Anastasia
This is a lot more complex than I thought it would be, and I’m loving it. I’m spending time with Uncle Evgenii to learn about the family business. He has been teaching me the ins and outs of working the books.
I wake up every day excited to know that I’m taking a step forward to claim my destiny and become the most powerful Phakan after my father. I will strike fear into the hearts of my enemies and command respect from my peers. I want to make my father proud.
I guess that’s all I ever wanted.
The hostess, an American called Kimber-Ann, comes over to us. “Excuse me, Mr. Evgenii.”
“Yes, Kimber?” he asks, looking up at her.
“There’s a man here to see you both. He says he’s from the Italian branch of your family.” She looks confused, and I smile. “You can send him over.” I look at Evgenii. “Probably a messenger from the Sorvinos.”
“I think the message is for you,” he comments, looking over my head.
He stands as I glance over my shoulder to see Luigi approaching with a bunch of flowers in his hands.
The bottom of my stomach falls, and I feel sick. I haven’t seen him since they carried him off. He’s messaged and tried to call, but I’ve been so busy. And I’m so tired when I get home that I go straight to bed or forget. He saved my life, and I haven’t repaid his kindness, but in my heart, I know what I’m really avoiding is my own emotions.
I stand as well as Evgenii says, “I’ll give you two some privacy.”
He leaves, and Luigi holds out the flowers, stepping toward me. “Congrats on your new role as heiress of the empire.” He grins. “I’m so glad your dream is coming true.”
“I’m…” I take the flowers and smile. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be at your dinner. I had to work. Thank you, though, for helping me this whole time and coming back to save me. I know you got into a lot of trouble for that.”
Luigi shrugs and looks into my eyes. “I’d do anything for the woman I love.”
My heart flutters, but I keep a straight face. “Luigi…”
I set the flowers on the table and turn to him, putting on my business voice. “I appreciate what you did so much but emotions are a weakness I can’t have. I need to rule my life with rational and logic, not weakness and feelings. I can’t let my emotions rule my life regardless of how they affect me.”
Luigi smiles and gently takes my hand. “I’m not going to convince you to date me, Ana. I want you to be happy, and I’ll do anything for that to happen, even if it means I can’t see you anymore or we’re not together. I want your dreams to come true.”
I squeeze his hand and nod. “Thank you. You’ll find someone,
Luigi. Someone who’s meant for you. I know it.”
“I did once already,” he smiles. “But I think it’ll be a long time before I look again. Have a good day, Miss Volkov.” “Same to you, Mr. Sorvino,” I reply.
I watch him leave and take the flowers to the back of the restaurant where my babushka is. “What a lovely young man,” she comments, still focusing on the bread she’s kneading. “Shame to see him go.”
“It’s not meant to be,” I comment, leaving before she can say more.
I spend the rest of the day going over every detail with Evgenii about the businesses books and I feel like my brain will explode as I’m driven home.
I walk into the house and set my things down. I kick off my shoes and call, “I’m home.”
“We’re just about to have dinner. Come join us,” Tori calls from the dining room.
I smile and stroll in. I stop to hug Tori, kiss Roman and then kiss my father’s head. “Hello, family.”
“Looks like you had a good day,” my father says with a smile. “Did you absorb all that information from my cousin?”
I nod. “It’s a lot, but I’m getting it.”
“Why was Luigi there? Evgenii says he stopped with flowers?” I know my father isn’t asking casually, so I straighten up.
“He was there to declare his love for me…” I see Tori light up, but I hold a hand up. “But I told him there’s no room in my life for weakness and emotions. I need to be a strong leader. I need to be rational and logical. So I wished him the best, and I left it at that. He left, and I went back to work.”
I smile brightly at my father, who is looking at me with a quizzical look. “You know, Natalia once told me she can’t work for this family if she’s emotional. My father was still alive then. He turned to both of us and called us fools. He said the bravest thing a person could do, is fall in love.
To be vulnerable with someone, to trust them with your heart and soul. There is nothing braver than that.”
We’re all silent for a moment, and I sit there, staring at my plate.
“Papa, can I be excused from dinner?”
“He’s at La Club,” Tori blurts out, and we both look at her. “Just, you know. A fact.” She quickly busies herself with Roman, and I look at my father, who nods. I kiss his head and run to get changed.
In mere moments I am on my way to La Club, being driven by my new guard. I fidget nervously. Is my father right? I mean, he basically just said I could have love and power.
I think of my mother. I remember her face and how she looked at my father. Then I remember how Tori looks at him and how he looks at her and Roman.
And me.
I can have money and power-and love.
Luigi
I sit at the bar, miserable. I thought I would be so suave going to the restaurant and declaring my love, but she blew me off as if it was nothing.
Dominic comes over and puts an arm around my shoulder. “You need to get your mind off things, cous. Why don’t you come to the dance floor? There’s a lot of hot chicks to hit on!”
I shake my head and shrug him off. “I’m not in the mood, Dom.”
“But there’s this girl right over there. She’s drop-dead gorgeous, and she’s coming over here.” Frankie has joined Dominic and is trying to get me up.
“Frankie, do me a favor just this once and get rid of her.”
Dominic smacks me on the back of the head. “No, you moron.” I glare at him and then look at the girl walking my way.
It’s Ana.
My cousins smirk at me and then conveniently disappear as I stand up.
“Ana.” I smile brightly.
“I don’t submit. Ever.” She looks up at me. “I am nobody’s property.”
I take her hand. “I will spend an eternity respecting the fuck out of you.”
She grins and slides her arms around my shoulders. Our lips meet without hesitation, and suddenly, my cousins and friends cheer loudly over the music and dance around us.
Luigi
I hum to the song that’s playing on my radio. It’s connected to my phone, and I’ve built this playlist, and it is perfect. A blend of Russian, Italian, and English songs to cook, dance, and, well, fuck too. I open the spice cupboard as the meat simmers in the pan, and I freeze.
Fuck, I didn’t get any oregano. This dish will not taste the same without it. I turn the pan down and sprint out of the house in my apron. I go through the side gate connecting my yard to Ivan’s and hurry inside to the kitchen.
Ivan is sitting at the table reading while Tori cooks. They do this now and then when they want some alone time.
“I am so sorry to bother you.” I give Ivan a grin and go to Tori. “I am out of oregano and making Mom’s stew.” “You’re hopeless,” she comments.
“Please loan me some.” I smile brightly. I hear Ivan shuffle around, and I know he’s grumpy because I’m over. He’s been struggling to adjust to the fact his firstborn child is with a man, and we, quoting him, ‘do things’. Tori glances at Ivan as she hands me the jar. “Keep it. I’ve got two.”
“Ivan, do you know where Ana is today?” I love riling him up sometime.
He doesn’t look up from his paper as he says flatly, “She’s inspecting a warehouse. She’ll be home soonish.”
“Thanks, see you later.” I rush out and return home. No fire, so we’re fine. I am just finishing with the food when I hear her car pull into the driveway. She walks into the front of the house and calls out, “That smells so damn good. I’m starving!”
I smile and turn as she walks in and comes up to me, kissing me softly. “A CEO of a company affiliated with the Catalans was killed today.
Apparently, it’s suicide.”
“Huh,” I shrug. “Happens all the time. Mental health is important.
Interesting to know, though.”
“Nobody else might guess it, but I know it was your handy work,” she grins. “Well played.”
I smile and kiss her nose. “No one else will figure that out because there’s no trace evidence.”
We settle down at our table, and I serve her a plate of food. As we eat, she tells me about her day. I pour us some wine, and we relax, enjoying each other’s company.
Once we’re done eating, I pack away the leftovers while she loads the dishwasher. Watching her bend over and pack in the dishes makes me pause and smile.
I put the leftovers away and walk behind her, pressing my semi-hard dick against her. “Nice ass….” I kiss her neck.
She turns in my arms. “Are you starting something?”
“And I plan on finishing what I start…” I kiss her hungrily, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her tight against me.
When we break the kiss, I shift and scoop her up in my arms. “As only a queen should be treated,” I announce, and she laughs as I carry her into our room, and we fall into our huge bed. I lie next to her, stroking her side. “It’s been so long…”
“We had sex last night…”
“So long…” I kiss her softly, then more hungrily.
She reaches down and rubs my dick through my tracksuit bottoms, and I groan into her mouth.
“You’ve gotten quite addicted to my body,” I tease her.
She breaks the kiss. “On your back, sir.”
I grin and shift, resting on my back. I lift my hips, and between Ana and I, we shimmy my pants down. My dick springs up to attention, ready.
At first she strokes it, her eyes watching my changing facial expressions. She then lowers her head and wraps her mouth around the head of my cock, sucking on it immediately. We’ve definitely learned that we both like touching, sucking and a little hard and fast sex. I groan and grab her hair, holding onto it as I move my hips to make her take me deeper and faster. She chokes slightly but doesn’t move away. She lifts her head and spits on the head of my dick, rubbing it over.
I groan audibly.
I give out a hard, long, “Yessssss.”
She grins and starts sucking again, bopping her head as fast as she can. I grunt as my balls tighten and grab her hair, pulling her off but not away. I stroke my cock and swear out loud, aiming my erection at her face and letting my cum shoot onto her perfect skin.
I let her go, and she looks at me. She scoops my cum off with her finger, sucks it into her mouth and swallows.
“You’re so professional and proper outside this bedroom. In here, you’re my porn star,” I grin, and she pulls her shirt off.
“If I’d known how good sex was, I would have done it sooner.” I raise an eyebrow, “It’s only good because it’s with me.”
Her laugh fills me with joy, and I watch as She takes her pants off and scoots up the bed. I smile brightly as I realize what her plan is. I help her get her legs on either side of my head, and she lowers herself until her dripping folds are above me. I immediately attack them with my tongue, making sweet love to her wet hole. She whines and moves her hips up and down, rubbing her pussy over my face. I stick my tongue out and let her ride it until I move my arms around her legs, lock her in place and fuck her clit with my tongue until she’s trying to pull away.
I shake my head quickly, my tongue skimming over her swollen nib. She reaches down and starts to finger it, and the next thing I know, I’m showering in her juices.
Ever since we discovered she was a squirter, it’s become my favorite part of making love to her. Something about our love and sexual attraction drives her that mad, just makes everything that much better.
I help her off me and stroke my cock, letting it harden again.
I pull her down onto her back, her legs bent and either side of me and her sensitive mound exposed. I push into her, and using the conveniently chosen bounciness of the mattress, I bounce up and down, in and out of her. The mattress doesn’t make a sound, but oh god, she does. She gives a little yip every time I push into her and hit that sweet spot. She looks up at me, her breasts pushed up under her chin because of the angle. She licks her fingers and touches her clit as I move harder.
“I’m going to cum,” I grunt. I shift so I have one knee down and one leg on the floor, and then I buck my hip fast and wild. She cries out as she squirts again, which tips me over the edge. I bury my dick deep inside her, releasing my load.
I pull out of her and lean down to kiss her deeply. “Wanna go again in the shower?”
“Yes,” she giggles, getting up.
*****
THE END