Ruthless Stranger by Maggie Cole

6

Maksim

She temptedme by asking to remove her blindfold. I almost let her. And all night, I've restrained myself from pulling it off her.

I made a deal with her. It's a promise. I'll destroy everything for her if I do.

"Let's go have a drink," I tell her. I pull the robe off the towel heater and put it around her then wrap one around my body. The silk of her blindfold looks like it's not as tight as before. After a quick debate, I do the right thing. "Turn around."

She doesn't ask why and spins.

"Keep your eyes shut. I should tighten this." I untie the silk.

She reaches behind her and grips my thighs. "Have you done this before?"

"Slept with a stranger?"

"Mmhmm."

"Yes."

She stays quiet but holds her breath and bites her lip.

The need to make her understand she is special digs into my soul. This may be a once in a lifetime moment for both of us, but it doesn't reduce her magnificence or the memories of her I'll have etched in my brain forever.

I reposition the silk over her eyes, tie it, then lean into her ear. "I've never done anything like this with any other woman before. And I'm not a liar, so I won't be one to you. I don't remember all the one-night stands I've had, but you, my krasotka, I will never forget."

She releases her breath.

I take her hand. "Come. Have a drink with me." I lead her out to the bar and motion for the butler to make our drinks and stay quiet. He has a room inside the bar area of the suite. As soon as he makes them, I nod for him to go back into his room. I hand my krasotka her martini and take my scotch and lead her to the sitting area.

When we get to the room, I set our drinks on the table. I choose the chaise lounge and pull her onto my lap. I hold the glass to her lips, and she takes a sip.

"How do you know what I drink?" she asks.

"I watched you all night."

Her lips twitch. In a teasing tone, she asks, "Should I be scared of your obsession?"

"If we lived in the same city, yes. I wouldn't be able to stay away from you. I'd be forced to pursue you."

Her smile grows.

I take a drink of my scotch. It slides down my throat in a slow burn. I stare at her juicy lips, wanting to kiss her but refraining.

I'll never get her out of my head if I kiss her.

She's stunning perfection in her blindfold. Everything she feels I see in her expression. There's no way for her to hide. But I wish I could see her eyes. I only stared directly into them briefly at the pool. In the casino, I watched her, intentionally staying back. And she never faced me.

The black of the silk matches her hair. Her flawless skin is smoother than I imagined. I trace below the silk, and she inhales slowly.

She wants me to remove it again.

Every time she thinks it, I see it. But she's only asked once. She reaches toward me and puts her hand on my cheek.

I close my eyes for a moment, inhaling her muted floral scent. I assumed it was perfume, but we just bathed, so it must be her skin.

"What color are your eyes?" she asks.

"Isn't this against the rules?"

She avoids my question and tilts her head. "Are they dark?"

"No."

She takes her other hand and holds both sides of my cheeks. Her thumb grazes over my nose then lips. "I've never been without my sight before."

"You don't have strangers blindfold you for hours all the time?" I tease.

"Nope. I'm pretty boring."

"Nothing about you is anything but exquisite," I tell her and mean it.

She snorts. "You're good for my ego."

"I don't lie, remember?"

She traces my forehead and eyebrows. "How old are you?"

"Not young enough to make you a cougar."

She softly laughs, and her face blushes. "You heard everything at the pool, didn't you?"

"Not sure if I heard it all, but I think I got the important parts." I hold her drink to her lips again.

She takes a sip and repeats, "So, how old are you?"

"I'll be forty-six in a few months. What about you?"

"How old do you think I am?"

"Not anywhere near my age."

"Is that your way of avoiding guessing?"

I chuckle. "Yes. So tell me."

"I'm thirty-eight."

"How long were you married?" I'm not sure why I ask her. I don't even know her name or where she lives, but something in me wants to know the details about her life.

Her face falls, and she pulls her hands off my cheeks. "Twenty years."

How is that possible?

"You got married at eighteen?"

She turns toward the fire, but I still see the pain in her expression. "Yes."

I stroke her hair.

She doesn't move, and her face doesn't change.

"When did you finalize your divorce?"

She quietly replies, "A few days ago."

I pull her closer to me and lean into her ear. "So, I'm your rebound, huh?" I say it to tease her and don't expect the sting I feel when it comes out.

It's a good thing we have these rules, or I would be in major trouble with this woman.

She tilts her head then quietly asks, "And I'm yours?"

I instantly regret pointing out what I am to her. Since I'm not a liar, I can't deny it. "Yes. I suppose so."

She bites her lip and slowly nods.

I slide the shoulder of her robe down and kiss her smooth skin. "I think we have better things to do than talk. Don't you?"

She laces her fingers in my hair. Her chest rises and falls faster. I dip lower, sucking on her breast until her nipple puckers.

Every moan and whimper is music to my ears. How any man could marry her, find someone else, then let her go blows my mind.

I push her robe off her. "Straddle me."

She obeys.

I put her hands on the back of the chaise lounge. "Don't let go. And I want you to ride my face." I flick my tongue behind her ear.

She gasps.

I slide down and grip her hips. The moment her sex is over my face, I growl, "Ride me."

She hesitates for a moment, as if she isn't sure what to do. I tug her lower on my mouth, and she cries out, shuddering.

I set the pace, but she quickly takes over, circling her lower body into me and moaning like a wild animal.

I smack her ass.

"Oh!" she screams.

I rub her cheek and flick her clit until she comes, squeezing her thighs on my face.

When she's past her high point, I smack her ass again and suck her until she's screaming.

"Ride me," I bark out.

She takes control, setting a new speed, and orgasms so many times, I lose count.

When my cock is on fire and dripping to be in her, I slide out from under her. I grab a condom in the pocket of her robe. I splay my hand on her spine while pushing her down so she's hanging over the back of the chaise. I don't wait to enter her, spreading her legs to the edges of the cushion and thrusting inside her in one stroke.

"Yes!" she screams when I enter her.

In Russian, I let all my dirty thoughts fly. I tell her how much I love being inside her. How the taste of her sex is better than any dessert I've ever had, and her tight pussy might as well be the kingdom of heaven for my cock. How her ex-husband is a pathetic loser for ever letting her go or looking at another woman, much less touching one. And I tell her I wish tonight weren't all we had. If I were a different man and she didn't have these terms, how I would make her mine.

Once it begins, her body never stops shaking. I tug her hair as she spasms on my cock so hard, I forcefully detonate inside her, then collapse over her, breathing hard into her neck.

I flip around and tug her into me, stroking her back. We both try to catch our breath. And I have to hold myself back again from kissing her.

All night, we talk, laugh, and have sex. When the morning light shines through the window, I hold her until she falls asleep.

The dress I ordered from the downstairs boutique arrives. I saw it when I bought the silk tie, and once I saw her dress size, I texted the sales associate. I put her other dirty clothes, minus her panties, in the dry cleaning bag and add her room number to it. I only know it because I texted her friend to find out.

So many thoughts go through my head when it's time to leave her. I hesitate and almost wake her up to ask her if she wants me to remove her blindfold so she can see who I am.

But I'm a man of my word.

So I write a note and leave it with the dress. I kiss her forehead and she doesn't stir. Very carefully, I remove her blindfold and put it on the pillow. Then I stick her panties in my pocket and walk away from her.

She just gave me the best night of my life, and my pulse beats hard with regret that I'll never see her again.