Tricks & Treats: A Romance Anthology (2 page)

Chapter 3 - Sonya

I’m screaming, and I don’t even realize I’m doing it until the mysterious stranger is gently shushing me. He puts his gun in the back of his pants as he tenderly touches my face, calming me down before he goes to untie my hands.

I shift to look at my captor, but my saviour guides my face away.

“No, Sonya. You don’t need to see that,” he says, and his voice is so dark, but filled with such kindness. He’s just saved me from something more horrible than I could’ve ever expected, and a rush of gratitude goes through me. He takes me into the hall, away from the body of my kidnapper, and he holds me against the wall, his fingers stroking along my hairline.

“Just breathe,” he’s saying, but I can’t just breathe. That rush of gratitude has become something else altogether, and my excitement at being alive, the thrill of having this handsome man swoop in and save me at the last moment, it puts a spark between my thighs that I barely know how to understand.

He’s so near to me that I can smell the slight scent of cologne off him, an outdoorsy scent filling my nostrils.

His gaze falls to my lips and I realize I’m biting on them, trying to keep myself from doing something rash. I feel a blush rise to my cheeks, and I close my eyes.

Just as I’m about to thank him, I feel his mouth brush against mine. It’s so light, so different than what I’d expect from the hulking man, and I gasp in surprise. When I open my eyes, I lick my lips, tasting him there, and whatever expression I make emboldens him, because his next kiss is hungrier, harder.

It’s surreal. In just a few minutes I went from a tearful goodbye party to being a captive, to making out with my rescuer in the middle of a hallway near the body of the man that was going to kill me. If it sounds odd to say it like that, it’s stranger still to experience it. But I could never imagine the effect of surviving such a near death encounter would have on me until I lived it, and felt my blood boil, my head swim with relief, excitement and desire.

His phone rings, and won’t stop, and it breaks the spell of our lips smacking, until finally he tears away to answer it. Reluctantly.

“I have her, she’s safe,” he says, and the relief in his gruff voice is hard to miss.

“I’m okay, but… there’s a mess,” he says.

“I’ll take her to a safe room. Lock her up tight. Da,” he nods and ends the call, taking my hand. “Andrei is going to take care of this, come. I’ll get you to safety.”

There’s no time to argue, he sweeps me off my feet and carries me. With one hand he unlocks a door, and we head into a bedroom. To my surprise and, honestly, disappointment, we don't stop. Instead he keeps moving and accesses the secret door in the wall. I’ve heard about places like this, a panic room, as it’s called, but I didn’t know this manor had one. I guess it makes sense, though, since it is a cozy little place built to hold out against intruders until help can arrive.

He shuts the door, and it’s like all the air goes out of the room with it, leaving just me and... him.

A man I don’t even know the name of, but can barely keep my hands off of. Another man I now owe my life to, but this one isn’t like Andrei, whose more like family.

This man is hot blooded, handsome as hell, and my lips are still tingling from our kiss. But that moment’s passed, and I don’t know how to respond.

Luckily, he does.

Tall, broad and ruggedly handsome, he sweeps in, takes my face into his two big, powerful hands, and kisses me again. Now there’s nothing and nobody that can hurt or disturb us, and we both give in.

But before we lose all control, our lips smack and he breaks apart from me, looking into my eyes with that steely gaze of his. A confession brewing there.

“What is it?” I ask, my voice sounding so light and airy compared to his.

“I have watched you from afar for so long. Wished I could be a part of your world, but always knowing I never could be. You’re too good for a killer like me,” he says, his thumb rubbing over my cheek affectionately.

I swallow, my body burning so bright, my black dress feeling too confining against my skin. His confession stirs something in me, something dangerous. It excites me, knowing he’s been watching me.

And it excites me to know he’d kill to protect me.

“Never say never,” I say breathily, my heart pounding against my ribs.

He hasn’t let go of me, despite his words. He can’t bring himself to surrender his grasp on me, and I can feel that conflict in him. To do what he thinks is right and to touch me, kiss me, have me.

I reach up, give a gentle caress of his jawline, feel the prickly stubble beneath my dainty fingers. And it sends a shiver through that towering man, a tiny tremor enough to bring down that mountain.

And when he broke, he went in for me hard. His lips crashing to mine, our tongues lashing again. The both of us wrapping in one another in that cozy little room, his thick arms going around me, holding me so tight, nearly crushing me to his hard, muscular torso. But I can’t help loving every moment of it.

I’ve been single for so long, ever since that terrible experience.

But I trust him, implicitly. Andrei would never let me be alone with someone who was a danger to me, and maybe that’s part of it, but I see something in his eyes. I know the bruises and cuts on his hands, the shadow in his expression, it’s because he’s been keeping the bad parts of this city at bay.

He’s a vigilante, a hero in his own way.

His tongue lashes against mine, and his fingers go to my back, pressing in between my shoulders as his other hand explores my hips. I can’t wait to touch him, to feel all of his body, but for now I have my arms locked around his neck, just keeping me steady as he moves against me.

I don’t even know his name, but in the heat of the moment, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is I’m alive, he saved me, and there’s clearly something between us.

His two big hands move on down, and he palms my butt cheeks. And as he squeezes and pulls up, instinct kicks in, and I lift myself up with ease. All that ballerina training kicking I guess, as I rise up and wrap my calves around his backside.

He can hold me up easier than any dancing partner I’ve ever had. And like many of them I can feel the bulge of excitement in his groin. The only differences being I wanted to feel this bulge, and the way it throbs against me. The other thing being the sheer size. He’s got a manhood to match his stature!

Especially since it’s denim that separates us, and not a skimpy leotard.

My mouth is tingling from our kisses, but when his lips start to move down my neck, it’s a whole other experience. I’m so sensitive, and part of me wants to giggle and bat him away, but it’s so delicious I don’t want him to stop. I force myself to let him explore me, and to embrace this feeling of pure pleasure.

It’s so unlike me to be doing this, but this entire night has been out of the ordinary.

He squeezes my backside, feels me up, and I let my own hands wander over his broad shoulders. Feel how his hard muscle and sinewy flesh ripple and bulge. He’s a titan of a man. And I had no idea until tonight how much that does it for me.

I let my fingers wriggle in under his jacket, help push it off his shoulders as he takes me to the bed and lays me out. Off comes his shirt, and I can gaze at the ripped physique there, sprinkled with his dark hairs that only add to his ruggedly masculine good looks.

He’s so fixated on me, his intense stare going over my body, over the tight black dress that covers my slender body, down my long legs to my stiletto heels, then back up again. It’s such an erotic experience to have someone look at me like this, and my heart beats faster in my chest. My nipples stiffen against the lacy material of my bra, and by the time he finally descends on me, I’m practically squirming with need.

He goes for my lips. But a different set of lips this time.

Taking hold of my ankles, he slides his grasp up my calves and thighs, pushing my dress up as he reaches in under and gently peels my panties away. The amount of slick, sticky honey is embarrassing, but he just dives in, so eager to taste me. And I can’t help but moan out as my saviour lashes along my slit, tasting me in the most intimate way imaginable.

I haven’t had a sip to drink all night, but his touch and those sensations are making me feel tipsy.

My head tilts back into the pillow as my legs wrap around his shoulder, giving him access to my most personal parts.

“Oh, ahh,” I gasp, words no longer working as his tongue trails along my pussy, circling around my throbbing clit.

It’s intensity like I’ve never felt! The exhilaration of the moment where I nearly died like a drug, a concoction that helps make every little lick and swirl of his tongue around my sensitive clit an intense experience.

He grabs my thighs, sinking his strong, battered fingers into my flesh as he ravenously eats at my pussy, giving a low, guttural growl of desire as he gets into the act with such passion.

“Just there,” I whimper as he swirls his tongue with the exact right amount of force, the perfect angle to make a swell of energy go through my body. I reach down, touching my left breast overtop my dress, but it’s not enough.

I slip my fingers in against my bare flesh, my hard nipple prodding my palm as I lightly squeeze myself in time with his rhythmic licking.

He looks up at me, over my slender body, across the sight of me toying with my own breasts. And he growls lower, hungrily. He works at my slit with such devoted skill, and it’s not long before I feel that pleasure coiling inside me, my spine arching as I breathe heavier, harder.

He has me crying out, filling the chamber with echoing screams before he finally pulls his mouth from my cunny, licking away the gleaming honey, and using the back of his hand to get what his tongue can’t.

My world is spinning, my body filled with such bliss, but I’m not yet satiated. I’m still needy for him, and my hands reach out, desperate to feel his weight atop me, his mouth back on mine.

My fingers curl into the waist of his denim pants, and he looks down, then to me, a silent question: are you sure?

I’m sure. And I tug at him to let him know, and that’s all it takes.

Those big, strong hands of his go to his belt and he unbuckles it in a heartbeat. In another, he pries open the button and those pants start to come down. My heart stops yet again, in a night full of heart stopping moments, as I see his thick slab of throbbing manhood topple out before me and smack against my mons.

I can’t help but stare. He’s absolutely beautiful, and I’m sucking in on my lower lip once more, excitement flooding me all over again. I can feel my thighs slicken with my juices, and I squirm as I tug up my dress.

Luckily, he gets the hint, and his fingers go to my zipper, quickly helping me out of my dress.

Then, in another fluid motion, he removes my bra, and aside from my heels, I’m completely naked in front of a man I’ve only just met.

And it feels amazing.

But none of that compares to the feeling that happens after he takes his thick, veiny shaft in hand, and presses that full tip against me. When he sinks inside me, I scream my throat hoarse.

Chapter 4 - Lev

Watching this beautiful woman of my dreams lay naked before me is beyond anything I ever truly thought could happen. But to watch and feel as her tight little pink pussy stretches around my shaft is mind blowing.

I can’t help but moan out as I sink in. Her tiny hands trembling as they squeeze and scratch at me, both pleading with me to stop and urging me on as I move in, and in, hilting myself in that heavenly embrace of her warm, wet cunt.

She’s even more perfect than I could’ve dreamed, the taste of her honey still on my tongue. It’s like an aphrodisiac, and it has me stiffer than I can ever recall being before.

My hand presses into the mattress beside her head as I let herself get used to my thickness, but each thud of my heart makes my cock swell, and she gasps in that mix of pain and pleasure that sounds so sweet to my ears. Once I’ve given her enough time to adjust, I pull my hips back, and her hands instantly go to my ass, her manicured nails digging into my flesh.

I watch her face as best as I can when I first tug back my hips and thrust into her, enjoying the expression of excited, surprised bliss. But the pleasure of her tight little body is too much for me, and I can’t will my eyes to stay open long as I lose myself in her.

Again and again I pump my cock into her, grunting and groaning aloud with the sound of her moans and squeals piercing the air. Despite the difference in our sizes, me so big, her so incredibly tiny and taut, we fit together perfectly. And the sound of my balls slapping her tight little ass resound with our pleasured moans as I build up my pace within her.

My mouth finds her skin once more, my tongue lashing against the hollow of her throat before I move my way up, tugging on her earlobe. I can hear her dulcet moans so well next to her like this. I hunger for her, for that sound of pleasure, and I nip her earlobe once more.

My hand goes to her thigh, coaxing her leg back further. She’s so flexible and limber, but I have to ease off to let her get used to my going so deep. Once she does, though, and both her ankles are locked around my neck, I feel like I’m in heaven.

I can feel myself pulsing with excitement inside of her, stretching that tight little pink ring of her pussy all the more as I glance down for a second. I’ve never been with a woman that’s felt one tenth as satisfying, and the rhythmic slaps of our flesh are the only music to usher us into this blissful act.

Letting one hand wander, I feel her tummy, squeeze her chest, and tease those little nipples of hers. Pinch, lightly twist and flick those stiff buds.

I love how much she likes being manhandled by me. She looks so delicate, but oh, the way she cries out and sucks in breath when I pinch her just so...

I’ve never heard a song half so beautiful as this.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” I growl before I bite her neck, punishing her for drawing out such a personal confession.

It drives her over the edge again and her scream is piercing. But more than that, her little body spasms about me, that tight pussy clenching and milking my cock. And for all my bravado, I can’t hold back any longer.

My dick swells, I shiver and moan, and before I know it I’m thrusting myself into the hilt and letting loose my thick stream of creamy cum. Nothing between us as I moan and buck, pumping this stunning beauty full of my virile seed.

When finally, we still, slowly returning to reality, we meet one another’s gaze, and neither of us is certain of what we should do next.

Epilogue - Sonya

“I’m going to call you every day,” Cassie promises as she pulls me into another hug. Her and Andrei have brought me to the airport, but saying goodbye to them both is so hard. We’ve been through so much together, and after Andrei found out about my being kidnapped, well... I’m surprised he let me go at all.

He’s not really my brother, but I think of him in that way, and I know he thinks of me as his little sister. He’s been looking out for me for so long, but now it’s time for me to spread my wings and find my own place in the world out from under his protection.

“You contact Maksim the second you get to Paris,” he says, making me promise, and I roll my eyes as I grin.

“You sound like a father,” I say, but then I lean in, kissing their son’s forehead. “I guess it suits you.”

He laughs before pulling me in for a hug. “Maksim and Liv will take you out for a lovely dinner, and knowing that you have someone looking after you overseas will make me rest easier.”

Just then, Lev returns from the washroom, and he shoots Andrei a glare.

“Oh and what am I, chopped liver?” he asks before he puts his arm protectively around my waist.

“I can’t believe I’m losing my best guard just because he believes he’s fallen in love. With my little Sonya, no less!” Andrei says, exaggerating as usual.

Lev laughs, a dark rumble in his chest as he squeezes me close. “I’ve loved this ballerina since you first forced me to watch her perform. So really, this is all your fault.”

Andrei and Cassie give their final goodbyes as Lev begins to guide me towards the departures. His fingers stroke my side lovingly the entire while, and I feel so safe by his side. He smiles down at me as we walk through the busy airport, and he looks so boyishly handsome as he leans in and kisses my temple.

“I’m the luckiest man in the world today,” he says with that gorgeous growl of his.

I can barely believe how my entire life changed overnight, but I’m excited to see what the next chapter holds.

An amazing new boyfriend, a trip to Paris, and the world at our fingertips.

It doesn’t get any better than this.

The End