Right now, I really have no interest in dealing with her spoilt antics. She might have been kept from the world in her father’s house.
Over indulged to a fault, but did she really expect Sergei to be pleased with the rags she had on?Fucking hell, the sooner he marries her perhaps the better for us all.
I grip the steering wheel and ignore her questions.
“Okay fine, I know you heard me but you are trying to be difficult. I had no idea that dress would rip and...”
“Give everyone an eyeful of Sergei’s precious jewels?” I replied in jest. Her eyes widened.
“What did you see a lot?”she asks.
I laugh.
Of course I saw a whole lot. I saw her gorgeous legs, any lower I would have had my fill of seeing her wet beautiful pussy. I wondered, is it manicured or shaved? She will need to have it shaved if she wants to please Sergei.
She scoffed and turned her face away.
Then she said in a low voice, “Well I will have you know, it is natural. Not that you would want to know that?”
I gripped the steering wheel even tighter, fucking hell I felt my cock lurch in my pants when she described her royal lady parts. “Down boy,” I whispered underneath my breath. But honestly, it was fucking too late for all that. My pre cum ran out of my tip and coated up my pants. Damn, well luckily I have on dark gray pants so that should mask everything. She should not tempt me this way. It will not end well.
“I have no interest in seeing the boss’s wife’s body,” I lied. The truth was, that is exactly what I wished would happen. But no woman is worth the risk. If anything, yes I am damaged. I have had a lot of Sergei’s cast offs. Not that I am proud of it all but I did. She would certainly not be the first although it would never have happened prior to his wedding. It would be right after. But this time around Irina is making it difficult not to want her. Fuck! The sooner I give her back to him the better.
I swerved the vehicle in to the parking spot and announced, “We are here!”
She gasped and stared out the window!
“Freaking hell, where are we? Is this....is this Giannis?”
“ Yes...The best designer in Los Angeles. He has closed his store to cater to you only today.” I said stepping out the car before she could respond.
I went ahead and opened her door, cursing underneath my breath. I wished fucking Blake had taken her on this ride instead of me. But I dare not say that.
I slam the door hard startling her.
“Sorry didn’t mean to do that, Lets go!” I slid my hand in hers and lead her stoically into the showroom.
The moment we got into the store, I said, “Pick one and lets go!”
She stared back at me with her innocent eyes which fucking made me hard. I wished she wouldn’t do that, tempt me. There are consequences to such actions.
She slid her hair behind her eyes and shot me a look that spoke volumes. Then she said,”They are all so expensive, surely we can go to the mall? I can find something cheaper there.”
I shook my head. She obviously still does not understand. This is not about her. This is about Sergei. She is going to be his wife. Everyone is going to look at her and each them they do, they would see Sergei not her. Her entire identity would revolve around Dmitri. No one will remember Irina. I instead they would see Mrs. fucking Dimitri. I take in a deep breath and exhale.
“Listen this is not about you,”I said to her.
“What?”
“Listen…We do not have much time, you should pick this one!” I said picking out a demure pink number, something I was certain Sergei would love.
She looked at another red dress and said, “I would probably look better in this one.”
Fuck she was right, if it were up to me she have on that red dress. Then I would tear it off her body and toss it to the floor like a piece of rag. Just the thought made me hard.
I was fucking drawn to every thing about her. Her beautiful skin, her sexy breasts her curves everything.
Her innocence could bring a man down to his knees.
Her large nipples and perfect sized breasts looked so suckable. And that round sexy ass of hers would fit nicely in the palm of my hands.
But, I whisper underneath my breath, “she is not yours Lars.”
Even though, I was allowed to play with her as long as she remained a virgin for Sergei. That was all he truly cared about anyway breaking them in. She stared at the price tag on the dress and shrieked, “What this is too expensive. I cannot buy this.”
She grabbed the pink dress from my hands and placed it back on the rack and folded her hands. I have to admit her naivety was sexy. It softened my heart. There was something so inherently pure about her.
“I guess stealing pays well…” She said offhandedly. Her comment made me realize in that moment how intrigued I was of her. I wanted to get know more about her. I said in a soft voice., “This dress will look great on you. Try it on.”
I suddenly realized that subconsciously it was not about Sergei. If anything, now that I think about it, the pink would suit her just fine.
Hell, even a burlap would look perfect on her.
She was such a beauty. She sighed. Then she slid her dress off right leaving only her panties and bra.
I gasped my cock throbbed in my pants. She was fucking beautiful, petite perky tits with large nipples. I quickly suggested she try it on in the dressing room.
She smiled, her first, all morning.
Then she grabbed the dress and promptly put it on.
Next, She stepped out of the dressing room looking like a model.
The sales people gasped.
“She is beautiful,”One remarked. Another said, “Your boss will be pleased.”
I stared at her, yes she looked beautiful. I started having dirty thoughts of what it would feel like to be her first.
Would she scream my name? Would she dig her finger into my back and wrap her legs around my hips as I fuck her hard? Or will she lay there stiff and without any feeling? Now I am fucking hard just thinking about it all.
The old man Sergei wouldn’t be able to make her feel ultimate pleasure her first time. I was certain of this. She walked up to me, her perfect cleavage heaving as she moved. The she paused and looked into my eyes.
Just one more touch and she would be perfect.
I called for sexy six inch red soled heels and pearls.
I place her hair into a bun over her head. The ladies then pinned it up and in that moment she looked like royalty. NO scratch that she was fucking royalty. Enough of that, I am only doing this to fucking make Sergei proud.
She looked at me with those bright eyes.
“Am I perfect?”
“Yes,” I said. Then I added, “Sergei would be pleased.”
Truthfully, I was the one who was pleased. But I have to honor the brotherhood. I cannot break Sergei’s trust. She suddenly perks up.
I thank the sales people and ask that they bundle the rest of the clothes onto my Mercedes Maybach. They gasped and smiled pleased to sell out their entire inventory.
Once they were done loading up the truck I led Irina onto the vehicle. Once she got into the vehicle , I turned on the ignition and began to drive.
I am impressed, she acts like a queen.
I want to get to know her but will it be worth the risk? Moments later, I decided it was worth getting to know her. I ask her questions along the way.
She tells the only happy moment in her early life was when her mother made her home made pie days before she left. I wanted to ask some more questions but then she volunteered.