THE RUSSIAN MAFIA'S ANGEL

"Come here," Ares said, pulling Ava from behind.

She giggled as she dropped to his lap, the sounding causing warmth in his ears.

"How are you back so soon? Did you meet your professor?" He asked, staring intensely into her beautiful brown eyes.

"I did. I explained how hard I worked on my project, and proved it wasn't the work of some kind of AI," she explained.

"That's good. I'm proud of you." He stroked her cheeks, and they went inflamed.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"No, thank you. Despite all you had to do, you still made time to sew the strippers dress for the night. They look really unique tonight," he said.

Her eyes briefly went to the stripper that was working the stage, and her brow lifted curiously.

"That's not my handwork," she said.

"What?" He asked, stroking her back gently.

"The designs I made, I sent through a shipping company that couldn't deliver on time. I had to make use of the card you gave me to buy matching outfits, because I hoped I would come back before they hit the stage. Unfortunately, when I saw Luciana, she said not to bother about the outfit because they already had an alternative," she narrated the events just like they happened.

"Oh." his brow furrowed, as he wondered where they had gotten such lovely outfits from.

It also didn't go over his head, the absence of Sasha.

He guessed Ivar had picked the punishment he felt befitting, and that was to keep her away from the stage.

A pretty diabolical move, because she bedded opening night hype, to set the tone for the rest of the season.

"What?" Ava asked, pushing his face towards her.

She loved when he looked at her, and only her.

She was his special woman, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

"Nothing. A thought just came to my mind. Anyway, I'm glad you're back."

"I'm glad to be back too. But who is that man you can't stop staring at?"

He made an amused sound, grateful that she was just as smart as she was beautiful.

"It's the cop investigating me."

"Are you nervous?" She cupped his face into her soft hands.

He lifted his brow, and she got the message. Nodding her head, she smiled.

"Of course not. You're Area Arseny after all," she said, and kissed his cheeks.

"You're trying to start something, Ava," he said in a warning tone.

"I just missed you a lot." She shrugged.

"How much?"

She leaned into his ear, and giggled. "A whole lot."

He was quick on his feet, carrying her along with him.

Following a back exit, he walked into the first room he knew no one would interrupt them.

The second he dropped her to the ground in the room, he pushed her against a wall

She lifted one of her legs, and like a flexible gymnast, wrapped it around his waist.

He kissed her without any hesitation, and she returned the passion of his kiss with feverish reciprocation.

This was it, he thought. A real woman in his opinion.

She wasn't like those blonde demons he detested.

He was already the devil, so why would he want to further taint his soul with the aura's of demons?

Blonde women were that to him. All of them with no exceptions.

Ava was different. She was brunette. The ones he considered real angels.

He needed purity to have a semblance of salvation, and she represented that to him.

Returning his attention to her, he brought his lips to her neck.

He didn't know why he had even thought about blondes.

They had nothing to do with what he was doing now.

She moaned into his ears, causing him to harden.

"I missed you so much," she cried in his ears as he massaged her breasts through her clothes.

He liked how expressive he taught her to be. He needed to know what she wanted, and the best way to please her.

Someone like her deserved it. Better than the uppity brats that considered themselves too Porsche for the pleasures of the world.

"I want you in my mouth," she announced to him, and his hardness pulsated.

She went down on her knees in front of him, her hands working on his pants as she did.

He closed her eyes when she took his hardness into her wet mouth.

A shudder ran through him, when haunting blue eyes formed in the darkness.

It wasn't Ava's. Hers was a gorgeous brown.

It had to be one of those demons. The one with the quick tongue, and rocky emotions.

She could never be his Ava. He rebuked that manifestation even before destiny could think of making it happen.

"Fuck!" He hissed between his teeth, when Ava pushed her tongue between his tip.

He grabbed the back of her head, and pulled her forcefully.

His hardness filled the back of her throat, causing her to gag a little.

The sound drove home crazy with pleasure.

That cold demon could never light up a man this way.

There was a clear difference he reveled in.

His Ava was all woman. Flesh, and all. Vibrant, and eager to please. A real woman.

Opening his eyes, he kept his gaze on her, because he didn't want to think about anyone else but her.

With one hand, Ava dragged her top down, showing him her pair of huge titties that drove him absolutely mad.

Once more, there was an image flash in his head.

It was water dripping from hair to shirt. Black shirt once his.

The middle part especially. Outlining small tits with giant nipples.

He shook his head vigorously, wading off that image.

That was nothing in comparison to his Ava, and her beautiful bouncing pair of breasts.

She brought him deep into her throat, and he stiffened.

Shutting his eyes again, he reached for one tit, and squeezed it.

She squeezed him the same way with her tongue, causing the earth to stand still for a second.

However, as he climaxed, it wasn't his beautiful Ava he saw.

It was that damned blonde demon. Her lips to his ears, as she whispered.

"Mr Unicorn."