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“Fuck me!” I blurt, though it comes to me as a shock. I didn’t plan on saying it, but somehow I just did. And it seems to be the only encouragement he needs. Without warning, he grasps my hip, lodges the head of his cock into the mouth of my pussy, and thrusts forward.
Holy fucking shit!
I’m buried to the hilt. My breath catches in my throat, and I’m sure my eyelids just did a one-eighty.
“Kirill!” I shriek when I finally have a voice. My hands are grasping at the bedsheets as he plunges in to the hilt once more. “Yes!” I choke as his hips grind up against the cheeks of my ass. “Oooh-ooooooh… You bastard!” I half-scream at him, reaching back to rake my nails over his thigh. There’s a sting deep inside that makes my eyes water.
“You like it, Ptichka?” He tells me with a smirk. He waits a moment, and I can swear I feel him swelling even more. Or maybe it’s just that I’m so sensitive there now.
“Oh fuck… Oh fuck… fuuuuuck…” I pant the words out, trying to catch my breath and force myself to relax a little. It feels almost impossible when there’s so much of him inside me. When he starts to move again, sliding slowly in and then back out, the searing heat that was there begins to turn into warmth that floods my belly and my limbs.
“Bozhe moy,” he groans from above me. I’m still clutching the bedsheets with one hand while the other has a firm grip on his thigh. Releasing my hip, he reaches forward and grasps a handful of my hair, drawing me back as he starts pumping faster.
“Oooohhh…” I start to moan again. I’ve never felt so wanton, I never thought I could, and I can’t help myself. I can feel my juices dripping down my thighs, making wet sounds each time his hips slam against me. It doesn’t take long before I’m groaning in earnest, bucking back to meet him as he pounds into me. Each thrust is punctuated by a sharp cry as I arch back to meet him. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he slides his hand to my mound, thrumming my clit.
I go off like a rocket.
“Oh… Fuuuuck!” I scream as lights burst into the darkness behind my eyelids. My lips tingle as I gasp for air. Every inch of me tingles, from the place where he’s buried deep inside me to the tips of my fingers. When he grunts and then stiffens against me, I can feel heat flood me. His teeth sink into the curve of my neck. It should hurt, but all I can feel is pleasure. So much freaking pleasure.
How did I never know about this before?
Because I was locked away like a virgin in a tower, that’s why.
Well, I’m out of the tower now.
It feels like we stay locked together forever. When my body finally begins to cool, he slides out of me. The first thing I do is collapse forward onto my hands, completely spent. He lowers himself behind me, pulling me into the curve of his body, his breath rasping. I go completely limp, unable to find the strength to move. It’s all I can do to heave a sigh as the last of the aftershocks leave me.
“Wow.” I breathe out the word.
He chuckles into my hair. “Not so bad, huh?”
“Wow,” I say again, reaching for his hand and pulling it up against my chest. “Yeah, not so bad.” I’ve never felt so close to anyone, which should be strange, but it’s not.
Until he slides a hand around over my belly and murmurs into my ear, “You will be my wife. You will learn to follow my rules; do you understand?”
What the actual fuck?
I say nothing, but stiffen immediately. It doesn’t seem to deter him though, because he goes on. “You will not think of escape, because it would be futile. You will do the duties of a Bratva wife. And you will never go into the East Wing of our home. Ever. Do you understand?”
Our home.
He says it so casually. Like it’s the most natural thing ever.
Why can’t I go to the East Wing, though?
“Why not?” Echo my thoughts. It seems like such a random instruction. Is he hiding something?
“Because I said so. Do as I tell you and things will be good in your world. Do the opposite, and bear the consequences. Do you understand me, Tiana?” He’s firmer with it this time. By the time he stops talking, my blood is boiling. We just had the perfect moment and the bastard totally ruined it!
“I hate you!” I feel mutinous, but my body is still basking in afterglow, so there’s less vehemence in the words than I’d hoped for.
He just laughs. He simply laughs, and cups my breast, making me squirm against him. “If this is the way you hate, I will let you hate me again before the night is over.”
“God, you’re a dick,” I mutter, letting his hand go. He doesn’t seem to care. And why would he? I can call him all the names I want. I can tell him I hate him, but I’m not so convinced anymore that I do.
Because one thing is certain.
Tonight Kirill Vyronov claimed my body.
