“Now you’re going to ride my face until you come, little girl, and if you miss a beat on that music, there will be serious consequences.”
She sucked in her breath, closing her eyes as he gripped her thighs and speared her with his tongue.He licked along the seam of her outer lips, sucked one into his mouth.She wobbled when he lapped at her clit, sucked it hard, made his tongue stiff and penetrated her.
She moaned, leaning one hand against the glass enclosure that kept her separate from the people on the dance floor.The fact that others could see her face, that they might be caught at any moment, nearly drove her out of her mind with bare, raw lust.
How did Yuri know this would drive her so wild?She hadn’t even known it herself.Had never fantasized about being eaten out while she spun.And yet she knew that moment would go down in her book of things she’d remember until the day she died.
She changed records, following a playlist she had thankfully created before.Yuri picked up one of her legs and put it over his shoulder to change the angle.Her moans echoed off the tiny walls, but she knew they couldn’t be heard beyond the blaring speakers outside the booth.
Yuri shoved two fingers inside her and stroked her inner wall, nailing her G-spot.She closed her lips around a scream as her legs gave out completely.“Who makes you come, Lucya?”
She couldn’t find words as she teetered on the brink.
He slapped her ass with his free hand.“Who?”The moment he finished speaking, he suctioned his mouth over her clit and sucked.
“Yuri!”
He spanked her again and again as she came all over his face, pussy clamping down on his fingers.
She tilted her head back, eyes rolling to heaven as her hips bucked against his mouth.She would have fallen if he hadn’t been holding her up, her legs no longer capable of standing.Tears of pure release pooled in her eyes.
Yuri eased his fingers out and lapped at her juices, sucking and nipping her labia before finally pulling off.He gently replaced her dangling leg on the floor.
She squatted down in front of him and settled on her knees.“Yuri.I made a mistake.Is that offer still available?To leave town together?Go someplace?”
His features sharpened and he reached for her, gripped her upper arms.“Don’t fuck with me,” he said hoarsely.
She shook her head.“Not fucking with you.Would you like to go to Ibiza?I mean—” That was stupid, of course he didn’t want to go to Ibiza, why would he?“I mean, I would like to go to Ibiza.It’s been a dream of mine.But I’m not using you to go there—that’s not what this is—”
“Use me.Fuck, yes.Use me.Let’s go.Of course I’ll take you to Ibiza.”
She smiled, joy choking her about so much more than a trip to a Spanish island.It was about Yuri’s unequivocal enthusiasm—his unmasked pleasure that she’d asked him.
“Yeah?Really?You want to?”
“I’d go anywhere with you.Do anything.Yes, Lucya.I want to be with you—in whatever way works for you.”
She reached for his face and he stilled when she touched him, watching her with glittering eyes.“I made a mistake letting you go.When I said there wasn’t a place for you in my life—wait, let me finish,” she said when he made a dismissive motion with his hand.“It’s true, I couldn’t see how you’d fit.But then I found out my life doesn’t fit me anymore.Not without you.”
A muscle twitched in Yuri’s face, as if he was struggling to contain his emotions.A stream of Russian came out of him, guttural.It sounded frustrated, full of curses.He gripped her head and pulled it forward, leaning his forehead against hers.“Moye solnishko.I need to be alone with you.I will never make it through the night.”
She laughed, his loss of control giving her a heady sense of power.She checked her watch.“Forty minutes.I’ll get my last set covered by another DJ and you can take me home.”
“Forty minutes,” he repeated, standing and disappearing down the steps where he couldn’t be seen from the dance floor.He adjusted the bulge in his pants.“If you’re even five minutes late, I’ll take it out on your ass.”
Her bottom squeezed at that threat and she marveled how he could manage to both make her feel like a queen and a slave at once.And always the center of his universe.
She winked at him and his scowl softened into something that made her insides turn to goo.
They were going to Ibiza.It was wild and impulsive.Crazy, like her Russian.
She’d never felt so free, so fortunate.So adored.
Epilogue
Lucy paced the beach, giving instructions to her yoga class in a sing-song voice.She’d been in Ibiza for two months, playing in clubs at night, teaching yoga in the mornings on the beach.
At the back of the group of students, her crazy Russian stood on his head with the rest of them.His beautiful, muscled body had bronzed in the sun and he moved with surprising grace and ease.Back in Los Angeles, she couldn’t imagine how he’d fit in.A crazy, violent, tattooed mobster.And it wasn’t like he blended in in Ibiza, either.He didn’t blend in, but he fit.Perfectly.
