Recessive Gifts Page 11

  “If this was a twist on fifty shades of gray, then at least the main character has some backbone and is not weak and timid.”

  Zena snorted from Yuri's comment as she fought hard not to chuckle. The room was silent for a second, as Zena composed herself.

  Yuri walked up to Zena and attempted to reach for her hand. “How’s your hand? I can have my doctor look at it.”

  Zena backed away, yanking her hand away. “Don’t fucking worry about me! Worry about the next whore you can convince to suck your dick!”

  “Don’t be such a stubborn bitch!” Yuri shouted as he followed Zena. “I’m just trying to help you. I get it, you don’t fucking want to seem like a mooch or a gold digger.” He pushed Zena on the wall, hovering his body over her. “You also don’t want to be in debt and owe someone money! But if someone wants to give you something and doesn’t want anything in return, then you should stop looking a gift horse in the mouth! Open your eyes and see that someone genuinely wants to do something for you, because they might want to impress you because they are captivated with you and show that they are willing to lend you a hand when you need it!”

  Zena saw red when she heard the word bitch. She attempted to head-butt him in the face. Everything went black for a second, and when Zena opened her eyes, Yuri’s slightly cold lips were locked on to hers. as he forced his tongue in her mouth. Gripping onto his shirt, Zena tried to push and punch him away, but he was using all his body strength to stand his ground. Yuri pulled his head back, as his lips gradually pressed away from Zena’s lips. Anger swiftly became lust, as Zena felt so many conflicting emotions. There was something about Yuri that drawn her to him. She began to like the situation that was happening as her body relaxed, caving into her sexual urges, she yanked Yuri back to her lips.

  Yuri felt Zena’s body relaxing, as he kissed her back passionately. His tongue wrapped around her tongue as he made sure their lips stayed locked together. He pressed his knee between her legs and held it tightly there, so all her weight was pressed on that one knee. With one hand, he slid his hand up Zena’s thigh and propped it on the side of her waist. Yuri rocked his body to make Zena’s lower body dry hump his leg. Zena quickly moaned from the sensation.

  ‘Why does this feel so good?’ Zena thought to herself, ‘I can’t think straight. Come to think of it, I had no problem with him until he started to act like he knows everything. If he wasn’t such an ass, we could get along.’

  Yuri's voice echoed in Zena’s head. One word louder than others, he was trying to impress her because he was fascinated with her. He was right about some of the stuff he told her. He saved her from being attacked. If he wanted, he could have taken advantage of her with the situation or stop the attack and go on his way. He didn’t do any of that. He took care of her and made sure she was ok and was sent somewhere safe. Also, because of him, she didn’t go completely broke and homeless. He even went out of his way to put a rose in her car as a romantic gesture. No one had ever done something like that as a romantic gesture. The way he did it, it could have been done differently so that it wouldn’t lead to a fight. Que and Liam both told her that Yuri didn’t know how to show what he was feeling, and he was standoffish sometimes, but when he does something, it’s for a reason. If it were anyone else, he wouldn’t give a crap about them and ignore them.

  Zena began to realize that Yuri was not the person she thought he was. When she first met him, she was attracted to him, secretly she still was. As she let her emotions run loose, she could feel his emotions flowing into her. As their heads moved around aggressively, she felt everything he held bottled crash into her. He wanted to light a spark with her, which now he has successfully have done.

  Yuri pulled his lips away from Zena so she could catch her breath. As he gazed at her, his eyes roared back to life. Zena ogled at Yuri, as his eyes enchanted her. Hungrily, Yuri kissed Zena again. His hands explored under her shirt to take it off. Her bra was pulled over her breasts. He kissed Zena on the neck before he gently bit and suck on it. Zena’s body jolted as she moaned, which made Yuri smirked, as he licked on her throat before he sucked on it again.

  His tongue wandered down to her breast and her nipple. His canine traced around her nipple as it teased her. Lightly, he nibbled his teeth on her breast. Gradually, he roughly flicked his tongue around her Hershey kiss nipple. Zena gripped her fingers through Yuri’s silky hair. He groaned as he enjoyed the feel of her fingers in his hair. It was obvious that she liked the way it felt.

  With ease, Yuri grabbed onto Zena and lifted her body over his shoulders. He grunted as he was glad she was wearing a skirt, as he pushed his face in between Zena’s legs. He licked his tongue through the fabric of her panties to make her more sexually aroused. Zena gripped onto Yuri’s hair, as she wrapped her legs around Yuri’s upper shoulders, making sure she didn’t fall.

  Yuri let out a soft moan, enjoying Zena’s sudden reaction from him throwing her over his shoulders. He managed to hold her with one hand and used the other hand to pull down her panties. Once Zena’s panties got pulled on her ankle, his hands gripped on her ass as he dug his face into her vagina to eat her out. He groaned in pleasure as she smelled and tasted appealing to him. It felt like a drug that he couldn’t get enough of. The horny man lowered Zena’s body and pinned her to the wall, as he continued to suck and lick her womanhood aggressively. His cock became stiff from being turned on by Zena’s loud moaning.

  Not wanting to give her the satisfaction to orgasm yet, Yuri lowered Zena down and used his hand to hold her. One finger went into her vagina, while the other went into her ass. Zena’s eyes popped open, as her hips rocked wild, and her nails clawed onto Yuri's arm. Yuri heard Zena yell, “holy shit,” and couldn’t help but snicker a little because of her reaction. It was visibly a new sensation for her. While he fingered her, Yuri unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his pants.

  Zena never felt so aroused as Yuri had his way with her, making her body hot yet cold all over. She felt light-headed and almost like she had been drinking. The room was spinning. She never felt so many different emotions at the same time. How could arguing with a person lead to sex like this? Is this angry sex like she had seen many times in movies and TV shows? Yeah, it was clear what they were doing was indeed angry sex and something more. Whatever it truly was, it was filling and pure ecstasy.

  Yuri panted into Zena’s ear as his body pinned her to the wall. The impact from Yuri pushing Zena into the wall made random objects fall from it. The CEO kissed and nibbled on Zena’s ear lobe with his teeth, making her get even more worked up as he pulled out his cock. When she was good and ready, Yuri gripped onto Zena’s legs and wrapped them around his waist. He slid her onto his dick and began to thrust, as he once again pinned her body to the wall, making more stuff fall off. Zena's nails dug into Yuri’s back, leaving marks. That only made him like the pain, giving him more arousal to the sex. With no warning, Yuri began to get rough. Their bodies smacked together, making the walls shake. He moved Zena’s legs over his shoulders. It made Zena surprised that she could even flex the way she did.

  Anyone could hear the cries and screams of pure pleasure from outside of the door. Yuri didn’t care if anyone could hear, and he wanted Zena to cry even louder, as he drilled into Zena faster to make her moan and scream more.

  “Yell my name,” Yuri moaned into Zena’s ear. “Say my name.”

  “Yu…” Zena was at Yuri's mercy. She felt dominated by him as he fucked her and couldn’t help but like it a lot. Now she knew why some people enjoyed being dominated. There was something about it that made everything exhilarating. “Yuri!”

  “Say it again,” Yuri demanded.

  “Yuri!” Zena cried again.

  Yuri kissed Zena on the lips, as he continued to fuck her roughly. He didn’t want to stop and could have kept going for hours. He captured her, and now she was in his net and didn’t want to let her go. If she didn’t have feelings for him, then she wouldn’t let him get this far. If she resis
ted his advances or just flat out said no, he would have backed away from her. Yuri wasn’t the type of person who would force sex on a woman. He would sense if a woman didn’t want it or not. He knew the sexual tension between them was there and broke down the barrier between them.

  After a while, he felt Zena was about to come to her limit, as her walls squeezed on Yuri’s dick tighter, making him ready to release himself.

  Yuri grunted and panted, as his paced slowed down, knowing that he was coming near to his climax. Zena screamed when she orgasmed, yet Yuri didn’t pull out of her until he finally exploded inside of her. After he was done, he let Zena catch her breath. Surprisingly, Yuri didn’t look like he was tired at all.

  Just by looking at her, Yuri could tell that Zena became zoned out from the sex they had. With care, Yuri carried Zena over to his lounge chair and laid her down. After he fixed her clothes so she could be decent, he caressed her face and watched her drift off to sleep. He couldn’t lie to himself anymore; she was melting his cold heart. The feeling that he was feeling had happened without it even giving him time to get ready to fight it off. It crashed in his face with full force. Yuri would never admit it to anyone, but he had lost to her. Some mighty, cold-hearted, emotionless vampire Yuri was. If he wanted Zena to stick around, he had to approach her differently than how he does with other women.

  Sweetly, Yuri kissed sleeping beauty on the lips. “I will protect you, and if you let me, I’ll show you the world you never knew existed.”

  *******

  Zena woke up in a giant bed under the most comfortable comforter in the world. It felt like she was lying on a soft puffy cloud. When she attempted to move, her back and inner thigh were sore. Her legs shouldn’t go the way they did when Yuri threw them on his shoulders. He nearly fucked the breath out of her! She could barely breathe because she couldn’t stop crying in pleasure. When she had sex with Liam, she thought that sex with anyone else wouldn’t be the same. She was dead wrong. Both men were equally filling and had her wanting more. Would it be selfish if she wanted to be with them both? She knows that they are best friends. What would Liam think if he found out that she slept with Yuri? Would he be mad at her? Did she even know how she felt about Yuri? Did she like him, or was it the fact that both of their sexual urges just lashed out at each other in the heat of an argument? If she wants anything else to do with Yuri, she first must see if they could even tolerate each other.

  Painfully, Zena got out of bed and dragged herself out to the room. When she opened the door, the scent of food wafted to her nose, as she walked into a luxuriously decorated home. Trying not to drool, Zena wandered to the kitchen and leaned on a counter that opened into the kitchen.

  “Fuck that smells so good,” Zena blurted out uncontrollably.

  Yuri looked back at Zena. He seemed like a completely different person from what Zena could remember. When he looked at her, he appeared gentler and less cold. He still looked kind of cold-hearted, but it wasn’t as much now. “Sleep well? How is your body feeling?”

  Zena stared blankly at Yuri as she stood frozen in place from him acting kind. It also seemed like he was pretending that what happened that led to sex didn’t even occur. She wouldn’t blame him. They went from fighting straight to sex. There wasn’t anything to say or address after that. All anyone could do was brush it off and pretend they didn’t have a huge fight. “Uggg….I guess I slept ok, but my back and legs are killing me.”

  “If you let me, I can help ease that pain.” Yuri looked back at the food he was cooking.

  The kitchen was a chef’s dream as it had a countertop gas stove and two ovens. Black Stainless-steel pots hung from a pot rack for both decorations and storage. The microwave doubles as a third oven as it had many different features for cooking different things. Over the wall by the stove hung chef knives and cooking utensils on a magnetic wall holder.

  “Ok, who are you?” Zena just cut to the chase. What was happening now just felt weird and awkward? “Are you Yuri’s twin brother? Is your name Luri?”

  Yuri chuckled a little bit. When he did that, Zena could see his body move from laughing silently. “No, I don’t have a twin brother.” He turned and walked over to Zena. “Look, I know we started on the wrong foot, but can we have a do-over?”

  A do-over?” Zena snickered a little, shrugging her shoulders. “Sure, why not? Someone suggested I should give you a second chance. I might take them up on what they said.”

  Yuri grabbed on to Zena’s wounded hand and rubbed his fingers on the top. “Does it still hurt?”

  Zena couldn’t help but feel a little flustered when Yuri grabbed onto her hand. It felt like a fire lit inside of her as he held her hand. She hoped he wouldn’t let go of it. “Yeah, it still kind of hurts a little.”

  “I can teach you how to throw a punch the right way, so you won’t injure yourself. The way you did, it was right, but how you had your fist was not.”

  “So, you want to teach me self-defense? “

  “That’s if you want to. It would be good to know how to handle men twice your size.”

  Zena smirked “I know how to handle myself. I know some martial arts and some kickboxing.” she paused as her inner self snorted at herself. “Well enough to know how to hurt someone enough for me to run.”

  “But knowing the proper technique would make it more efficient.”

  Zena thought to herself about Yuri’s offer. “Alright, fine,” teasingly, she replied, “When or if the next time we see each other, you can teach me how to fight properly.”

  There was an awkward silence in the room. Soon, Zena decided to say something to break it. “So, you were trying to impress me. You sure have a funny way of making a good impression on someone.”

  “Well, I don’t try when I want to impress someone, but with you, it was kind of different. I’m not used to ‘hey I like you let’s see how it goes’ type of thing. I do admit you bring something out in me that I’ve never felt before.”

  Zena blushed from Yuri's blunt response on how he outright admitted that she brought something out he never knew he had. It felt like he was saying that he had fallen in love at first sight. Come to think of it, when they were having sex, it felt like Yuri was confessing his love for her. It did seem like he was expressing how he felt and how it was making him frustrated that she was making things hard to get the message across.

  Yuri massaged Zena’s hand, as he recited a poem to her in Russian. It was about how a man loved a woman, but he refused to express how he felt and did everything the wrong way. Because he didn’t want to reveal his genuine love for her, he pushed her away, making her go into the arms of another man. He found out too late that he could have said or done the simplest things to make her know she was his everything. If only he conveyed his love, then her heart would stay his forever.

  Zena didn’t understand what Yuri was saying, but it sounded sexy. She didn’t have to follow the language to know that he was telling her what he was trying to tell her. Somehow, she understood the gest of the poem he recited to her, but she mostly was lost in hearing him speak in his native tongue.

  Yuri leaned toward Zena, smirking, as he whispered sweet nothings in Russian into her ear. Her body shivered as she closed her eyes. Smoothly, he rubbed his finger on Zena’s lips as their faces almost touched.

  “I always found the Russian accent pretty attractive,” Zena confessed, pulling her head back. “I know not a lot of people think highly of Russians, but I find their architecture and art amazing.”

  “Well, where I come from is not completely part of Russia. But yes, if you look past the communist stuff, Russia is a beautiful place.” Yuri talked about the history of Russia.

  Zena's face beamed in delight while Yuri gave her a history lesson. She loved learning about different cultures and their history. The young woman could watch countless hours of documentaries. Yuri sounded like he knew about a lot of stuff and was highly educated. She would love to know what type of work he did, even if
she might not be able to understand some of it.

  “I like learning about history and different cultures,” Zena stated. “There’s something about it that helps me understand the world a little bit more. Also, learning where some of the fairy tales come from. This might sound like I’m a little crazy, and I’m too much into stuff like this, but I feel like the stories that we are told could be true. For example, the story of Dracula. History says he was real, but he wasn’t a vampire. What if he was and over the years the story was like the telephone game. Each person gets the information wrong or changes it to make it different—kind of like with the Grimm fairy tale stories. There are many different versions of it. Which I would love to read or know someone who knows the original stories.”

  “Well, you're sort of right. Stories are told because it probably did happen, or someone just made it up completely, which made it seem like it was true. Not a lot of people come to that conclusion. People sometimes believe whatever story they are told and don’t investigate it. Who knows, maybe vampires and stuff like that are real, and no one even knows it?”

  Zena chuckled. “You know I always daydream about scenarios of what if. I imagine that there are other types of intelligent life other than human beings. Some stories or movies I have read and seen make it feel like I’ve lived that life. Sometimes I wish that aliens would someday come and be like ‘hey look you humans are not so special’, Or somehow, I stumble into Narnia.” she sarcastically rolled her eyes. “And if I truly believe, I will wake up someday with some sort of special magic powers that I never knew about.” She laughed from being so sarcastic. “Yeah seems childish, and like I want to escape reality but…. with everything that is happening in the world today, it is sometimes good to think things like that. When you pay attention to history and how we humans act, one has to wonder why don’t people wake up and stop repeating the past? There is so much hate, greed, and corruption that can be prevented. We, humans, are gullible to what we don’t know or understand. Some embrace it and just go with the flow while others fear it, so they lash out. You have one group that says ‘hey stop all the hate, racism, and fear-mongering. Let’s all live in one happy harmony world’, while there’s another group, who lashes back, saying that someone who might not be real will not approve of it and burn them in the afterlife. They refuse to do things they don’t understand or willing to change what they have known. Pretty much, they don’t want the world to evolve. They want society to stay the way it is and people to obey what they think is best without any say. They want the world to be a modern dark age. At least they have ‘magic technology’ to keep them entertained. But at the end of the day, both sides are in a never-ending fight and will never want to try to see a middle ground. It’s either one way or the other. Which is probably why I can’t fit in anywhere. Yes, I want world peace and stuff, but on the other hand, everyone can’t have what they want to make them unique. You can’t just decide that for sure, you want to become a Barbie gender and expect everyone else in the world to understand your reason or accept it without backlash. Also, those who are sexually attracted to wanting to fuck trees are just fucking insane and nuts! Which is why there needs to be an in-between for logic and reasoning. Besides, I like the poison food that probably will give me cancer and shorten my life. I’m not giving that up! Let it fucking kill me! Fuck that gluten-free healthy food shit. I would love cage-free and grass-fed meat, but fuck, I’m not rich! I still want my fucking meat no matter how it was killed or treated. There are many things I would like to see better in the world, but we can’t force it down everyone’s throats or pressure people into accepting everything.”