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From Russia, With Love	By : Number9Dream Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1821 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Vladimir Kozlov, this story is purely fiction. I make no monetary gain from this story.

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That day after class she sought out Jeanine and sat her down at a table in the cafeteria.

“Dude…what’s wrong? You look like you haven’t slept in ten years.”

“I can’t keep this in anymore. I have to tell somebody.”

“What is it?” Jeanine looked alarmed.

“Vladimir has like…moved into my house. He just showed up one night and attacked me and now he is living with me.”

“Um…I don’t think I get it?”

“He showed up the other night…and he told me that basically he was going to try and force me to fall in love with him. He told me that I belonged to him and that he would stay with me and make me want him. He told me he needed me. He did all these things to me….he made me suck his cock…he raped me…” Jeanine’s eyes widened and she put up her hand.

“And…you didn’t call the police…why?” She didn’t have an answer and so she looked down. “Tell me more about this.”

“He is really quite gentle with me sometimes…he’s so passionate and so forceful…I can tell he feels very deeply for me. The things he says are like…you wouldn’t think a man would actually say those things.”

“What does he say?”

“He says like… ‘I would do anything to feel your arms around me’, and ‘You have been the subject of my every fantasy’…like shit like that that we always want to hear, you know?”

“Well, I’d chalk that up to a base knowledge of the English language. You know…I told you this guy was into you, and what did you do?”

“I actually invited him to my house the day after we discussed that and I told him that I really only wanted to be his friend. He stopped talking to me for about a week and then the next night he just showed up at my house.”

“I’ll come over today and hang out at your house while he’s there and watch what he does.” They agreed, and that day after school Jeanine followed Renae to the convenience store in her car.

They got out and walked into the store. Vladimir looked up at them and he smiled.

“Hello, girls.” They smiled back. He stepped out from behind the counter and gave her a hug.

“Oh, are you two together now?” Jeanine asked nonchalantly. Vladimir smiled and looked down at Renae, waiting for her to answer. She figured she’d go along with it.

“Oh, yeah, we are.” He beamed at her and bent down to kiss her. She didn’t think he knew she was lying. She got up on the tip of her toes and returned his kiss and smiled at him, though the smile was incredibly fake.

“Well, congratulations.” Jeanine said in the fakest voice Renae had ever heard. She turned toward him.

“Vlad…” -he blushed intensely at this new nickname- “Jeanine is going to come hang out with us tonight. Do you mind?” His face fell a bit. He was probably disappointed at the fact that he would not get to have his way with her after he returned from work.

“Oh, wonderful. It is always lovely to spend time with friends.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and looked down at her. “I should start working now. I will be home around 5 P.M. Talk you two later.” He bent down to kiss her again and smiled at her.

They walked out of the store and she could tell he was watching her with longing as she walked away.

“Renae, that’s really fucking cruel to treat him like your boyfriend when you have no real interest in him. I could tell how in love with you he is.”

“What am I supposed to do? He’s not going away.”

“You’re leading him on. Tonight after I leave are you just going to go back to treating him like he means nothing to you?” She looked away.

“I dunno, Jeanine. I’d like to love him; I really would, but I can’t. And I don’t think he’s in love with me. It’s obvious he’s very deeply in lust with me, but I don’t think he’s in love. He wants to hit the sack way too much to be in love with me. Like…he never gets tired of me.”

“Yeah, he’s in love with you, Renae. Like completely. I can tell by the way he looks at you. Maybe you’re just not looking at the moments when he’s doing it but there is pure love in his eyes. And he’s probably in lust, too, but I can tell that he really loves you. Yeah…he’s going about it all wrong…I mean like…the way he’s doing this is insane, but he’s probably dying for your affection.”

They arrived home and talked for a few hours while they waited for him to come home. When he did, he smiled at them and went to change. He came back out and sat on the couch next to Renae, pulling her close to him and kissing her gently.

“I missed you…” he whispered in her ear. She felt herself heating up. Jeanine looked on suspiciously.

“Vladimir, are you living here now?” He looked over at her.

“Yeah, I move in the other day.” Jeanine nodded, surveying him. Renae began to shiver. He looked down at her. “Are you cold?”

“No…” He pulled her closer anyway and began to rub her arms to warm her up. Jeanine smiled at him.

“You are good to her?”

“I hope so.” He looked down at her, searching for approval in her eyes. She looked away.

“You’re fine.” She patted his hand. He shook his head and she could tell that wasn’t the answer he was looking for. However, it was the best answer she could come up with, because if she said anything else it would be a complete and total lie.

The night went on fairly well. They watched T.V. and engaged in some interesting conversation. Finally, Renae walked Jeanine to her car. They made sure Vladimir wasn’t around and began to talk.

“Yeah…he’s in love.”

“I’ll wait to hear that from him before I believe anything.”

“Just…be safe. Don’t let him hurt you. I don’t think he really wants to hurt you…I think he’s just very passionate and doesn’t know his own strength. I don’t know why you won’t call the police or tell him to leave.”

“I tried telling him to leave, but he insists that there’s no way I can get rid of him and that he will make me desire him and love him. And I won’t call the police on him. He’s still my friend.” Jeanine shook her head.

“You’re a bit insane sometimes.” They hugged and she got into her car and left. Renae walked back into her condo with a sense of dread. Vladimir was waiting for her.

“Do you really think of me as your boyfriend?” She turned and started to walk away.

“Let’s not talk about this now.” He grabbed her arm, hard.

“We will talk this now.” He turned her around quickly to face him. “Am I your boyfriend?”

“No, Vladimir.” The look of sadness in his eyes was something she couldn’t handle and she turned away again.

“How could you say those things to me if you did not mean them? How could you be cruel to me?” Her eyes began to well up with tears.

“I needed something to tell Jeanine. I couldn’t tell her the real reason why you were living here. I don’t want you to get in trouble, Vladimir. She’d call the police.” She was lying through her teeth. She didn’t know why she had done that to him.

“So you lie to me and make me think that I am your boyfriend when in fact I am not?”

“I’m sorry, Vladimir…”

“I want to be your boyfriend…” She could feel her heart breaking. “Will you let me?”

“No. I know you will not leave here and you won’t let me be. I know that you’re going to treat me like your ‘woman’, but I won’t call you my boyfriend.”

“Someday you will be my girlfriend. Maybe my wife,” he stated forcefully.

“How do you know?”

“Because I won’t let you belong to any other man, and you will fall deeply in love with me.”

“Let’s get to bed…”

“Will you let me make love to you?”

“No. It hurts too much. I’m sorry.”

“I understand. Can we lay together and talk, then?” This request surprised her. The only thing he’d wanted to do for the past few days was jump in bed and get to know her body, not her.

“Of course we can.” He smiled and followed her to her room. They undressed together and he picked her up so she was eye-level with him. His eyes almost danced with hers.

“You are so beautiful.” He tossed her onto the bed and laid next to her.

“I’m really not,” she said truthfully.

“Shut up,” he almost yelled coldly.

“Why?”

“You are blind, or stupid, if you cannot see the beautiful woman I see.”

“No, I’m just realistic. I’m just plain.”

“Nothing about you is plain to me.”

“Why?”

“Your eyes are so big and they sparkle. Your lips are so full. Your hair is soft and long and thick. Your breasts are small and cute. Your tummy is just the right size. Your hips, your ass, and your thighs are big and full and thick. And your pussy is tight and warm on the inside…and you taste so sweet. Everything about you is perfect.” She was speechless.

“I-”

“You are most beautiful woman in world to me.”

“You’re lying to me.”

“I do not lie.” She started to cry.

“I’m not beautiful, Vladimir…”

“To me, you are. Everything about you. Inside and outside.”

“I-” He covered her mouth and looked fiercely into her eyes.

“There is no woman like you in whole world. I could search whole world and never find you anywhere but here.”

“How do you know what I am like?”

“Your middle name is Kathleen, and your last name is Giovanni. You have a sister. Your favorite colors are red and black. Your favorite food is calamari, but only when fried. Your hair is curly but you make it straight with an iron. You hate the city. Your favorite animal is a cat. Your favorite band is The Beatles. You need man who will chase you and be leader to you. Do you need me go on?” She could feel herself going white.

“N-no…why do you know these things?”

“I have observe you for long time. Every time you speak I listen to everything you have say.”

“Why are you so fascinated by me?”

“You were first person to reach out to me when I come to America. You were only person to really be friend to me and make me part of a group. Even though I have accent and I am not from here you still made time to be my friend and be accepting to me and…” He stopped mid-sentence.

“What is it?”

“I…” He seemed as if he was having trouble with his words.

“Is it something you don’t know how to say?” He shook his head and he took her hand. Their eyes locked and his eyes were filled with emotion.

“Renae I…I love you.” He looked as if he was waiting for a response, but she could barely even move. Instead, she touched his cheek and moved in closer to him and began to cry. “What? What have I say that is wrong?”

“You haven’t said anything wrong. It’s just that…Vladimir…I want to love you so badly, but I can’t.”

“Someday you will.” She paused before answering him. His determination was to be admired.

“I don’t think I can make my heart feel something it won’t.”

“I will make it.”

“How?” He laughed a bit at her.

“As I said…I will chase you.” She turned away and began to shake with fear. He stroked her arm.

“Are you frightened of me?” His question was really quite dumb, and she started to wonder about his intelligence level. Did he really think that his strategy was going to work? In order for her to love a man, yes, she needed to be chased, but also she needed to give her heart willingly. No one could actually force her to give it.

“Of course I am scared of you, Vladimir.”

“Why are you frightened of me? All I want to do is be with you…”

“You forced yourself into my home and you took my virginity, and you won’t go away.” He moved his lips toward her ear.

“When I want a woman, I am animal…” She shivered. “Now sleep, Renae. I love you.”
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