I had managed not to move a muscle despite the terror that I had felt running in my blood like a lethal poison.
I had let myself be taken on his terms and without replying for his rough and wild ways.
And now I felt that he would do the same thing to me.
I wanted to deny myself. I knew that he would accept it because after all he was a gentleman, but his insinuation weighed on me like a sword of Damocles and so I let him do.
"Aleksej, you disappoint me. You can't distinguish a woman who wants to fuck you from one who wants to screw you", I teased him knowing I had just signed my sentence.
"You need a good lesson", he whispered to me hoarsely, making me lean forward against the desk.
He held me still with one hand still in my hair, while with the other he lifted my skirt, lowered his pants and finally tore off my underwear for good.
He made me spread my legs and, before being able to pull me up, I felt him penetrate me with a single and powerful thrust, filling me more than I could imagine.
I screamed in dismay.
I tried to rebel, but the more I resisted, the more his member penetrated me furiously and deeply.
"I love the way you are always so wet, ready to welcome me", he murmured gravely, increasing the speed with which he thrust inside me.
I hated his words because I knew they were true. No one had ever fucked me like that, and while I despised him and made me feel submissive and inferior to him, deep down I liked and turned me on more than I was willing to admit.
Suddenly I felt his hands stretch on my hips until they reached my breasts protruding from his neckline.
I couldn't see him, but I felt his fingers pinch my nipples and torture them until they were turgid and swollen, causing me a pleasant discomfort every time they rubbed on the wood of the table with each push.
"Aleksej", I whispered in the grip of ever more uncontrollable desire, while he returned to my hips and crept between my thighs up to my clitoris, to which he reserved the same treatment as my nipples.
It took a few seconds and my body contracted due to the orgasm that hit me with the violence of a tornado.
"Stop, please", I begged him feeling my whole body in the throes of contractions around his penis that kept making room inside me and his hands that did not stop provoking me.
"I decide when to stop", he warned me hard and adamant. "I want to make you cum again."
"I can't", I gasped in exhaustion, as my body was once again letting itself be seduced by Aleksej's touch.
At one point I felt him cum inside me.
I sighed with relief, thinking that the torture was over and instead I found myself still bent forward, with one hand of Aleksej on my breast and the other still on my clitoris.
Aroused by his orgasm still throbbing inside me and his fingers sliding between my thighs, I finally felt a new orgasm rock me deeply.
"Good my babushka ", he smiled, freeing me from his body.
I dressed quickly, trying to erase from memory what we had just done.
The thong was unrecoverable, so I threw it away.
Meanwhile Aleksej opened a desk drawer and took out a small box.
He handed it to me.
"What is it?" I asked, grabbing the package and sitting on his legs.
"Open it."
I obeyed and inside I found a ring in white gold and diamonds. The brilliant cut center stone was framed between two pear cut diamonds. It was a spectacular ring. The most beautiful I've ever seen in my life.
"What does it mean?"
"You decide."
"I'm not a whore", I cleared, putting the ring on my right ring finger greedily.
"I didn't say this is the payment for your performance."
"No, but you thought so."
"I think what I want and you can do the same in this case."
"Then I'll take this ring as a proposal", I challenged him, determined to make his life hell, like the one I had spent in those months by his side.
"A proposal?! About what?" Alexey suddenly frowned.
"Of marriage", I exclaimed, unable to believe my own words. How had I come to think of such a thing? Was I going crazy or was the closeness of that man making me want things I had never wanted in my entire life?
"What?!"
"Yes, I do, Aleksej. I'll marry you", I continued, fully savoring the disappointment that appeared on his face, before bursting out laughing.
In response, he chased me away. "Get out. I'm busy."
"Me too. I have a wedding to prepare", I chuckled.
Aleksej grumbled something in Russian that I could hardly interpret. He had just said that he would only marry me when he was dead.
"Aleksej, honey, you know I don't understand Russian. Speak my language, please."
"I told you to leave. I am waiting for a person and I want to be alone with him. We need to discuss business."
His serious tone and his determined gaze immediately made me realize that the guest he was waiting for was very important.
I really needed to know who he was, so I decided to stall and I tried to kiss him to buy time, but he pushed me away again.
"Don't make me use bad manners, Danielle."
"Okay, you've won", I sighed in surrender. When I got to the door, all I heard was Aleksej answer the phone and tell the guards to let the guest in. He spoke in Russian, but I understood every word perfectly and I knew that if I wanted to catch that person, I would have to find an excuse to go downstairs through the hallway and main staircase.
Slowly I made my way to the door and went out.
Instead of returning to the room I had been assigned, I continued down the central corridor which opened onto an imposing staircase that forked symmetrically in two opposite directions, both towards the ground floor lounge.
With great satisfaction, I saw Aleksej's guest come up.
He wore sunglasses that obscured his face, but there was something familiar about him.
I stalled further, waiting for him at the top of the stairs to pass him by.
He sent me a quick glance that did not escape me, but went on pretending nothing happened.
I wanted to approach him and talk to him, but I knew that my attitude would be too suspicious and I couldn't play that occasion with the very man with whom Aleksej smuggled diamonds or exchanged them for something else.
I've been waiting for that moment for eight months.
I even went as far as going to bed with that Russian only to enter his private home, where I knew his most interesting and profitable encounters were taking place.
And now my chance had come!
The man passed me and I feigned indifference, but just as I was about to go down the stairs, I inhaled his aftershave.
It was a very peculiar and expensive perfume.
I only knew one man who used it.
A man with whom I had been in a relationship that lasted almost a year, but made up only of sporadic and quick sexual encounters and short chats, almost always centered on work or our dreams of glory.
It had been almost a year