The Captive Series (34 page)

What is wrong with me?
Lana thought. There was a knock at the door, so she opened it back up.

It was one of Sergei’s assistants. “Here is your luggage Miss Grey,” he said as he placed the luggage on the bed.

“Thank you, Stephen.” Lana tried to be polite, but she wasn’t up for company at the moment.

“Your welcome, Miss Grey. Sergei said you wished to have dinner in the dining area. May I suggest you have it out on the veranda table instead? It’s a beautiful night.”

“That sounds wonderful,” Lana responded, but she really didn’t care either way.

Once she unpacked her luggage, Lana left the room to explore the villa. It was quite large and empty. She noticed a picture on a table against the living room wall of Nikolai and Bianca. Lana picked it up and looked at the photo for several minutes. The happiness was intense between the two. She could imagine this being her and Sergei. Then she noticed the photo had been torn and suddenly, Claudio’s face appeared. She dropped the photo and it smashed to the ground.

The housekeeper ran into the room from the noise. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to drop it.”

Lana’s room itself led out to the back patio, which faced a small thicket. She stepped out briefly and took in the night air. The cool breeze hit her face as she leaned against the railing. Her thoughts all centered on her captor and what was going to happen when she was released. Would she turn him in? Would he hurt her if she did? Would it hurt her if she did? Lana already knew the answer to all those questions, but didn’t like the way she felt for him. She knew it was crazy, but she was really falling for him.

She smiled out at the night, unwittingly giving Sergei the wrong impression. Lana walked back into her room and out to the veranda for her dinner and a night alone. The staff did everything they could to make her feel comfortable. It was déjà vu for them, but unlike Nikolai, Sergei had too much pride.

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After his business meeting with the charity they had selected to work with, Sergei sat in his truck thinking about Lana. He wanted her beyond belief, but she didn’t want anything from his except her freedom. Sergei had to resign himself to the reality that it wasn’t going to work, and he wasn’t going to have the luck and happiness Nikolai had gotten. Sergei was done with her. Once he finished his business he was going to move on.
Time to start forgetting her.

“Bonjour, Sergei. How are you, my Russian lover?” the waitress said to him as he entered the bar of the hotel that Nikolai and Bianca married in.

“I’m as well as I can be, Belle,” Sergei said with fake smile, hugging her tightly to him.

“What can I do for you?” Belle purred, pressing her breasts against his chest intentionally.

“Depends on…what you have for me?” Sergei said suggestively.

Lana woke up after only a few hours of sleep, feeling upset. She couldn’t wait until she was free from Sergei. He was living in her dreams, and it was too much for her.

Sergei didn’t return until the next day. He walked into the villa nonchalantly, covered in a woman’s perfume and stale liquor. Lana had just come out of the kitchen with her coffee, ready to go read outside, when he walked right into her. His scent hit her like a sucker punch in the gut. Sergei wasn’t playing about the pleasure. He’d come back from being with a woman. Lana took a breath and ignored the burning sensation on her skin.

“Shit! I’m sorry,” Sergei said in a panic as the steaming hot coffee coated her shirt and chest.

“Just leave me alone,” Lana hissed as she tried to get away from his touch and run to her room.

Sergei stopped her and roared, “No. You could have serious burns.”

In a mad dash, Sergei scooped Lana up and carried her to the bathroom in his room. He tore off her top and ran the cold water over her, splashing himself as he stood just outside the shower.

“Don’t touch me! I can do it myself.”

Sergei ignored Lana and tried to ignore her amazing breasts that were now visible through her wet, white bra. He didn’t care one bit that he was getting soaked. As long Lana she wasn’t hurt. He just couldn’t stop making things worse between them. “Is it better?” Sergei’s concern was intense. He was truly afraid he had burned her badly.

“Yes, I’m fine. Please leave me alone,” Lana hissed, clearly very angry at him.

Sergei ignored Lana’s demand. His need to make sure she was okay was more important than her just being uncomfortable. “I’m just trying to make it better,” he said in frustration.

“What? You didn’t get enough naked women for a day?” Lana asked furiously.

He lifted her face with one finger under her slender chin and asked, “What are you talking about? You still have your clothes on.”

Lana shoved him away from her and shouted, “Get out of here! You smell like your French whore.”

“Is that what bothers you?” Sergei started to take off his clothes. Lana just stared at him, too flabbergasted to respond. He was taking off his pants when she finally regained her senses.

“What are you doing?!” Lana, asked in outrage.

“Taking off the clothes, since they smell to you,” Sergei answered, like it was no big deal.

“Stop! I don’t think it’s just the clothes that smell. Unless you always fuck with your clothes on.”

“Why are you being jealous?” Sergei asked happily.

“I’m not. I don’t want your dirty, post-sex body near me.” Lana made a disgusted sound from the back of her throat. She was revolted by his behavior and it was too much for him. He knew what she was thinking about him, but now he didn’t like that she was disgusted with him. That was not the reaction he hoping for. He walked out of the bathroom and grabbed a pair of boxers and a shirt, then returned to the bathroom and handed them to her.

“What’s this for?” Lana asked as she finished wrapping a towel around her. She must have snatched a towel the moment he walked out the door.

“Put it on, then you can go back to your room to change,” Sergei demanded.

“I could just wear the towel.” Lana refused to change and tried to hand him the clothes back.

“No the fuck you can’t,” Sergei roared, his patience gone and his jealousy on high.

“Why not?” Lana snapped back.

Rubbing his head with his hands, Sergei said, “Because it’s not appropriate for you to walk around half naked.”

“You’re an idiot. Fine.” Lana slipped his shirt over her head and the boxers over her wet panties, then threw the towel on the ground and stormed out of the room half wet. Sergei let her go because he needed a shower—a cold one. 

Sergei took off the rest of his clothes and jumped in the shower, scrubbing as fast as he could so his balls wouldn’t shrivel up and die. Once he got out of there, he dried up and dressed in a hurry before he called Nikolai. Talking to his best friend helped every time Lana drove him insane.

“Nikolai, what’s up?” Sergei said, too energetically.

“Nothing much, just enjoying life, my friend. Can I say the same for you?” Nikolai asked, probably because Sergei sounded excitable.

Taking a breath, Sergei answered, “Well, I still have some business matters to attend to, but I’ll be coming home soon.”

“What about your guest?” Nikolai said suggestively.

“After we come back home, she can do whatever the fuck she pleases,” Sergei snarled.

“What’s up? I thought you two were getting along well.” His concern for Sergei was strong.

“She ran on me the day before as I was getting ready for work,” he admitted.

Fearfully, Nikolai asked, “Did you find her?”

“I never lost her. The room was bugged.” Sergei was furious just thinking about it.

Nikolai chuckled. “Oh, so you’re mad that she ran.”

“She played me for a fucking fool. I thought we had something special. Hell…I thought she wanted me before I’d even took her in the first place. But she ran…”

“My friend, calm down. We can’t all have women that love us from the start and are willing to overlook our need to own them.”

“Tell me about it. You got Bianca to love you, and she was yours from the start,” Sergei said. His jealousy wasn’t hidden a bit in his words.

Trying to rationalize with his friend, Nikolai said, “Yes, but she loved me before we even met. I was very fortunate. Just give it some time.”

“She is disgusted with me. I came back from visit with Belle,” Sergei admitted begrudgingly.

“No, you didn’t!” Nikolai was shocked.

“No. I didn’t do anything with Belle. I never have. She just likes to flirt with me and hug me a lot to get extra tips of course. Her perfume, like always, was strong and on my clothes. Lana thinks I slept with her. You should have seen the look of disgust on her face. It was like I was the lowest human being. Hell, she was married to Santini, no one gets lower than him, but she looks at me like I’m the devil.”

Again Nikolai gave a low laugh before he said, “Oh, my dear friend, you have much to learn. I was once in your shoes. Do you remember what you said to me? You told me she must care for me or she wouldn’t be jealous. Perhaps she didn’t care for him.”

“Very true, but she refuses to give up looking for her husband. God! The fact that he touched her beautiful body eats at me.”

“I understand your feelings there too. Just kiss her and let her know where you stand, and that you didn’t sleep with anyone last night. You didn’t, did you?”

“No. Of course I didn’t screw anyone last night. She’s all I want. Crazy as fuck, but all I want is Lana.” Sergei huffed and took a seat on the bed. “Give Bianca and Amber my love.”

“I will. Just show her she belongs with you.”

Sergei was feeling dejected and broken as he hung up with his best friend. He threw himself back on the bed and thought about Nikolai’s advice. After a few moments he jumped off the bed and walked to the door. He paused briefly before he grabbed the door handle to go tell her how he felt. Once he opened it he got the shock of his life. There was Lana, dressed in a summer dress, and holding his clothes in her hand. 

“I brought your clothes back,” Lana murmured and held them out to him.

Sergei took them from her, caressing her hand in the process. His eyes never left hers as he took the clothes up to his nose and gently sniffed them. Her breath caught at his actions.

“I didn’t sleep with anyone last night,” Sergei said. His eyes silently begged for her to believe him.

“I heard,” Lana admitted.

“What else did you hear?” Sergei’s embarrassment about revealing his feelings was written all over his face.

“That you want me,” Lana said as she moved closer to him. “Why didn’t you come back last night?”

Ashamed of his behavior, Sergei ducked his head and muttered, “I was too drunk to drive, and you seemed happy that I left.”

Suspicious of his embarrassment, Lana asked, “So you’re still spying on me?”

“No…just saw you by chance, smiling last night as I was getting my meeting information together before I drove away.”

“I had the strangest feeling you were nearby when I was outside my room,” Lana responded.

Hoping that she wanted him, Sergei asked, “So?”

“So,” Lana reiterated.

“You know I want you.” She just nodded her head at him. “Then.” Sergei was stopped in his tracks when Lana reached his mouth and gave him a soft tentative kiss on his lips. Sergei’s mind went blank for a moment as he absorbed the fact that her lips were willfully on his. The moment was so fast, but he lived it in slow motion.

Once Lana pulled back from his unresponsive kiss, she saw the hungry, yet vulnerable, look in his eyes. With a growl the man was back, pulling her body to him as he greedily gripped her waist and snatched her lips for his own. Sergei felt the curves of Lana’s body press against his much larger frame and growled. Pulling her face away, he looked into her eyes.

“I need you,” Sergei grunted before he lifted her up into his arms and carried her over to his bed. Lana’s face flushed with embarrassment and excitement as her head gently hit the pillow.

~~~~~~

“This is crazy,” Lana said as she shook her head.

“I’ve been living crazy since I met you,” Sergei admitted before he kissed her. Slipping her hands into his hair, she tugged it to see his face. His eyes were dark and wild as he huffed in an attempt to slow his rapid breathing.

Looking down at her, Sergei asked, “Do you want to stop?”

Knowing that wasn’t what she wanted, Lana responded honestly. “No, I just wanted to look at you.”

“Are you having doubts?”

“No, but I wanted to tell you that…” Lana paused as she thought about what to say to the man that played with her heart and messed with her mind.

“What?” he asked.

Blushing, Lana admitted her riotous feelings. “The way you make me feel is the reason I ran. I want you more than I should ever want, and I know it’s wrong, but I can’t fight it anymore.”

“Don’t fight it.” He took her mouth again, tasting her lips and parting them to slip his tongue inside. He coaxed hers to play with his. Sergei toyed with Lana’s tongue and used his big, strong hands to strum her body like the finest stringed instrument. He wanted her singing for him. Lana’s body welcomed his touch as he slowly ran his hands up and down her contours.

He lifted up to take off the shirt, baring his chest to her. Lana immediately took note of the sinew and muscle that made up his strong body. Sergei may have been a businessman at heart, but he took pride in the way he looked. That didn’t just include the suits he wore, but also his build.

Lana reached up to run her hands over his furry chest, reveling in the feel of the dark curls that covered his entire chest and trailed down to tight abs. They both shared a moan as her hands moved across his stomach. With shaking hands, Sergei unzipped her dress from the side. The light fabric caressed her bare breasts, causing Lana to moan and Sergei to groan when he realized she hadn’t worn a bra.

“It was like you were trying to tempt me to love you today.”

“I admit nothing.”

“So perfect,” Sergei whispered as he admired her pert nipples. Removing the rest of the dress from her body, he took his time just staring at her. He looked at her breasts and thought about the coffee. He didn’t see any damage to them, but he still felt terrible about hurting her.

“Do they hurt?” Sergei said as he ran a finger down her chest and onto her round breast until he reached her nipple.

“A little.”

“I’m so sorry. I never meant for you to get burned.”

Lana smiled up at him before she seductively added “They don’t hurt because of the coffee. They feel heavy and tender.”

Her purring voice told him to get on with it.
Come on man! The woman is begging for it. Don’t let her go without filling her up and claiming her as your own.
He watched as she rubbed her heated thighs together; her need had built and it was his job to ease that for her. No one else could or ever would again. He needed to let her know that before he took his woman.

“No one will ever satisfy you again. You’re mine. All the pleasure you receive will be from me.” Lana only nodded as he rose and stripped off his pants. Sergei’s engorged cock looked angry as he climbed on the bed. In a fit of pure dominance he parted her legs forcefully, spreading her wide. His hands danced along her smooth, slender legs, sending shivers up Lana’s spine. He paused to admire the beautiful curves of her body. From her tiny feet, up her legs, which were perfectly shaped, to her wide hips, his eyes absorbed her sexy figure. Sergei stared at the panties, which barely covered her heat, with a smile, a lecherous smile. His fingers started to creep up her body.

Each small but rough touch called Lana’s body, screaming for her to come. Lana couldn’t even imagine what having him inside her would do if she was ready to detonate from the slightest touch. She eyed the thick cock that was pointing proudly forward, slightly afraid of its large size but also very intrigued by it. Lana knew Sergei was going to be in for a surprise, but she wasn’t going to let him stop. There was no way she could. Her body was so primed to be teased and pleased. Her hand reached out to touch his cock, but he swatted it away.