Fixing Broken Hearts Page 8
Cassandra glanced up at him. Why in the hell was she so turned on by that last statement? After choosing her gowns, Cassandra picked out several dresses for their little princess. She carefully modeled them in much the same way Cassandra had. However, her choices were boxed and taken home.
“What do you think your mother and father will think of you taking an American lover?”
Viktor looked annoyed as he replied. “You are not my lover. You are my woman.”
His face softened a little. “My own mother is American, so I do not think they will object to your nationality. In fact, I think they will actually love you very much. You are educated, accomplished, and you care for my daughter like she was your own. I would like for us to get to know each other a couple of months before I introduce you. My father is a bit much to handle. I don’t want him scaring you off.”
Cassandra smiled and wondered if he realized how very attractive he was when he was feeling insecure.
They did end up passing an upscale jewelry store that was too much of an opportunity to pass up. They browsed the merchandise and Viktor picked out a white gold locket for his daughter. Viktorija helped him pick out one for Cassandra. He had them gift boxed, but not wrapped, and turned to find her at the watch counter. She bought herself an elegant time piece. He noticed they put another box in her bag as well. He thought to himself that sometimes women bought extra bands for their watches. He bought Cassandra a pair of diamond earrings on the way out as well.
Viktor suggested that they go out to dinner. They ended up at a posh restaurant attached to the shopping center. Cassandra was a bit embarrassed to be so underdressed. She sent a pleading look his way. He suggested a more casual restaurant. Cassandra knew it was a place he would never choose if left to his own devices.
The food was surprisingly good. There were many families with small children.
As they ate he asked, “Where did you get money to shop with? Do you mind me asking?”
“I always kept a credit card in my medical bag, in case I’m out and needed supplies. Is there an address where I could get my family to Fed-Ex my ID and stuff? I’m eventually going to want to go somewhere or do something, and I will need documentation. I feel uncomfortable being here without my passport.”
He nodded. “You can use our home address, just tell your family not to send us any bombs.”
“My brother once said you had a mobster’s sense of humor. He really liked that about you. Just so you know, I like that about you as well.”
He looked relieved. “Most people don’t like my sense of humor at all. It’s like they take everything I say seriously. I guess in my line of work people tend to be a little terrified of me. I am glad you don’t fear me, Cassandra.”
She whispered, “I think you are absolutely adorable. We can keep your soft, humorous side our little secret.”
He immediately asked, “Cassandra, will you have sex with me?”
She took a drink of her tea and replied, “I’m afraid not, my dear. In my world, I either want to make love or fuck hard. I guess I’m not a middle of the road type person.”
He glanced around. No one was paying them one bit of attention and his little one was busy playing her game.
He burst out laughing. “Miss Cassandra, you do always manage to surprise me. Trust me, it’s refreshing because so few people do. I never realized American women were quite so daring, or I might have spent time with more of them.”
“If you think you might want a sampling, count me out,” she quipped.
“You, my dear, are the only sample that’s captured my interest in forever and ever.”
She leaned over and kissed him on the nose. Viktorija was looking at them intently but there was no clapping. Cassandra wondered why so she leaned over again and kissed him on the lips. She clapped enthusiastically.
Viktor cooed, “I guess she only claps for romantic kissing. She probably thinks it’s the only kind of kissing that turns beautiful doctors into new mommies.”
Cassandra cuddled around his upper torso and waited as the child finished her meal. She noticed that other people seemed very intrigued by the three of them. It was the kissing, she decided, that had captured their notice.
She sighed and pointed it out. “We’re getting noticed. I’ll bet they’re wondering why you are with a strange foreigner when you could have any woman you want.”
Viktor glanced down at her and she could see the amusement on his face as he replied. “They are probably wondering why such a beautiful young woman is with a mobster. They’re confused about why you are so willing to kiss me and touch me. I’m certain they’re concerned for your safety.”
“Sweetheart, you’re drop dead sexy. Trust me, no adult on the planet would wonder why a pretty woman wanted to kiss you.”
He smiled, and she realized he was twice as handsome with a full-on smile. He actually seemed like a guy who didn’t get complimented quite enough in life.
Viktor immediately gathered them up, headed for the door, and pressed them into his limo. Viktorija was asking for her necklace so Viktor gave his little one her pretty necklace. Turning to Cassandra, he took hers out of the box and clasped it around her slim neck. Tickled, she gave him a kiss, which he immediately took control of, plundering her mouth shamelessly.
Intent on distracting him, she pulled out the gift she’d gotten for him. Watching him light up was something special. He opened it and seemed shocked to find the expensive platinum Rolex watch. He glanced up at Cassandra. She was chewing her bottom lip, worrying if he would consider it too flashy.
“I hope you like it. I never know quite what to get the man who has everything,” she murmured.
“No woman has ever given me such an extravagant gift before.” His eyes were moist and he seemed a bit awkward as he looked at it.
Cassandra carefully removed it from the box and clasped it onto his wrist. Curling around his chest, she enjoyed the moment. Viktorija was looking out the window, softly singing a children’s song.
“You don’t have to buy me things,” Viktor eventually said.
“I have millions. Buying things for you makes me happy. Would you take that away from me?”
“Thank you for the lovely gift, Cassandra. I think that from now on you cannot accuse me of being over the top.”
Smiling, she knew that was probably true.
Chapter 13
Rush to Intimacy
~ Viktor ~
It was getting late in the evening. Viktor wanted to have romantic time with the beautiful doctor. He thought about the situation on the way home, and determined how he would proceed. As soon as they arrived, Cassandra bathed the child and put her into her pajamas. Viktor read her a story, and turned out her light when she fell asleep.
When he came out into the living room, Cassandra informed him, “I checked the guest bedrooms and didn’t find my things. Would it be presumptuous to assume I am staying with you, or should I get a hotel room? I just need to know what to do so I can get showered and—”
Viktor walked over, picked her up, and carried her to his room. He threw her on his large bed and opened a huge walk-in closet. One side was crammed with his clothing, and the other side had her modest new wardrobe hanging neatly. He opened a couple of drawers in his chest and picked up a handful of lingerie, letting it fall effortlessly from his fingers in a cascade of silk. He opened the door to the ensuite bathroom. It was huge, and quite modern.
He held out a hand to her. “Come, Cassandra, and I will draw a bath for you.”
“I don’t feel comfortable about this.”
He sighed. “I will put you in one of the guest rooms if you like, but I don’t think you will be as comfortable.”
“No, that’s not what I mean. I want to stay in your room and share your bed. I think you should bathe with me, because that is a huge tub and it would be such a waste of water to fill it twice.”
He looked at her for a brief moment and could almost believe that was her r
easoning.
Then she smiled, and he realized she was flirting with him. He immediately took off his shirt and began the bath. She kneeled down, removed the large bandage on his side and began looking at the wound. It was still very fresh but healing extremely well.
He sighed and said in an exasperated voice, “Stop looking at that. It’s not sexy.”
“Trust me, the rest of you more than makes up for it,” she quipped.
He took off her clothing, caressing her warm, brown flesh. She got into the tub. Sliding out of the rest of his clothing, he stepped into the tub and sat behind her, drawing her close to his body in a warm embrace. A soft sigh escaped her lips and she placed her arms over his, gently caressing his skin.
“Keep touching me and you are going to have a big problem to solve. As you are a virgin, I don’t think you have the required skill set to manage it,” he warned teasingly.
She laughed at his bragging. “Please, I’m a physician. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before. I am well aware of body mechanics. Besides, you can’t get physical until your stitches heal a bit more.”
He immediately slid his hands up to cup her breasts and began kissing along the slim column of her neck. His fingers gently massaged her soft, dark nipples, sparking waves of desire throughout her entire body.
“So what does all your learning from books tell you of this? I must admit your response is not very mechanical.”
“It tells me you have the kind of real life experience that isn’t generally found in books. Tell me, is sex the same with all women or do you have some type of ranking you use to sort us?”
He immediately tilted her head back to look in her face. “There is no need for ranking, because you have no equal. To be quite honest, sex is usually very mechanical for me. It is just something to remove the sexual frustration. You have captured my heart, Cassandra. Sex with you could never be anything except love making. I want to be so tender and sweet to you that you will always want to be in my arms.”
She turned around, kneeled between his legs, and began to wash him with his shower gel as she spoke. “I think you are about the nicest man I’ve ever met. I hope sex with me meets your expectations. If it doesn’t, I’ll happily accept whatever teaching you would give me to make myself more pleasing to you.”
He immediately pulled her into his arms and kissed her as he gently bathed her.
He grabbed a bunch of towels and led her to his bed. “There’s no need to rush ourselves into intimacy, my innocent little love. We have a lifetime to learn about each other. I will take things as slowly as you like.”
She ran her hands over his perfectly sculptured abs and whispered back, “I’ve had my fill of waiting, Viktor. I would like you to make love to me tonight…I mean, if you would like and you think you’re able.”
“When it comes to sex, I was born ready. I have wanted you almost since the first time I heard your voice. In fact, I’ve thought of little else. I’m sorry to say, the night you showed me yourself when we Skyped, my intention was to explain to you that I didn’t want to just Skype. I wanted to talk to you about visiting with me here in Moscow. I guess I didn’t communicate well. Somehow, I hurt your feelings instead.”
She shifted uncomfortably. “I thought you were telling me that after seeing me, you weren’t interested in me that way. I thought I wasn’t beautiful enough for you.”
His hand immediately came up to her face. “No, my little love. No one would ever think you were not beautiful enough, least of all me. I was so infatuated with the pictures my computer guy got from your Facebook page that I actually took a break and touched myself as I looked at them. That was a first for me. I’ve never done that, even as a teen. You’re a beautiful, sexy woman. The first time I saw you on Skype was off the charts hot. It gave me a hard-on that didn’t go away for hours. I was on my plane by then, and I was too embarrassed to touch myself. Seeing you in the flesh was crazy. Just so you know, there is absolutely nothing you could have said to me that would have resulted in me not taking you with me that night. It so happens that the conversation went that way, but, baby, I was taking you no matter what.”
She whispered, “I was so afraid I’d never see you again.”
He crushed her to him. “I’ve thought a lot about what you said to me on the plane, about keeping you against your will. I have decided that I will consider whatever time you chose to spend with me a gift. When you realize that I am a tired, angry, and dangerous mobster, I will let you go. No matter how I feel or if it tears a gigantic hole in my soul, I will force myself to do the right thing by you. The truth is, I just can’t bear to see you unhappy. Whatever you want, I will give you even if hurts like hell or means I will never see you again.”
She curled herself around him again. “Don’t think you can just wait me out. I’m not going anywhere. As long as you will have me, I will delight in your company. I honestly love the idea of being with you. You’re exactly what I always thought a man should be, and I wouldn’t change a thing. If you want me gone, you’ll have to throw me out.”
“Would you ever considering getting married to a man you have only known a couple of days?”
She kissed a little line along his jaw. “Depends on the man. If he is anything like you, the answer is absolutely.”
He held her to him and buried his face in her neck, running his lips up and down over her soft skin.
He whispered, “I never realized how very alone I was until I met you. Now I find myself desperate to hang on to the love and honesty you have brought into my life.”
She nuzzled her neck back to his lips. “I’m going to hold you to that. After meeting you, and being held by you, I don’t see how I could go back to dating regular men.”
He smiled to himself and thought how unrealistically happy her compliments made him.
He asked, “Will you let me take you tonight and seal the deal?”
She nodded and he dried them both off and tucked her between his sheets. She watched him move around his room. He was graceful to be so muscular. She loved seeing him naked. He glanced up, saw the admiration in her eyes, and playfully made a bodybuilding pose for her.
She clapped appreciatively. “Where are the score cards? I’d give you a perfect ten.”
He lowered the lighting and slid into the bed beside her.
He immediately pulled her into his arms and moved a lock of hair out of her face.
“Your hair is very different from most.”
“Not to give away all my beauty secrets but I flat iron it.”
“I can’t imagine.”
She ran her hand up his chest. “Now’s not the time for the discussion about how black women manage our hair. It’s pretty involved.”
“It is just hair. I cannot possibly be that complicated.”
Changing the subject, she purred, “You really are remarkably attractive. You must work out every single day to be in such good shape.”
He laughed. “Is that what American men consider foreplay? If so, it doesn’t do much for Russian men.”
“So what is the sexiest thing a woman has ever told you…something that made you immediately hard?”
“A very beautiful American woman once told me she respected men like me because we are responsible for holding back the darkness, protecting innocent people from the real monsters of the world. She said without us there would be chaos. I had never really thought about it before. When she said it, I felt not only fine with myself for once, but also total acceptance from her. It was sweet and touched me in a way I would never have expected. Honestly, it made me immediately hard for her.”
She tilted her head slightly. “I don’t think I would have ever thought something like that was particularly sexy.”
He reminded her, “Women have always told me I am physically attractive, and complimented me on the size of my penis. Before you, no woman had ever told me I was an acceptable human being, or that the world could possibly need a person like me.”
Turning onto his back, he pulled her up to sit on his chest.
Her large brown eyes were filled with confusion, as he gently lifted her up over his face. Nipping the soft skin of her thighs, he made sure she was positioned right where he wanted her. Looking up the flat planes of her stomach to her generous breasts made him instantly hard. His dark little beauty would soon know he meant to have her for all his own.
“Oh my God, what are you doing?”
Using his tongue to swipe up the seam of her still damp pussy had her squirming. His shy little doctor hadn’t had time for nasty fuckers to spoil her virtue. Luckily, that honor now fell to him. It didn’t matter about the small wound on his side, he was intent on wringing every moment of pleasure out of their first joining. He’d give her delicate body so many orgasms, she’d never want to be anyplace but in his bed.
“We can talk about birds and bees, or I can pleasure you with my tongue. Which do you wish, moy kotenok.”
Trying to shift on him, her voice sounded small and pleading when she spoke. “Can’t we talk about this? I thought we were going to have sex?”
Licking her again, he splayed her open with his fingers and went straight for her tender bud. Taking his time, he pleasured her the way a woman should be and was rewarded with escalating sounds of pleasure. Using his fingers, he teased her opening and stretched her a bit to ensure his fat cock would fit. Soon her body would be trained to take none other than him.
The possessive thoughts running through his mind as he held her against his mouth were nothing short of crazy. This woman was his destiny and he’d do just about anything to keep her in his life.
Feeling her skin break out in a soft sheen of sweat, he pushed her over the edge by sucking the tender but as his tongue lashed her mercilessly. Her yelling his name was a nice bonus for Viktor. Sliding her down, he captured her lips as he felt her moist core bump into his thick erection.