Russian Mafia Tsar [18+]

Chapter 6 - True Nature

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The question hung in the air. She did want to know more about him, yes.

"Who are you?" She finally asked.

He chuckled and smiled, "My name is Kirill, you know that, I..."

"No, who are you? Why does this feel arranged? Why...why does it feel like this is not just a simple real estate purchase?" She interrupted him. She wanted answers and she wanted them now.

"Tsk, tsk, again with the KGB interrogation approach, Miss Tanner."

He slightly shook his head with a small smile on his face once more. He slowly leaned over the table again and was able to easily reach her chin with his fingers. She momentarily closed her eyes, both from the fear of being near him and from the emotions his touch stirred inside her abdomen.

"Why don't you ask me what you really want to know, hm?" He quietly said.

She sat there, mouth slightly open, not knowing how to respond or how to formulate her question. His hand fell to the table and she finally asked,

"Have we met before?"

He looked at her triumphantly. He was both proud of her that she remembered him and ecstatic that he made such an impression on her almost ten years ago.

He looked very different then. Still a rising criminal, he drank and smoked heavily, did a lot of drugs, barely slept, and overall lead an unhealthy lifestyle. Now, he was rich, well fed and rested, and in the best shape of his life. He was in his prime, he radiated confidence, money, and power.

"What a strange thing to ask..." he responded sarcastically, "Why would you think we have met before?" He furrowed his eyebrows in fake curiosity. At this point he slowly got up and with authority, moved his chair across the table to be closer to her. He sat down facing her.

Feeling woozy from the heat of the closed room and the energy of this conversation, Mia tried to steady her breath not looking away from him. Kirill smelled impossibly attractive to her. He was sitting so close, breathing on her, and his cologne and natural body oils mixed into a dizzying perfume made just for her.

She gulped and continued looking straight at his face which now looked at her only with lust.

"Why did you get in touch with me?" She barely was able to get the words out.

He sat right in front of her and looked straight at her face as he gently put both of his hands on her thighs above her knees and painstakingly slowly moved them toward her hips. It felt like electricity ran through both of them when he touched her. She gasped and he let out a low "mmm" while savouring her soft body.

Looking up from her thighs into her eyes he slowly began,

"Because...I want you. I've wanted you from the moment I saw you all those years ago." He paused to see how her eyes went wide in shock. "I've waited a long time to see you Mia. Many years. I've escaped prison to get to you. I've killed, and cheated, and lied, just to get my hands on you. And now. Now I have everything I've ever wanted in life, but I don't have you. Yet."

Absolutely stunned and hopelessly aroused, she sat there motionless. He glared at her mercilessly and reached up to run his fingers first on her jaw bone and then down her neck. He bent forward towards her and his lips were now dangerously close to her neck. He took a deep breath in enjoying her aroma and told her quietly,

"Don't be scared. I'll only bite if you want me to."

A small exhale escaped her lips. She felt drunk even though she had none of her cocktail. His closeness and his warm breath on her skin completely blinded her. Her desire for him only intensified from how absolutely insane and desperate he seemed in this moment.