The moment I walked into the quaint, little coffee shop, my sensory receptors went into overdrive as I took in everything around me.
From the sounds of the bustling customers to the sweet smell of freshly baked pastries, every sense felt heightened and it was no different when my eyes landed on the girl behind the counter.
She was bent over, showing off that perky little ass that I hadn't been able to stop thinking about, and as I approached the counter, I tilted my head a little, biting my lip as she subconsciously rocked her hips back and forth.
I watched her for a moment, silently appreciating how good she looked in the daylight, while silently groaning over the fact that I still couldn't have her.
With that tight little body of hers, I knew she had to be an absolute freak and I'm really starting to regret not getting at least a little taste that night in the alley.
It feels like I can't wait anymore, but I know that good things come to those who wait, and this was something I was willing to be patient for.
"Mmmmm, Shortcake."
She was standing back up as I spoke and I could see her freeze a little with her back still facing me. I knew that stupid fucking nickname would get some type of reaction out of her.
What does she see in that guinea bitch, anyways?!
"H-huh?"
She turned to face me and I couldn't help but smirk at the bewildered look on her face as I tipped my head in the direction of the treat I wanted... besides her of course.
"I said, 'Can I get a slice of your shortcake?'"
She bit her lip and shook her head a little before she went to open the backside of the display case.
"Did you want the blueberry or the chocolate?"
I smiled to myself a little, focusing on the valley between her breasts that popped out when she leaned over.
"The chocolate... Definitely. And a cappuccino, too. Extra hot?"
Her bright, brown eyes glanced up and she caught me staring but I didn't flinch; my smile even brightened a little as she continued working.
"Coming right up."
I stood at the counter, watching her in amusement as she went to prepare my drink. I had never met a girl as beautiful as this one, and I knew there was no way I was letting her go.
And as far as my dad's plans for my future, they're just that-- his plans; certain things might still be cool in "the old country" but there's no way in Hell I'm marrying my cousin... no matter how distant she is.
I want her. And I'm gonna have her.
There's just something about her and I haven't been able to get her out of my head since our little run-in that night and besides fucking with DeLuca... now I've finally found my bride.
I shook the thoughts from my head, focusing once more on the girl that would soon enough be mine.
"What's your name, Beautiful?"
I didn't miss the cute way she nervously played with her hair before she pointed down at the nametag that I had obviously seen.
Not that it mattered-- I had known everything about this fallen little angel for a while.
"Uh... Sky."
"Oh, yeah... how could I not notice?"
My eyes bounced from her name tag back to that heavenly valley where I desperately wanted to bury my face, but when I looked back up at her, the tight forced smile on her face let me know she hadn't found me amusing.
"Your cappuccino should be ready in a few minutes."
"I don't mind waiting."
It was at this moment I mentally thanked my father for passing along his boyish good looks and charm, because a second later, she smiled before nodding over my shoulder.
"As much as I am enjoying the company, I should probably get back to work. So, just grab a table and when it's ready, I'll bring it over..."
Her sentence dragged at the end and I smiled, slightly excited that she wanted to know my name.
"Alex."
"Alex."
I sucked in a breath, trying to control the way her saying my name was affecting my body, before finding a seat to catch up on some news.
I sat for about an hour, glancing at her every few seconds, smiling to myself when I caught her looking back at me.
After leaving the note on the napkin and walking out of the cafe, I felt satisfied with myself, knowing that this was going to play out one of two ways.
Either she would tell DeLuca about me, or those two chuckleheads that thought they were invisible in the corner would tell him.
Either way...the war's coming.
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The drive back to my family compound took about an hour, and I couldn't wait for the moment until I was finally in my room.
After shutting the door and locking it behind me I walked over to my walk-in closet and after pressing a button, the wardrobe slid to the side, revealing my pride and joy: my arsenal wall.
Each piece of weaponry that hung on the fluorescent-lit back wall told a different story, and as I picked up my newest piece, I kissed the tip, feeling a stir in my pants.
Nebo, which translated to 'Sky' in Russian, was a Makarov semi-automatic pistol and as my plans for the gun ran through my mind, I used my free hand into my pants, freeing my swollen cock.
I shut my eyes and soon saw Sky, her brown eyes rolling into the back of her head as my tongue began teasing her clit.
It didn't take but a few pumps to push me over the edge and once I opened my eyes, I pulled the tip of my new gun out of my mouth and kissed the tip as I looked down at it, fully spent.
"Soon enough, my Nebo. Soon enough."
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