The Russian Billionaire (Series)

Chapter Twelve

"It looks like a little tattoo" I show Savestian my wrists.

They have rope marks on them from before after our little session in the bedroom we showered together, and he made me dinner. I am sitting in the living room looking at my wrists they burn a little but totally worth it that was such an eye opener the rush that I got from it.

I was under his complete control at his mercy he had me his way took his time pleasing, teasing and torturing me in ways that made him hard as hell. I have never had anything like that before this man is no ordinary man that much, I know is true.

"Let me see" Savestian comes to me.

He rests out food on the coffee table before taking my hand into his he runs his thumb over it, and I hiss as it burns a bit. He looks up at me green eyes saying sorry he takes my hands kissing them and I smile.

"I'll get some ointment for it" he tells me handing me my plate. "It's a little spicy"

"I like spicy things" I take a bite of the meat and it's mildly spicy nothing like I am used to. "This is baby spicy, one of these days I'll make you a spicy quesadilla"

"Do all ethnic people like spicy food?" he asks as we eat.

"I don't know about all but being half Latino and half Italian, it is a requirement" I say licking my finger.

"Your half Italian?" I nod. "Your mother or father?"

"Father" I say softly. "He came from a long line of dreamers" I look down at his plate. "Doubt he would be proud of his daughter about her recent choices"

"Parents are always proud of us even our mistakes it makes them proud that we are learning" he tells me, and it sounds like he is talking more about him than me.

"Maybe" I play with my food.

"Tell me what it was like growing up here" he asks after some time.

I look over at him and he is looking at my wrist at the marks.

"It was adventures" I tell him. "My abuela was a woman who didn't like to be held down she was a free spirit and she raised me the same way."

"She sounds like a wonderful woman" Savestian puts his plate down looking at me.

"She was, she died a few years ago"

"I'm sorry to hear that" he touches my hand.

I look up at him green eyes light making me smile this is he first real conversation that we have ever had about something personal and it feel nice.

"What are your plans after school?" Savestian asks as we clean up the kitchen.

"Move to L.A. find a job start living I guess" I hand him a bowl.

"Let me guess your going to live in a beach front condo" he says, and I nod.

"Definitely" I dry my hands. "I want to wake with the ocean in my sights everyday"

"Everyday?"

I nod. "I have lived in a concrete world for far too long I need open, free and blue" I open the fridge taking down the ice cream. "What about you? What's not on the agenda for Savestian Moretti?"

"Business" he says plainly.

I look up from my ice cream at him and he is staring into space I put the tub down walking over to him. I rest my hand on his shoulder kissing him lightly on his back I don't know why but I feel like he needs it.

I wrap my arms around him hugging him from behind just feeling his body and he slowly relaxes we stay like this for a while before he turns around holding my hands. I look up at him and he shakes his head.