Russian Roulette (Russkaya Mafiya) (14 page)

I will protect you little pet
. I wish I could just hold her and tell her not to worry, that I will take care of it all, but instead I have to pretend to be ignorant.
Please talk to me, Кrasaaveetsa, just let me in.

“Hey, hey, my Krasaaveetsa, tell me what this is? Why do you look upset? What can I do?” I grab her wrists and pull her into me so I can wrap my arms around her. I didn’t mean to scare her that badly, but I need her to open up to me.

I love how her body fits to mine; it’s like we’re two wires syncing together and creating an explosive charge. Emily fits to my chest as if she belongs there. I hope she sees it also. I know she feels something when we touch, she has to. I have never been so aware of a female in my life; it’s like she consumes me.

She mumbles, looking at the floor, “It’s nothing, Tate, just a stressful morning. I can deal with it, though.”

Do not lie to me or withhold information. It’s one of my biggest pet peeves. She will learn though with time that I’m here for her, not against her. Emily runs her hands around my sides until she feels my back. Her hands freeze and she peers at me questioningly.

I know what she feels; it’s the tops of my 45 calibers. They aren’t too noticeable if you aren’t paying attention or looking for them. Emily only found them because she felt them. I always have two strapped on me. They are if I need to handle some business, and I plan to handle this trash if he comes back around. He will learn that I didn’t become a Boss by being a pussy and that I take all threats seriously.

Emily gasps, “What on earth is this, Tate? Are you packin’?” She gazes at me with wide, curious eyes and I smirk down at her. I love how short she is, she fits under my chin perfectly.

“Yeah, baby, I had this weird feeling like someone was watching us so I brought a few of my favorite things with me today. Know anything about that?” I hate to lie to her, but I’m not going to sell Avery out for doing the right thing and telling me. Now if only Emily will get that little extra nudge to open up. Maybe if she knows I’m carrying, she will feel safer.

“I don’t know, Tate, I’m just surprised you have weapons on you. You don’t really strike me as the violent type.”

I chuckle lowly. If she only knew.

“No, Emily, I’m not violent to the people I care about, I cherish them and give them my heart.” I murmur, bending close to her lips.

I shouldn’t have gone there. I know it’s too soon, but I couldn’t help it. I care about her a lot and she has to know it. Hell, everyone else can see it. I bend my head the remaining distance and kiss her as passionately as I can, sucking on her lips and playing with her tongue. I love how she lets me control our kisses, she doesn’t try to overpower my tongue or take control. I wonder if she will let me take control in everything or if she will fight me for it occasionally.

I can’t ever get enough of her flavor. Her mouth is always cool and tastes of soda. I wish I could just set her on this counter and savor all the other parts of her also. I could guarantee she tastes sweet all over. I bet I could have her writhing and wet by just using my tongue on her pert, silver dollar size nipples. I can’t wait to lick and nibble on her perfect tits.

Emily grabs my hand and starts to pull me down her tiny hallway, to her room. Her voice all raspy, ordering me to follow her, “Tate, let’s go to my room okay?” Swallowing, I nod eagerly.

I check out the hall as I follow. I think Nikoli’s apartment is even bigger than this place and he never stays there. He’s always at my house with Cameron and me.

We arrive at her room and I take in all of the little details. Emily has light blue, sheer curtains, and a blue and grey comforter on the plain bed. No bedroom set, just a plain metal bed frame and a small night stand, no soft touches throughout. I see we share the same likes in colors for our things. There’s no other furniture; it’s a small room, but I’m assuming she hangs all her clothes in her closet. It appears like she doesn’t even sleep in here.

Being in the bedroom is not helping the thoughts that were just charging through my mind; in fact, it’s feeding all my fantasies. All I can imagine is having her hold onto that black metal frame while I take her from behind, occasionally giving her cute little ass a smack. I wonder if Emily would be the type to moan softly or if she would scream out my name.

She clears her throat, “Please come here, Tate.” She sits on the edge of her mattress.

I’m getting a damn chubby already; I can’t help it, we are in her bedroom and she’s on the bed for Christ’s sake. My dick is screaming at me to fuck her, over and over until she gives in and realizes she’s all mine. As much as I would love to take her here, I won’t.

I plan to have her when we don’t have any company. I’m going to make her choke out my name repeatedly; full of pleasure, each time I make her come. I’m not small in that department and I know she would be embarrassed if there were people around for our first time, and I want her to enjoy every single minute of it.

I swagger over from the doorway, to the bed and sit next to her. I put one arm around her, turning her body into mine more and cradle Emily’s face with my other hand.

“Yes, Krasaaveetsa? I am here. What can I do?”

I peer at her cute little mouth. Her top lip is a little bigger than her bottom lip. I could kiss her lips all day and be a happy man. She has little freckles on her nose and forehead. I place my hand on her cheek; it makes her look even more feminine to see her face cradled in my large hand. Her skin is soft and fair. I love touching her face. When I pull my hands away afterward it always feels as if she makes my skin softer.

Emily mumbles out, worriedly, “I care about you, Tate, more than I probably should. I have so much chaos in my life and I don’t want to involve you, but I don’t want to let you go yet, either. I’m just not ready to.”

I hope I can make it so she never lets me go. I lean in and kiss her. I’ve always taken control of what I want and she is no different. I try to hold myself back from her all the time just so I don’t move too fast for her, but I’m tired of holding back the affectionate kisses and touches. I don’t think I can keep myself away anymore. Emily just completely draws me in and makes me want her more and more with each passing day. I find myself thinking about her constantly.

I push her backward, tenderly and thread one of my hands in her soft, shiny, blonde hair. I love how her hair feels in my fingers, like silk. I begin to kiss down her throat. It’s such an erotic place on a woman and it never gets enough credit. I nibble slightly on the base of her throat, but I hold myself back still.

I want to bite and suck and mark her as mine. That will come in time; right now I have to show her I will worship her as she deserves. Emily drives me backward, with her palms on my pecs.
Did I do something wrong
?

She flashes me a timid smile, taking her shirt off. That’s even better for me.

I draw her bottom lip in between my lips, sucking, playing and she starts to pant. I breathe her in, I can smell her essence. She’s turned on and I’m going to make sure she feels good.

That’s it, baby, open yourself up to me. Let me inside.

“Bawg, Ya khatyets poshyol Vee так plawkha Krasaaveetsa (God, I want to fuck you so bad, beauty).” I start to murmur in Russian what I want to do to her. Emily thinks it’s hot, so I plan to tell her how bad I wish to fuck her. If she only knew how badly that ache really is inside me.

I continue to kiss down her throat until I get to her cleavage. Leaving her bra on, I shove it aside with my lips, that way I can get a taste of those perfect fucking nipples.
God, her tits are so fucking gorgeous.
Emily’s not small chested but has just enough to fill my hands comfortably.

She fits like she was made specifically for me. Her body lines up exactly where I want it to against mine. I thrust my cock against her, she feels so fucking good and I want to be deep inside her so bad.

Emily lets out a little moan and that’s my cue. It makes my dick so fucking hard and my balls feel over full, so that I leak precum. I run my hand down her abdomen, making my way toward her core. I draw her left, pert nipple into my mouth and bite down lightly. She’s pulling my hair harshly, writhing under me, so she must enjoy it.

I run my fingers down through her swollen little pussy lips and feel she’s soaked, it makes me wetter myself, to feel her so turned on. She puts her petite hand inside of my pants and grabs my cock, gripping onto it tightly. My insides vibrate with need, I feel like I’m going to erupt all over her fingers.

I yank her yoga pants and purple thong down her thighs and calves, until they’re completely free, tossing them across the room.
I’ve got to taste her glistening sex.
I’m going to eat this delicious cunt so much, I make her squirm and come all over my tongue.

I trail down her tummy, placing sensual kisses as I make my way to her clit. I suck on it and gently nibble on the delectable little morsel. Emily squirms, trying to close her legs but I grab the back of her thighs and hold them wide open to me. She’s not going anywhere right now.

She lets go of my cock and grips on to one of my forearms while the other hand yanks the shit out of my hair some more. She can pull it hard, I like it. It makes me want to throw her up against a wall and fuck her roughly. I lick up and down her pussy lips, circling in on her clit.

Emily mewls out breathily, “Oh Tate, yes, like that!”

Her little sounds are turning me on like crazy. I stick one digit then another in her to the hilt.

“Ride my fingers, baby, let me feel those sweet pussy juices.”

She’s so tight; her little pussy grips onto my fingers, sucking them deep inside her. Emily rotates her hips, moving with my hands, as I pump my fingers in and out of her steadily.
She’s getting wetter, so fucking sexy.
I know she’s almost ready. I pull my fingers out and use the wetness to rub on her clit.

She’s making little gasping sounds, panting, “Tate, oh God, Tate.” I can’t help but growl as I feel her clenching. If she doesn’t come soon, I’m going to fucking explode inside my pants.

I stick my tongue in her core and move it around as I play with her clit. She’s so sweet, tastes just like honey and it drives me to want to keep eating more of her. I feel famished. I keep my tongue as deep as possible inside her. When she comes I want it all in my mouth, I’m fucking greedy and want every drop.

Emily calls out, thrusting her hips, I feel her muscles contract several times and she gives me what I want. When she’s done, I thoroughly lick around her pussy to make sure I get all of her cream..

Wiping over my face to get the remaining off, I groan in pleasure. I know I probably look like a mess, but fuck! She’s so incredible and responsive to me.
Man…the shit I’m going to do to her.

“You good, baby?” I adjust my cock, pushing it down roughly to get a little relief and grin down at her. She’s so fucking cute. Emily’s lying sprawled out on the bed, looking like she just ran a marathon.

She beams a smile towards me, “God, Tate that felt beyond amazing!” It makes me chuckle, she says this like she’s surprised. Did she not think I would please her? Ahh, just wait, little pet, you will be pleased often.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Emily, I will make you feel even better when the time is right.”

“What are you talking about, when the time is right? I just need a minute then we can continue. I get to taste your cock now, right?” She looks at me with a hopeful expression and it makes me fall a little more. A woman asking to please me? Yeah, sexy as fuck.

“No, Krasaaveetsa, we are going to discuss what is going on, what’s bothering you.” She doesn’t appear too thrilled about this, but it needs to happen and I won’t stop until she gives in.

NINE

EMILY

I relent. Tate just devoured my pussy and it pretty much drained the fight out of me.

I eventually break down and confide in him, sharing my secret about my sordid ex, Jeremy. I tell Tate the secret I live with every day, about my baby M. He looks so troubled to hear about my baby. I recognize it then in my heart, that Tate would never hurt me or my child like my ex did.

When I weep, Tate holds me close, comforting me as he murmurs promises that he will always protect me. I know I’m falling for him. It’s too fast, and it frightens me. I know it’s way too soon for this to happen after all the shit I went through in my last relationship, but I can’t help how I feel about him.

“I’m scared, Tate. Jeremy’s crazy…” I attempt not to cry again, but my anxiety level is getting too out of control.

“No, Krasaaveetsa, I will take care of him
,
” Tate grumbles, retribution blazing in his eyes, once he’s informed about some of the stuff the monster had put me through.
You have no idea, Tate.

“What-what are you going t-to do to him, Tate?” I stammer, overwhelmed with memories haunting me.

I can’t help but wonder about Tate’s plan; I don’t want him to get injured in any possible way. Jeremy can be very dangerous and there’s no telling if he has gotten worse in jail. I glance at Tate, taking stock, he’s pretty ripped, but still, I care way too much for him.

“I’m going to make sure that piece of trash never touches you, ever again. I told you pet, you are mine. Threats to myself and those I care about, I take very seriously. I do need some information on him though, so I can have my men find him.”

His men? What in the hell is he talking about? Despite my confusion, I love the fact that he thinks of me as his.

“Please just leave it, Tate. I don’t want you to get hurt. I think Jeremy would end up killing you and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something were to happen to you.” He doesn’t realize just how much of a psycho Jeremy really is.

Tate chuckles, shaking his head as if I amuse him. I gaze at him, confused, because this shit is not funny in the least. I’m being serious about his safety. I’ve lost enough people in my lifetime. “I’m sorry,” Tate backtracks when he sees me get annoyed, “Krasaaveetsa, it is not funny, and it’s just so cute you worry about me, but don’t.” I notice his Russian becomes more pronounced when he attempts to placate me or when he’s angry about something. It almost purrs out of him when he becomes tender with me, it draws me deeper, making me tumble towards him more with each Russian word.