Page 103 of Ruthless Rustanovs
She broke off and looked back up at him. “That sounds like a dream come true. Seriously? You could just…make that happen? Because usually dudes who show up for fights in Greek basements don’t know how to get little nobodies like me into colleges with opera programs.”
“No, usually they do not,” he agreed. “But I can do this for you.”
“Okay,” she said with a slight grimace. “I think now’s the time for me to ask about that big ol’ tiger tattoo I saw on your back the night before last. Is that some kind of mafia tag?”
“No, even if my family was still that kind of family, I wouldn’t have been allowed to get that kind of tattoo, because I am only half.”
“So your family is mafia, but you’re not?”
“No, my family—the Rustanovs—they used to be a crime family, but my brother has decided we should be another kind of family. He wants me to stop using my fists. Get a degree like him in business—learn how to fight in boardroom. But this is not easy for me. Like you said, there is darkness in me. Fight or fuck. Sometimes the fight calls to me. Like siren—maybe you understand.”
Another of her smiles. “Yeah, I get that.”
“And do you understand I can answer siren call here in Greece in dirty basement where my brother cannot see, but not in Germany where everybody can see? So if I go to Germany and do not have fight, I must have fuck.”
She winced a little, but eventually said, “Yeah, I guess I get that, too.”
“Good, then become my pet.”
And again she made him wait, her bruised but still lovely face furrowed in thought.
The need to ride her had become nearly overwhelming. Demanding that he cover her and make her say yes to his proposition while fucking her into the bed.
The Russian Beast was just a nickname. Given to him by a small time criminal in China to promote one of his fights. But in that moment, he could feel a beast inside him panting with the want of her.
“What about my passport?” she eventually asked. “I can’t go to Germany without a passport, and mine was stolen.”
He had an easy answer for that. “This is no problem. My family still has ties to our old world, no matter so many of us have covered our tattoos with suits. We can get you new passport, easy. With whatever name you want.”
“Seriously? You could make me Sirena Gale for real?”
The prospect of changing her name seemed to delight her more than anything else he’d offered her thus far, he noted. And for a moment, he wondered about the life she was obviously running away from.
“The men in my family do not joke, Siren. Especially when it comes to our pets. But I am done with questions and answers. Da or nyet. Give me your answer now.”
However, she only continued to peer up at him with a bemused smile. “You know what?” she asked instead of answering.
“What?” he asked, not bothering to hide his irritation that she still hadn’t given him an answer.
“I don’t even know your name.”
“It is Rustanov.”
“Your first name.”
“Bair.” His jaw clenched over the name. His real first name, not Boris, his Russian one.
He had no idea why he gave her that one.
No one called him by this name anymore now that his Buryat grandmother was dead.
But when the siren girl asked him for his first name, he’d found himself giving the real one to her without conscious thought.
“Bair…” She repeated the name with a smile on her lush lips. “I like that. You know what else, Bair? I never thanked you for saving me from Cyrus and them.”
He grunted at just the memory of it. Coming into that basement after standing outside the venue all night, trying to convince himself not to go in.
Because he knew he wasn’t there for the fight this time, but for the fuck.
To have her again. Finally giving up and ripping open the door to the underground venue, only to find…
He shook his head. If he’d been even a moment later…it made the Darkness roil within him. Made him want to grab his gun, go back to that basement, and shoot Cyrus and his thugs all over again.
But they’d already been cleaned up. His brother had made sure of that. Their bodies disposed of by “old friends of the family,” who were more than happy to handle one small time pimp and fight promoter as a favor to the Rustanovs.
There was nothing left to kill. No one left to fight.
Only this girl thanking him for something he would have done again and again if it meant protecting what was his. Even if she wasn’t quite his yet.
“I don’t want your thank you, I want—”
“I know what you want, Beast,” she answered, in that sultry siren way of hers. “But my mama raised me to say thank you. Hey, would you look at that…”
Something else had caught her attention, and her champagne eyes swung away from him as she moved around him. He watched her walk over to the bedroom’s glass balcony doors where snowflakes were now fluttering down on the other side, covering the city and the Acropolis in a thin white blanket.
“It’s snowing!” she whispered, her voice filled with awe. She grinned over her shoulder at him. “Just in time for Christmas.”
Yes, it was Christmas, wasn’t it? In all the turmoil that had led up to this negotiation, he’d forgotten about the holiday all together.
The truth was, he didn’t care for Christmas much. His grandmother had been a strict Buddhist, and during his time away at school, holidays hadn’t been something so much celebrated as waited out.
Other boys went home to their families, while he remained behind. So nyet, he couldn’t relate to the wonder in this girl’s eyes.
In fact, his voice grew even harder as he said, “I would have your answer.”
“So you’re not a big fan of snow, huh?” She came back over to stand in front of him, her eyes crinkled with amusement.
“I am from Siberia,” he answered. “Snow…it is not so much big deal as you Americans say.”
She let out a throaty laugh, seemingly endlessly amused by him though he’d yet to make any actual joke.
“Okay,” she said. “Well, it’s Christmas. And it’s snowing, and I like you...”
Once again she reached up. But this time instead of cupping the back of his neck, she took his face in her hands and brought it down, pressing his mouth to the mottled greenish-brown bruise on her beautiful face.
Her eyes fluttered closed and she held him there for a few moments, as if receiving a blessing. Then she brought his face square with hers, and once again pressed her mouth to his. She kissed like she sang her summertime aria. Slow and sure, drawing him deeper and deeper into the song.
He didn’t realize both his arms had snaked around her, pulling her in close. Not until she leaned back to look up at him from inside his embrace. “Yeah, I really like you, Beast,” she said on a whisper.
An impish look came over her expression then.
“But look here, I don’t have a Christmas gift for you.
How rude.” Her shoulders lifted up and down in faux exasperation with herself.
And then that teasing smile of hers, the one he was actually beginning to like, spread across her face, “I guess I better let you keep me.”
It was just a handful of words, and delivered saucily at that. But something changed in the air between them when she spoke them. As if a binding contract had been signed with signatures.
“Take off that shirt, Sirena. Let me see you.”
The command made her feel a little breathless, but she did as he asked. And this time wasn’t like last time. He didn’t turn his back. No, this time he watched her remove the shirt, never taking his eyes off her, not even once.
He watched her and then she watched him remove his clothes. He only looked away when he stopped to pulled a condom out of his back pocket.
Once naked, he stood there for a few seconds, as if he were letting her get used to the sight of him: his huge body, mountainous with muscle, and the thick flesh between his legs…: wide and thick and very, very hard.
“Lie back on the bed,” he said after letting her look her fill.
She once again did as commanded, and was rewarded for her acquiescence when thick fingers found her wet core and began making what had been merely damp, completely wet.
“No, don’t close your eyes, Sirena,” he said when her lids began to flutter closed. “Watch. Watch what I’m doing to you.”
So she kept her eyes open and helplessly watched his fingers pump into her wet core.
Slow, then faster, then slow again. Coaxing the orgasm out of her.
She came with one long moan, her hips involuntarily arching into his hand as her hands clawed the bed.
It felt like her body was melting around his fingers, because of what he’d done to her. What he wasn’t done doing to her yet.
He climbed on top of her, but kept his huge body braced over hers, only letting her feel the full weight of him against her core.
“Mmm, Beast,” she said. Numb no more and loving how he felt between her legs.
She rubbed her pussy against his thick erection, the sensation sending sharp thrills through her core.
Not quite dry humping, more like wet humping.
She could feel herself getting slicker and slicker the more she ground her sensitive clit against his hardened manhood.
He let her enjoy herself like this for a few moments, but then he reared up and lifted her right leg, placing it over his shoulder. She moaned, feeling every inch of him as he slowly drove himself into her.
“Keep watching,” he commanded when her eyes threatened to close again.
So she did. They watched together. Watched his thick, hard cock start to claim her swollen pussy with long, deep strokes.
She sucked in a shuddering breath. So good. So good. He made her ache, made her feel like the least numb thing in the entire world.
“Sirena, look at me.”
She did, her eyes lifting to find his gaze sharp on her face. “You understand what is happening, da? You are mine now. You belong to me.”
She nodded. Silently. Helplessly. Yes, she was truly Sirena now, and this man was claiming her as no other ever had.
Her hand wrapped around his neck and she pulled him down for a kiss, entwining his tongue in hers as his hips rolled within her. Yes, his, his, his...
Her kiss seemed to enflame him. The cool commander disappeared and he groaned her new name into her mouth, long and pained.
His strokes went harder then. Faster and wilder. A beast undone.
But she wasn’t scared. She held onto him, her only port in this storm. And when they came, they did so together, shouting to the universe that had made them and miraculously brought them together on this Christmas day.
No, she didn’t regret this decision, she thought as she came down from the heavens. She’d given herself to him as a Christmas gift, but afterwards, as she fell asleep wrapped in his huge arms, she couldn’t help but feel it was she who’d gotten the best gift of all.
One Russian Beast to amuse her, to protect her, to make her feel things she’d never felt before.
Years later Bair would still remember the feeling he had falling asleep with Sirena in his arms on Christmas morning.
The sudden notion that he finally understood what Christmas was all about, all because Sirena, the ring girl-nurse-waitress-maid had agreed to be his pet.
It was as if a light had been turned on inside his dark heart, and in those moments, her agreeing to belong to him had felt like the best gift he’d ever received.
Yes, years later he’d still remember exactly how taking possession of her on Christmas morning had felt….
And then he’d curse himself for falling for her siren song.