ROMEO - DEATH & MAYHEM a spectreverse short story [book R]

Chapter EIGHT

Lovey O'riley

Unbridled animalistic passion and carnal lust enkindle the flicker of an aurelian flame in Anatoly's amber eyes as his greedy hands paw eagerly at my backside.. Our lips crush together in a heated frenzy of conquering tongues and nipping teeth.. He tastes of sweet black cherries and expensive vodka, the scent of his black velvet cologne swirling about my head to intoxicate me.. A craven ache of need ripples its way down my spine, causing my hips to grind harder against the burly barbarian of a man.. He is so big and strong yet so submissive to me, that willingness to succumb a most heady seduction..

I want him.. And I always get what I want..

Straddling his iron hard tumescence I fist a cruel handful of his ruffled onyx locks to yank his head back, bringing his hungry gaze from my swelling breasts, up to meet my eyes.. "How do ye' like to hurt, Baby?"

"There's not much I don't like, Lovey, and even less I can't take.." Anatoly grins a sinful smile, enjoying the force with which I command him, tugging on his hair as I rake my sharp stiletto nails down his chest.. "Especially if you're the executioner.."

"Do ye' have a rubber?" I purr as he raises his athletic arms, allowing me to peel the sweatshirt from his shoulders, revealing the shredded inky muscle beneath.. Bulging biceps and a jacked six pack draw my attention down to the deliciously deep v-line ravines that run down his hips to disappear in his jeans.. "I'm gonna fuck ye' so hard your cock'll be raw for days.."

"Uh- Da.. In my wallet.." In one fluid motion he stands, picking me up in an easy one armed hold as he digs around his back pocket in search of protection..

My hands chart the outline of the black and red double headed eagle that is tattooed across his chest, appreciating every drop of ink that decorates his perfectly chiselled body. A four leaf clover is stamped on the left side of his stomach, a grim reaper is etched down his ribs and I notice the name 'Mishka' scrawled in cursive down the inside of his arm as he triumphantly produces a shiny golden foil packet..

"Who is Mishka?" I reach across to thumb at the tattoo, trying and failing to keep the envy from my voice..

"You don't have to be jealous, Kroshka.." He smirks.. "Mishka iz my sister.. I swore to my father I would take care ov' her.."

"Oh.. Well, that's kinda sweet.." A flood of relief soothes my bristles as he leans down to plant a soft and reassuring kiss on my lips..

"You are the only girl I want, Lovey.."

"Promise?"

"Ya klyanus.." He swears an oath of honesty, collapsing back into the high backed leather chair and setting me on my feet he tears at the wrapper with his teeth while I grapple with his unbuttoned jeans, pulling them down enough so that his thick, vascular cock springs free..