Obsessed: Bad Russian, #1

By Alice May Ball

"I LOVE A WOMAN WITH AN APPETITE."
If only he knew!

Powerful, wealthy Alexandr spies Cate, the young American art student, and he knows exactly what he wants.
When Cate sees huge, gorgeous Alexandr, his power and his strength make her tremble, fearful.

When she learns how passionate and determined he is, Cate starts to wonder what it might be like to feel all of the Russian oligarch's power.

This steamy, fast and sizzling hot, insta-love romance has pent-up passion and fulfillment of raw, surging need, enough to start a forest fire. There's no cheating and a Happy Ever After Ending guaranteed to leave you breathless.

• Language: English
• Publisher: TzR Publishing
• Release date: Aug 10, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201158941

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Chapter One

Him

THERE IS PAIN AND there is good pain. This will be good pain.

As soon as I burst through the massive mahogany double doors, I know that I have found her. The St Petersburg University lecture hall doors slam against the wall. The audience is scattered around the curved auditorium. All their heads turn and their necks crane around. Everyone wants to know who dared to interrupt the defense minister’s talk. The minister looks up and stammers over his speech. I’m high up in the dark and in the farthest part of the hall from the stage. He recognizes me. His face drains pale and he falls silent.

The heady, sweet scent of her snatches my attention, and I forget about the minister. She fills my senses. I know at once that I’ve found what I’ve waited and searched for. What I need. My perfect woman.

I came to see the defense minister. But this is more important. I look around to find her, anxious to know how beautiful she is. I know she will be curvy with an eager light in her eyes.

My highly attuned sense of a scent draws me. My nose brings my eyes straight to her. She is beautiful. A womanly girl. As lovely as I always knew she would be. Soft. Young. My heart pounds and my cock thickens, hardening. Her skin has a peachy, golden glow. A tumble of blonde curls frames the glisten of her big, brown eyes.

My businesses and enterprises have made me billions, but I only care about the money to pursue my obsession. The clubs, the industries, the trading funds, and all of the employees spread across all eleven time zones of Russia, they all exist only to make the money to feed my needs.

My destiny and my curse for the whole of my life, my hyper-tuned sense for scent has been a talent and a torture. When I walk into a bar, the distinct scents of every woman call out to me. They all want me. Whether they admit it or not, it’s a fact. If I needed to, I could easily prove it.

It’s a kind of small torture for me because I have no desire for them. A physical reaction often occurs. Then I look at each one.

It happened on the way here as I ran up the stairs. A beautiful girl saw me. She straightened. Swelled her chest and bounced her huge, gorgeous tits. Immediately I caught her scent. The call of her desire.

As my nostrils detected her, her eyes widened. An inviting smile spread on her lips as she lifted her chin and pushed her chest forward. Her fingers traced the side of her neck. She drew breath. She wasted her time. I already knew the signal from her scent.

It is painful for me. She wants me. Urgently. She’s beautiful. I don’t care. It’s not her I need. She presses back against the wall as I pass her, tilting her chin. Her fingers spread on her thigh. Raising her skirt. I know. It’s not her. She’s not the one that I’m looking for.

I have power with men because of the other side of that talent. When I approach a man, I smell that he fears me immediately. Without having to look at a man, I know who and what he fears. His scents give him to me.

If he is not stupid, he will detect how completely I have read him. The smart man will show me his throat. He hurries to give me what I want. I will reward him with work, with responsibility, and with riches, because I know that I can trust him. The clever one, the skillful one. The one who looks for ways to serve me.

I will make use of him, and I will pay him well. I will care for his family. Their medical bills. Everything. As long as he is loyal.

Too many of the others strike poses to resist me. Defiant ones who think they can beat me. I know them on sight. They cause me pain. For I know I will have to hurt them. Sooner or later. The stronger they are, the more defiant they are, the more I will have to hurt them. I hate that.

Some I have to kill. Why don’t they just give me what I want?

Now, this moment, everything is different. I have her scent in my nostrils. My life has changed.

I see her. When she looks back at me, I feel her. The iron tang of blood rises on my tongue. My muscles all buzz and sing. The bench presses, squats, and deadlifts, and the running that I did this morning left my body zinging. My first sight of her makes all of my nerves and sinews crackle.

My cock uncoils, fattens, swells and lengthens. The strain behind my pants makes a hard ache.

Now I know what it has all been for. My life’s work has been to tune my senses. To make me ready for this moment. To prepare me. So that when the time came, I would know her.

I will have her. Taste her. Devour her and own her.

My blood pounds. All six feet seven of me is engaged. Every sinew in my body sings.

I would pull apart her heavenly thighs right now. Feel the heat of her wetness. Press my body between her soft, round breasts. They swell and heave as I stare into her eyes.

First I need her to make her understand. To feel ready. To need it the way that I do. I want her on fire so that her passion can match mine. She will. I feel it beginning already. Her scent has changed. Her body is responding to me.

She shifts in her seat. My gaze is intense. I disturb her. Her eyes widen. Her lips part. I want to taste her mouth. Feel the quiver in her hot breath. Bruise those lips with my own. Slide my tongue between them. Press my tongue against hers. Lift her by her gorgeous ass. Wrap her around me. Fill her and fill her.

I will give her everything she desires. All that she needs. I must have her. And I will. Waiting is hard but it will be worth it. It will be wonderful and we will make many, many babies.

I hold up one finger. It means Wait. I look in her eyes. She understands.

She must wait. And so must I.

What a fine, delicious agony this will be.

Chapter Two

Her

MY FIRST SIGHT OF him hit me like a flash of lightning. A man of absolute power.

I understood just enough to keep up with the ‘Welcome’ talks, though my Russian is bad, so it took a lot of effort. I