No,” Shou mumbled around a bit of salmon roll. “He might stay away for a few days.”

Lana didn’t try to ask Shou any more questions – she was pretty sure Hikaru would stop his little brother from talking anyway. If Bruce was really on some kind of extended trip taking him away from the mansion for a while, it would give her dad time to take care of whatever needed to be arranged. For all she knew, she could be free in a few days’ time. She would never find out what the connection between Bruce and her mother was. She’d never even find out if Bruce had ever met or known her.

That evening, she went to bed with too many unanswered questions running through her mind to fall asleep easily.

D
uring the days that followed, Svetlana fell into a rhythm that had her helping out in the kitchen during the mornings and reading new books in the afternoon. Sometimes she’d sit on the deck, sometimes she’d hide in the woods. One afternoon, she had tried testing the electric fence by throwing pebbles at the woven wire. The buzzing hum of the barrier upon contact didn’t bode well, so she hadn’t tried to scale the fence. Bruce probably hadn’t been kidding when he said the electric current was lethal.

On the third evening after her steamy encounter with Bruce, Lana blithely stepped out of the bathroom in her makeshift pajamas, only to freeze in her tracks.

He was back. Bruce was standing there in the hallway, casually leaning against the door facing the bathroom. He was obviously waiting for his turn to use the room, since he was only wearing pajama bottoms. The loose pants were hanging from his hips, almost inviting her to take them off. His upper body was just as lean and muscular as she remembered it.

“Hi.” Lana said, gulping when he fixed her with his hard, gray eyes. “You’re back.”

Bruce smiled slightly. “Well spotted. I hope my team took good care of you.”

“They did. And Chester encouraged me to read more poetry.”

His eyebrows shot up. “You’ve been reading my books?”

“Y-yes. I hope that’s okay.”

“Of course.” He casually raked a hand though his dark-blond hair, his eyes narrowing when Lana uncertainly bit her lip. “What’s up?”

“I, uhm...” Her gaze drifted down to the floor, carefully avoiding his broad chest and those low-slung pants. “I want to talk to you.”

“What about?”

“My mother.” Lana glanced up for a second. “I want you to tell me what happened to her, and why you know her.”

Bruce was completely silent for a few beats before he exhaled audibly. “Okay. I have some stuff in my study that I can show you tomorrow. You want to meet me there after breakfast?”

“S-sure.” Her head shot up at his words. “I’d appreciate that.”

“You have to promise me one thing, though,” he continued. “You don’t accuse me of lying again. That would really piss me off.”

“I wouldn’t want that,” she mumbled meekly.

“No, you wouldn’t.”

“Well.” Lana shifted uneasily from one foot to the other. “I’m going to bed. See you later, then.”

He chuckled good-humoredly. “You mean tomorrow,” he said, his tone suggestive. “Unless you want me to drop by sooner than that.”

Crap. Lana flushed so red she had the urge to hide her face in her hands. Without responding to his jab, she whipped around and padded down the hallway, suddenly painfully aware of just how short her improvised pajama shorts were. She could almost feel his gaze burning on her bare legs as she rushed to her bedroom door. Swallowing hard, she put her hand on the doorknob and glanced over her shoulder, only to see her suspicions confirmed – Bruce was totally checking her out, a slight smile around his lips as his eyes swept over her bum and slim legs. When he looked up again, his gaze collided with hers, and Lana found she couldn’t tear herself away. His eyes promised the darkest delight she would ever taste.

Bruce didn’t say anything. He just turned away from the bathroom, unhurriedly setting course toward her. Lana blinked, shaking herself from her trance before pushing her door open and slipping inside. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she shot a panicked look at the entrance to her room. Was he about to enter her domain?

And then, the door swung open. A shiver ran down Lana’s spine when Bruce crossed the threshold and carefully closed the door behind him. Oh, fuck – he was really here. The reality of the situation punched her in the gut. This shouldn’t be happening, but it was. She had to stop this before it was too late.

“What – what are you doing here?” she stuttered, trying to sound self-assured and failing miserably.

“You’ve just invited me.”

He was right – she
had.
She’d encouraged him – with her actions and her eyes. But she shouldn’t have. Lana bit her lip as desire and fear both tugged at her heart. “Look, I’m – sorry I’m sending out mixed signals...” she faltered.

Bruce shook his head. “Oh, I don’t think so. It’s pretty clear what you want from me, Lana.” He inched closer until she could do nothing else but find support against the wall and stare up at him.

“But...” She swallowed anxiously. “You’re dangerous.”

He leisurely stroked her neck, making her shiver with pleasure. “Maybe that’s part of the attraction?” he mumbled close to her face. “You can’t deny we seem to have good chemistry.”

Lana turned red with shame. “And you’re my father’s arch nemesis,” she pointed out.

“Doesn’t mean we need to be enemies too.”

This was terrible. She couldn’t give in to Bruce. After all, this was the man she’d been warned about for years. If she allowed herself to do this, her world would be turned upside down and never be right again. “I can’t,” she protested. “I can’t do this.”

His gray eyes stared down at her intensely. “I know you want to.”

“So?” she squeaked.

“So I’m not leaving,” he said calmly.

Lana’s heart skipped a beat. “Are – are you gonna force me?” she whispered, horrified.

Bruce shot her an amused little smile. “I don’t need to use force.” His large hands slipped down to her waist, under the hem of her tight top. As he leaned into her, his dark voice whispered in her ear: “Unless that kind of thing turns you on, little girl?”

Lana’s stomach turned with nerves. The heat radiating off his palms settled in the pit of her stomach, blossoming into hot desire. “No, it doesn’t,” she croaked, even though he made it sound almost tempting.

Bruce backed her up against the wall, his hands gripping her hips as he slowly and possessively ground into her. Lana gasped when she felt how hard he already was. He stood very close, his warm breath setting her skin on fire wherever it touched her – on her cheek, down to her earlobe and the sensitive skin of her neck as his mouth almost touched her everywhere, but not quite. His fingers trailed down to her butt, squeezing the soft flesh so close to her moist slit. And then his mouth hovered inches from her face without touching her, allowing Lana to breathe in his musky scent. It made her crave his lips on hers so bad. “Kiss me,” she finally whimpered, shocking herself.

Bruce slipped one hand up her neck, cradling her head in his large palm as he brushed her lips with his. “So this is what you want, yeah?” he mumbled against her mouth.

“Yes.” She choked out the word.

“Good,” he grunted before claiming her mouth with his warm, soft lips. He lazily parted her, kissing her so tortuously slowly that it made her moan feebly. His tongue circled hers, inviting her to a slow dance she’d secretly been craving for days. And then, his hands brushed her sensitive boobs, the hot skin of her tummy, her neck and hair. Being touched by him was just as good as she remembered.

Their kiss seemed to last for hours – to her surprise, Bruce turned out to be a slow kisser, taking his time to explore every inch of her body with his hands while using his tongue and lips to turn her light-headed with lust. He’d obviously ‘hung out’ with girls a lot more than the college guys she’d dated up till now.

Lana’s face grew hot when Bruce lightly caressed her abdomen before slipping his hand into her shorts, stroking her swollen pussy, his fingers getting slick with her wetness. “You’re so creamy,” he murmured gruffly. “I bet you’ll feel tight and hot around my cock.”

She shivered in his arms. “You – you’re going to...”

“Fuck you. Deep and long and slow.”

She blushed, her breath hitching in her throat when Bruce simply picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist before walking over to her bed. Lana closed her eyes when he put her on the mattress, pulling off her shorts without hurry and then sitting down next to her. “Why don’t you take that off, too,” he told her, tugging at the top she was still wearing. 

“Okay,” Lana whispered, quickly complying with his request.

He cracked a lopsided smile. “Good girl,” he breathed, his eyes roving over her naked body, the erect nipples of her breasts, and her shaven pussy. “You want to take off my pants?”

“I – uhm...” Her eyes trailed down to the waistband of his pajama bottoms.

“I know you want to,” Bruce said huskily, trapping her hands in his. “You were undressing me with your eyes in the hallway, Miss Ivanova.”

“Well, maybe I should use my hands instead,” Lana proposed in a nervous attempt to make a joke.

He nodded slowly. “That’s right, Lana. You go and use your hands. And your mouth. And your tongue. Whatever you like.” He let go of her.

Her heart sped up as she reached out and stripped off his flannel pants, cupping his taut ass while she pushed the fabric down his legs. Her eyes widened at the sight of his completely naked body.

Gingerly, she touched Bruce – his enormous erection reached just above his belly button. As Lana gripped him in her hand and slid her fingers up and down to feel his hardness, she could hear him gasp. Her heart was slamming against her ribs. Oh God – she was way too intimidated by Bruce to go down on him, despite his clear hint in that direction. When she timidly looked up at him, something in his eyes changed. Some of the fire dimmed and was replaced by a strange mixture of tenderness and curiosity.

“Lie back,” he said, slipping his hands around her shoulders to push her back on the mattress. Lana swallowed hard when he covered her body with his. She nervously wetted her lips when Bruce gazed into her eyes and captured both of her wrists in one enormous hand, pinning them above her head, and using the other to spread her legs. She could feel Bruce edging the bulbous end of his cock against her narrow, slick entrance. He ran it up and down a few times, making her tremble when the slippery head of his erection grazed her clit. Slowly, he pushed inside her then, his girth stretching her to her limits.

“Oh my God,” she panted softly as he filled her up inch by inch.

“You keep saying that to me,” Bruce commented, a smug expression on his face. “Am I that good?”

“Yes,” she replied bashfully. Her muscles clenched when he pulled out of her and pushed back inside, a little bit deeper this time.

He kissed her, his tongue snaking into her mouth as he kept grinding into her until he was all the way in. Lana moaned against his mouth when he picked up the pace. Bruce let go of her arms, which she wrapped around his broad back, her hands trailing down to his hard, round ass. Feeling his muscles tense up every time he plunged into her was heavenly. She arched her back and spread her legs a bit more to rub her clit against him, meeting each of his slow, deep thrusts. He filled her with deliberate, hot strokes, making sure he hit the tiny bud of sensitive flesh at the top of her pussy every single time. It was embarrassing to admit, but he was giving her the best sex she’d ever had. It didn’t feel frantic or rushed, and it certainly didn’t feel as if it was all about him. When Lana opened her eyes and looked up at Bruce, she was surprised he was observing her with a hint of a smile around his lips. He seemed to like the fact that she was enjoying herself so much.

“You feel really good,” he mumbled, his eyes hooded. “Do all Russian Elite girls shave down there?”

“I don’t know,” she whispered as he slid his hands under her butt and lifted up her legs. “You – you like it?”

He smiled lazily, putting her left calf on his shoulder. “Very much.” He shifted and penetrated her so deeply that she couldn’t help crying out. When his enormous hand caressed her thigh and then suddenly came down on her ass cheek with a loud smack, she shivered as a tingle of pain and pleasure ran through her entire body.

“What are you doing?” she gasped in alarm, even though it was clear what Bruce was up to.

“I’m giving you a little spanking,” he replied with a wolfish smile. “I warned you, didn’t I? I’m not a very nice guy.”

Lana kept looking up at him in a daze as he continued to fuck her, his hand landing on her butt every now and then. Every time it did, her muscles tensed up, including the ones in her vagina gripping his cock. His assault made her moan with helpless pleasure. It felt good and hugely wrong at the same time. Every fiber in her body told her she shouldn’t be enjoying this, but she was. Somehow, it wasn’t degrading, but fulfilling.

When Bruce hooked his elbows under her knees and doubled her legs back to be able to cup her breasts and tug at her nipples, she was almost sorry his sensuous torture was over for the moment. His huge cock kept drilling into her, hard and coated in the juices of her arousal. Lana sighed in frustration when he slowed down. She’d been close to coming, but he was keeping her on the edge.