Romance: Bad Boy Romance: Rough Play - A British Football Romance (Alpha Male Romance) (New Adult Sports Romance) (12 page)

He got up and walked to the sofa. When he stood in front of
her,
she could see his penis inside his pants. It was growing as she looked at it. She stood up and looked up into his eyes.

''Okay. Take me to bed,'' she said

Igor picked her up as if she was a feather, and carried her upstairs to a large bedroom. She gasped when he threw her onto the bed. Her skirt rode up her
legs,
and he looked at the shape of them.

''You are one fucking beautiful woman. I'm
gonna
really
enjoy screwing you.''

''I suppose you'll have me begging for more,'' Cassy said humorously.

''Yes,''
Igor said
seriously. ''You will be begging me to fuck you more often.''

When he took off his
shirt,
Cassy was impressed by his hard muscles and the six pack stomach. ''I train a lot,'' he said when he noticed her gaze. ''Come on, get you clothes off.''

''Er.....can I have a little time in the bathroom? I need to shower,'' she asked.

He reached down and picked her up again. The bathroom was en-suite. The walls
were covered
in gray granite and the floor heated. He put her down and kissed her again. This time his tongue probed into her, deep and demanding. She hooked her arms around his neck, stood on her tiptoes and kissed him more passionately than she had kissed a man before. He smelled of a mix of expensive aftershave and his natural manly scent.

''Give me a few minutes and I'll come back to the bedroom,'' she said.

''No I'm
gonna
strip you, wash you and take you, all here in the shower. Then I'm
gonna
fuck you all night in bed.''

He put his hands on the top button of her blouse and unfastened it. She put her hands on his to stop him. ''Sorry I'm a bit.....'' she said

He kissed her again. ''Don't talk, just relax' Let yourself go.''

She remained still as he unbuttoned the soft material and pushed it off her. Her bra was of the highest quality and the silk felt soft under his touch, as he ran his hands over her breasts.

When he dropped to his knees, she tried to pull him up. She knew what he wanted. She wanted it too, but it was much too soon. He ignored her, pushed her skirt up and pulled her panties down to her knees. When he put his face
to
her private part, she closed her eyes and turned her head to the side. His strong hands gripped her buttocks and pulled her onto his mouth.

Cassy cried out when his tongue darted between her legs and lightly touched her clitoris. She stroked his head and opened her legs wider as his tongue probed and played, gently at first, then more firmly.

''Oh God,'' she said. ''That's so intimate.'' He reached up and pulled her skirt and panties down. She was suddenly aware how naked and vulnerable she was. ''Take off your clothes,'' she said.

He stood up, opened his pants and slid them down over his bronzed legs. She saw his penis spring
up; it
flipped against her thigh. He took her hand and led her to the shower. The water was warm and gushed over her body, making her relax. Again he knelt and began to use his tongue on her. She leaned against the wall and pushed her hips forward. He held her thighs and lapped greedily at her. The water cascaded down over her body, over her pubic hair and on onto his face. He stroked her belly and felt the muscles, hard and tense under her soft skin. Soon she was
panting,
and her legs were trembling. She needed his support. She pulled him up to his feet, put her arms around his neck and whispered to him.

''Fuck me.''

He lifted her
up,
and she wrapped her legs around his torso. She buried her face in his shoulder. In one swift
motion,
he was inside her. She gasped and moaned and threw her head up as his hard thrusts shook her whole body. He penis was long and
thick
and the feeling of him filling her was
wonderful
. She wondered how long his strength would last, but she was
light,
and he had no trouble holding her.

Eventually, he put her down, twisted her around and entered her from behind. As he did so, he hit her G-spot. He hit it time after time as he thrust, taking her breath away, driving her forward.

''Harder,'' she pleaded.

He held her hips, bent her forward until she was almost touching her toes, and rammed her as hard as he was able. Cassy turned into a shaking heap of feminine flesh as her orgasm reached her. She almost collapsed, but he held her. As her breathing returned to normal, he began to soap her body. She leaned against him, feeling his hard body against her, exhausted by his onslaught. His touch was tender as his fingers
soaped
all of her. When he'd rinsed her, he led her from the shower and wrapped her in a warm bath towel.  All the time he was caring for her, his penis remained erect. His desire for her was
great,
and his body wasn't going to rest until he'd finished deep in her.

On the bed, he opened her legs and entered her as she was lying on her back. He was gentler now, kissing her, stroking her face.

''You are quite some man,' she said.

''And you've got the hottest body I've ever seen,' he said. He bent down and bit her nipple playfully.

''Ow. Stop messing around and fuck me like you mean it,'' she said.

''Be careful what you wish for,'' he said.

''I don't care. Give it to me.''

A few minutes later she was beginning to regret her bravado. He took her missionary and doggy, and in at least five positions she didn't know the
name of
. When he stood up on the bed and fucked her wheelbarrow, he touched all the right
places,
and she came again.

''Stop, Igor, stop. I'm exhausted,'' she pleased.

''But I'm not finished yet.''

''I have no more strength.''

He took pity on her, rolled her
on
her back and made love to her more slowly. ''This better?''

She nodded, closed her eyes and concentrated on his length as it parted her. Although gentler it was no less sensual and soon she felt another orgasm coming.

''Give me your sperm,'' she gasped when she was almost there.

At her words, he increased the pace and took them both over the edge. She smiled as he clung to her, sweaty and spent. He was a real tough guy, but now in her arms he was soft and satisfied, and she liked it.

*****

The next day, Igor took them all to see some of the London sights. When they were just past Buckingham Palace on the way to the Houses of Parliament, Igor's phone rang.

Cassy didn't understand what he was saying in Russian. But she knew he was talking to his brother.

''Shit. Fucking asshole Albania's,'' he said as he screwed the car round and drove back from where they had come.

''What's the matter?'' Cassy asked.

''That fucker Hyka. He knows who set Michael free. Dima has fled to the Rockies. We've got a cabin there. Shit. I fucking knew it.  I'm
gonna
have to kill the little shit.''

''Igor, please be careful with your language in front of Michael.'' She looked at him and saw that he looked like a different person. The previous evening when they'd had sex he was handsome, caring and a fantastic lover.  Now he looked distant, and she was afraid to admit it, murderous.

''I'm going back to the States,'' he said. ''You stay here. It's too dangerous for you to go home. Stay here with Michael. I'll ask a couple of my friends to make sure you have all you need.''

''But what if you don't come back?'' Cassy asked.

''That won't happen.

When Igor was gone, Cassy sat up until late in the night and thought about her situation.

She'd repaid her debt to Igor. She liked
him; he
was different. But he was involved in things that frightened her. She decided she would return to the US as soon as she could get a flight.

*****

''Where the hell were you,'' Judy asked when Cassy and Michael called.

''In London. A few
really
strange things happened. We had to go away for a few days.''

''What's going on Cassy?
First,
Michael is kidnapped, then he's freed without paying any ransom, and then you disappear off the face of the earth. It's all a bit weird.''

''It
is weird
, I agree,  but I can't tell you what happened. Let's just say I've had a guardian angel.''

''What are you going to do now?'' Judy asked as she handed Cassy a mug of tea.

''Run my business. Eventually, find a nice man and have a family. Just normal things.''

''Great, dad's here,'' Judy said. ''I've been asking him to come round and fix the yard fence for weeks.''

''Cassy, just the person,'' he said when he arrived in the kitchen. ''You know you were asking me about some Russian guy?''

Cassy's heart rate rose. ''Yes.''

''He's in intensive care at St Margaret's. Apparently some mafia squabble.''

Cassy hadn't expected her reaction. She began to shake and felt the blood draining from her face. ''Is it bad?'' she asked anxiously.

''
Very bad
. They don't know whether he will live or not.''

''Cassy are you okay, you look terrible?'' Judy asked.

''I'm okay. What happened?'' Cassy asked.

''He was found in a garbage container. He was lucky. The guy was about to tip it into his truck. I don't know any more than that.''

''Judy, can you do me an enormous favor. Can you look after Michael for a few hours?''

''Sure. No problem,'' she said.

''Stay here with Judy,'' Michael repeated after Cassy had told him to.

*****

Igor was wired up to so many machines Cassy could hardly get close to him.
She looked around for a nurse or a doctor. A large man in blue uniform arrived with a packet of rubber gloves.

''Can you tell me how he is?'' Cassy asked.

''Are you family?''

''Yes,'' she lied.

''He's in an induced coma. His brain is swollen. The next twenty-four hours will be critical to his survival.''

''Survival?''

''Yes, he's fighting for his life.''

Cassy held onto the chair the nurse brought for her to stop herself from fainting. Why she suddenly cared so much about what happened to him, she didn't know. Okay, they'd had sex, but that wasn't enough to make her feel the way
she
did. He'd rescued
Michael,
and she'd given him sex in return. That was it. What more was there to say? Only her body was telling her something completely different. She wanted to lie next to him, cuddle him, and tell him he would be
fine
.

He was a mess. Both his eyes were swollen, his upper lip
was swollen,
and it appeared as if his nose
was broken
. God knows what wrong with him inside, she thought. If he could rescue Michael, the least she could do was sit with him, until he gave some reaction.

Cassy called Judy and asked her to look after Michael over night. Then, she sat in the chair next to his bed and closed her eyes.
She
catnapped through the
night
and when it began to get light outside she went to freshen up.

When she came
back,
a man was standing next to Igor's bed. ''Who are you?'' she asked.

''Dima, his brother.'' When she looked more closely, she could see a resemblance. ''Are you Cassy?''

''How do you know?''

''I saw you on TV. That's the reason he wanted to help free your son.
Because he took a fancy to you.
Now, it may have cost him his life.''

''What happened to him?''

''I fled New York after Hyka came for us. But Igor is crazy sometimes. He thinks he can take on the world. He went to Hyka's residence and tried to kill him. Needless to say, it was he who
was almost killed
.''

''Jesus.''

''Cassy, you are in grave danger. You should go back to London and hide out until we've finished the job.''

''What do you mean, finish the job?''

Dima waited until a passing nurse was out of earshot. ''Nothing will stop Hyka until we have killed him. Nothing.  When he knows Igor is
alive,
he'll send someone. And he may well come after Michael again. You
really
aren't safe. Go back to London and let us finish the job.''

''But what makes you think you can? Look at you. You had to flee, and Igor's half dead.''