Sienna Galeon

You know when you have a feeling of fluttering sensation in your belly. They describe them as 'butterflies' or maybe because you ate something that tickled your belly. Or possibly pregnant but I'm none of those because ergo virgin still. But at this moment I feel a burning sensation instead of the fluttering, like a candle was lit into aflame, burning and burning and burning.

I am burning for him.

Bent over the bed I await for him--for whatever he is going to do.

"I used to have trouble sleeping at night," he says from behind me. I hear him park his wheelchair behind me, "now I don't..." he trails off. As if what he is saying is relevant right now. What is he talking about?

I startle with a gasp in surprise feeling a small touch behind my knee over the jeans I'm wearing, "you have no idea how I thought so many times about how young you are.  That you are just acting your age. So energetic, not jaded from this type of world--but perfectly perserved like a lotus flower. An Angel with such dramatics. A fucking cry baby and too trusting to be a Pakhans wife."

I feel a heavy weight in my chest hearing his words.

Yes, I am young and he is ten years older but that didn't matter to me.

I wiggle a little trying to get comfortable in my position, I'm sure my ass is jiggling in front of him which makes me feel self conscious.

His fingers graze the side of my hip softly and slowly, a deep rumble from his chest reverberates between this close proximity we have. He groans, "shit, stop moving like that."

Face heating up into a blush I wanted to turn over my shoulder and look over at him from behind me but I couldn't. I can't look into his face as he speaks again, "maybe I should rid you for making my life already chaotic...you fuck me up with your eyes, lips...God, your ass. But that mouth of yours drives me insane. You have no idea how much you have over me?" He whispers the last bit hoarsely. 

I'm shaking at this point, my pussy tingling as wetness drips down between my legs beneath the jeans, "you fuck me up too, papi." I reply back, half heartedly in a joke to hide my feelings of what I actually am feeling right now. So hiding it behind humor is my best choice.

And I can't feel those feelings. No. If I do, there is no way of going back--or taking it back if I let it out with words. He would think I'm even more crazy as he probably does already.

Nico hums in what sounds like contentment  while he grips each side of my hips with his hands firmly to keep me still, "unbutton your jeans." He orders me with his deep sexy accent.

Biting my bottom lip I lift one of my hands from the foot board and reach beneath me to undo myself and unzip. I put my hand back in place while my breathing escalates into a higher rhythm. 

"Good girl." He praises.

I bite my tongue because I find myself wanting more and I'm scared if a say anything I may very much be cock blocking myself.

Nico grabs the top hem of my jeans and starts to pull them down until they fall to my ankles. Cool air whips against my bare ass cheeks and legs, the only thing covering my pussy is a triangle of my black thong.

My breath hitches when he places one large palm on my ass and squeezes it hard while the other teases the string that's wedged between my cheeks. "Such a sight to see. мой ангел."

Don't say anything. Don't say anything.

Cazzo. "And all for you, il mio re." I cave in.

Nico groans audibly while squeezing the shit out of my left ass cheek and snapping my string, "mmm, say that again." He husks out.

Smiling, "all for you, il mio re."

"What does that mean?" He asks, but the way he asked seems thst he already knows what it means but wanted to hear me say it.

"My king."

It happened so quick I didn't have time to react as I feel a sharp pain on the side of my ass cheek when his bites into me while slapping my other cheek with his open palm. He moans into my skin when he releases me from his teeth. I finally look behind over my shoulder to look at him and what I see is pure darkness and sin.

Nico's eyes are on my ass where he had bitten me. He licks his top lip looking insatiable when he finally looks up and meets my eyes, "take off your shirt and sit on my lap."

I wonder if he thinks I'm desperate? Because as soon as he said those words I strip taking off my pants around my ankles, along with my boots and socks then basically ripped my blouse open as tiny black buttons  fly off and land onto the floor like scattered beads. My matching black bra and thong stays on because my self esteem had finally caught up to what I'm doing.

I'm standing here facing Nicolai while I'm half naked.

Blue eyes dance around my body before meeting my eyes he smirks, "eager aren't we?"

Opening my mouth to chew him out he interrupts by adding, "sit, baby." patting his knee and tilts his head to the side a little.

God why must he be cute and dangerous looking at the same time?

I sit on his lap placing my ass against his crotch and lean my back against his clothed chest. Memories from the first time we encountered in the library entered my mind, remembering every second and every word that was between us that night.

Him threatening me and me fawning over him.

He wraps his hand over the front of my neck while the other hand grabs the middle of my bra and yanks it down--freeing my heavy breasts. "Nico," I moan his name feverishly. My nipples harden into pebbles while my vision becomes a little blurry from him tightening his grip of my neck.

Hot breaths touch my ear, "papi is hungry."

Oh. My. God. Fuck.

I'm a panting mess at this point, thirsty for him, needing more of his touch, "take it. Have me." I plea with a whimper.

Nico releases his hold of my neck and uses his arms to move me a little to the side. Where he can get access to the goods, he grabs my bra and practically rips it off me--it hurt but wanting him more was my focus. I gasp when his head leans down while his dark raven hair tickles my chest and neck.

I giggle in surprise shock of what's happening. Thinking at this point in my heart and soul...

I'm in love.

Fuck Emophilia. And screw my therapist.

I'm living for the dark side after today.

My Nicolai, the dangerous mafia leader of this generation is practically motor boating me and I'm giggling like a little school girl and him acting like a teenage boy.

He lick and smooches my tits before nuzzling his face between the deep crevices of them. His hands holds them in place as he ravished them. I couldn't stop my giggling fit and whimper as he goes feral with them.

If you'd told me that I was going to get abducted by a Russian Mafia Boss, and then propose to him, waking up with him, and now sitting half naked with him still dressed while sitting on his lap--getting my tits mauled....

I wouldn't believe you because that would've been a nightmare.

And I'm living in it with him.

My dreams may be gone but my nightmares come to stay, and that's him.

I lean my head back exposing my neck when he slide his hot wet tongue from my nipple up to the dip of my collar bone all the way up under my chin, he whispers hotly, "tonight will be alot of men in this dinner. I want you to ignore them and stay by my side, am I understood?"

I nod.

"Coherent, darling."

"Yes, papi chulo." I grin.

A large hand slides down my side and grips my waist grabbing my attention, "bedroom names will stay behind closed doors. I won't put it past you to say such things while we are eating lamb chops and asked how the weather is."

I smirk and look into his brilliant blue eyes, "will some one really ask that?" Because that would be such a topic starter to start off with when gaining men to possibly die in the name of Russia.

"I promise you it will be brought up if one feels the need too. I'm forewarning you that I won't be just a man in a wheelchair but the Pahkan of Russia. And...you may not like this idea but I cannot have them know you are to be my wife--not yet, not until we are official. I have enemies and word gets out fast."

I think over his words, "so...who am I tonight to you?" I ask, anxious.

Nico kisses the side of my neck before inhaling my scent, "my harlot"

His harlot.

Meaning his whore.

I don't know how to feel about that. But it's just for tonight and plus he is trying to protect me, so...why not? Who would want to waste their time to target a floozy, right?

He looks to me with uncertainty, "if you can't play apart of it. You could stay here in the bedroom so you don't have--"

"I just don't want people to think of me as such. I'm a virgin, so 'acting' as a whore isn't going to be easy." I explain my thoughts on the matter.

"I won't let anyone speak ill to you, darling. I'd cut tongues and gift them to you." He intoned.

Very sweet, "okay. I'll do it. Under one condition."

Nico seems to not like bargains but nods slowly and waits for my condition.

"I get that dress at that store for our wedding day. I can go get it myself"

"No." He flat out says.

"What? Why not?" I pout my lip.

Nicolai leans down to kiss my tits and nibbles on them, "because I called the store and bought it the morning I woke up and went downstairs to have awful burnt bacon and cold coffee."

My surprise shock and happiness has me squealing and wiggling in his lap. I can feel his hardness but didn't pay mind when I grab the sides of his face and smash my lips onto his.

I think it surprises him because he is now stiff as a statue while I kiss his lips, moving over his closed ones.

I realized that this is our first kiss and I think I startled him in a state of shock.

Until he opens his mouth and kisses me back. Tongues colliding and teeth clashing into a small flame that ignites into an Inferno. My hands slide up and run through his silky-smooth soft dark strands of hair; tugging his face closer to me if possible. Nico holds me in an embrace as we ravish each other, desperate for more. Wanting to tear each other apart and I didn't think this would have us here pushing and pulling against each other, fighting for dominance.

He bites down on my lower lip and groans, "you shouldn't have done that."

Maybe I shouldn't have, especially now I know how Nicolai lips feel, I'm going to want more later.

But Nico is still the grump who likes to ruin a moment because he stops kissing me and pushes me off his lap, "Get ready. Dinner is in a couple of hours." With that he rolls away, grabbing his coat and opening the door to leave.

"Dimitri and Don will be your escort for tonight and will sit by you at the table. But when dinner is over we go in my den to have cigars and tequila, you will be at my side, Sienna." He informs me before closing the door.

I wonder why he needs me for all this honestly.  What will I do other than sit and be a quiet and to listen to boring politics.

Maybe he needs me for support...

Sure Sienna that's exactly it. Note sarcasm. 

This slow burn he is giving me is killing me.

And I honestly don't know if I can play as his harlot. I'll try for him, if he needs me there than I will be whatever he wants me to be.

But he better soon believe this burning for him will eventually die out. Let's hope not because I've already have fallen for him and confessed to myself that im in love with him

Sadly,  deep down inside I know I'm going to be heart broken but push that thought away and get ready for dinner.

He wanted a harlot...

Then I'll give him one.

Thanks to smutty books I've read on my phone when I had my phone. Now I wish I had my phone back... I will use my knowledge of what I remember from them.