Page 9 of Bedazzled
The day after the wedding, Four Seasons Hotel…
We were in bed. Again. I was still panting as Yuri gently lifted my legs down from the pretzel shape he’d had them in.Thank god for yoga, huh?I thought.
We both groaned as his cock slipped free.
“I’m going to miss you, little fella,” I said, giving a soft kiss to the source of so much pleasure over the last twenty-four hours.
“Little fella?” Yuri chuckled, sitting up with a groan, “I do not believe that was how you were addressing him twenty minutes ago. As I recall, your words were, “Get that monster dick out of me, I can’t come anymore.”
“Well, you proved me wrong, didn’t you?” I admitted, rolling my eyes. “I have to shower and get dressed, babe.”
Yuri gracefully (of course) rolled from the bed and put his boxer briefs on, an action I viewed with regret. “Of course, darling. Would you like to shower together? Conserve water?”
Laughing, I leaned weakly against the bathroom door because I didn’t have the energy to stand up without assistance at that point. “Yeah, that’s what you said last night. And this morning. Nothing got clean.”
“Now, that is not true,” Yuri was looming over me. Sexy looming. Because he was gigantic. And he had the nerve to look hurt. “I washed you clean.” He took a step closer, “Made you a very dirty girl…” another step and I was pinned between him and the door, “and bathed you clean all over again.”
“Nooo,” I groaned. “I really have to go.” Not that I actually wanted to leave, but no matter how many bottles of water and tasty bits of food Yuri had urged on me, I didn’t think I had any fluids left in my body. It was bad enough that I was going to be walking bowlegged for the next month.
He kissed my hand lingeringly, “I understand,” he said. “Go have your shower, I’ll have them send up brunch-” he looked at the clock, “lunch.”
“More like dinner, hot stuff,” I laughed. It had only been twenty-four hours but damn, I wish we could stay in this suite for another week. How could anyone get sick of quality cock like his? I turned on the shower, groaning in relief as the hot water hit my shaky muscles.
It wasn’t just that magical bedazzled dick, the guy attached to it was pretty amazing. Yuri might be a gangster, but I have only seen the sweet, sexy as fuck Yuri. Who had a massive cock. And knew how to use it.
Great,I thought,even for me this is a terrible level of dick obsession.
When I emerged from the shower, there was a dark red dress hanging next to my poor, wrinkled bridesmaid gown, a shiny black box with lingerie, and a pair of six-inch Louboutin’s.
Oh, yeah. This man understands me.
“You’re beautiful,” Yuri said, looking me up and down when I emerged from the bathroom.
“Well, thank you for the outfit,” I smiled a little awkwardly. Gifts? Expensive gifts? The kind of guys I dated didn’t give gifts. Really. I think the closest I ever got to a gift was a two-for-one coupon Mikal once gave me for a dinner out.
A dinner I paid for.
“It is a lovely color for you,” he was still giving me a really thorough visual examination.
Dinner was hosted by charming, attentive Yuri and I was enjoying each facet of his personality as he revealed them to me. “So, how come you’re not as constipated as your brother?”
He broke into quick, shocked laughter for a moment before sobering. “I would suggest you never use that term to describe my brother again. Particularly where he could hear you.”
“But you know what I mean.” I’m a persistent little shit when I have to be. “I mean, you’re all up in the family business too, and you’re so…” I waved my hands around, “you know. Charming. Debonair. Great sense of humor. I can’t picture you snatching up some poor, innocent girl out of your nightclub and then making her marry you.”
“If I had seen you there,” his eyes flashed and for a minute, I could see dangerous Yuri, “I might have been tempted, darling.”
“Hmmm…” I finished my Mimosa. “Don’t you get all dark and sexy on me.” Letting out a sigh, I stood up. “Time for me to go.” He insisted on being all gallant and escorted me to the lobby.
“This is my driver, Timur,” he said, nodding at a scary-looking guy in a black suit, “he’ll take you home.” Yuri kisses my hand. “I would like to see you again, Tania.”
His mouth was so warm, and the perverted little shit touched the tip of his tongue to my skin, making me shiver.
“Don’t take this personally, gorgeous, but I have terrible taste in boyfriends. I do not think we want to get into this.”
His elegant brow rose again. “Bold of you to assume I was looking for something so serious,” but he was smiling, damn him.
“Bold of you to assume you wouldn’t be begging to be my boyfriend after just one more date,” I sassed. Sobering a bit, I kissed him on the cheek. “This has been the most spectacular twenty-four hours of my life and given my past, that is saying something. Thank you.”
