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I swallowed, trying to remain stoic while he pressed his dick between my ass cheeks. The beginning was the worst. It didn’t help that he was long, and thick, and this was only my second time bottoming.
Relax, Roan… Just fucking relax…
Slowly, the head of his cock pushed inside, generating the burning sensation. It wasn’t pain, per se, but it walked a very fine line. Inch by inch, he pressed deeper, one hand guiding himself in while the other rested on my abs, caressing my muscles as they flexed. Biting my lower lip, I reminded myself to breathe and focus on the hungry gleam in Sasha’s eyes.
“My God,” he breathed when he was fully seated inside of me. He gave me a minute to adjust before shifting his hips, rocking in and out slowly. “You feel incredible. So fucking incredible.” He bent his upper body over mine and kissed me, as gently as he was thrusting.
He pulled back enough to look at me again, his eyes hooded. For some reason, I could tell he was holding back. I trailed my fingertips along his cheekbone and down his jaw, pushing my hips against him in encouragement.
Gritting his teeth, he stubbornly refused to let go.
“Stop fighting it,” I whispered.
“Nyet.” His face dipped down so he could bite my shoulder, relieving the sting by dragging his tongue across the mark. “I want this to last.”
Capturing his face between my hands, I kissed him, gently at first. When he didn’t up the ante, I parted his lips with my tongue and took what I wanted for a change. Groaning against me, he started to pull away, but I didn’t let him. Making him look at me the same way he forced me look at him in that basement, I issued my command with a growl of my own. “And I want you to fuck me.”
I thought he was going to combust right there. A Russian word slipped out, followed by my name. His mouth slanted over mine greedily, and all bets were off. Without warning, he thrust into me so hard, sparks of electricity jolted through me.
“Oh, fuck, that’s deep,” I gasped. It was worth the discomfort — every time he plunged in, he hit that magical bundle of nerves, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
Once he had permission, Sasha kissed me harder, fucked me harder, and made it that much harder to imaginenothaving him around. Sweat shone across his muscles, making his tattoos even more vibrant. I ran my hand up his bicep and over his shoulder, holding onto him.
“I’m so fucking close,” I panted, squeezing my eyes shut.
“Fuck yes. Do it. I need to see you come.”
The pressure inside of me grew with each thrust against my prostate, each stroke I gave my dick, Sasha’s hands touching me everywhere. He kept whispering, begging me to finish. I chased the feeling, every muscle in my body tensing until I plummeted into rapture.
Sasha’s mouth crashed against mine, muffling the sounds of his own release. After a few, slow thrusts, he eased out of me carefully and moved downward on the bed. Dragging his tongue over my abs, he cleaned up the evidence of my orgasm with a methodical precision.
“That’s so fucking hot.” I watched him with the utmost attention, running my fingers through his hair.
Swiping his index finger through the last drop, he shifted upward and held it out to me.
I leaned forward and sucked his finger into my mouth, tasting myself along with the saltiness from his skin. He pulled his finger free and replaced it with his tongue, kissing me hard and deep.
“You’re mine, Solnyshko,” Sasha said, tearing his mouth from mine and fixing me with one of his piercing looks, the kind that saw straight to my soul. “Yes?”
I blinked and nodded, despite the fact I was still trying to work out what, exactly, he was saying.
“From now on, you aremine,” he repeated in a growl. The words reverberated from his chest into mine, solidifying that they were real and not just my imagination. “No one else’s. Do you understand?”
“I’m yours,” I agreed in a stunned whisper.
He rewarded me with a dazzling smile, one so genuine it nearly stopped my heart. He cemented our agreement, or whatever it was, with another earth-shattering kiss.
I had no idea what it meant to “be” Sasha’s, but the thought was thrilling, another display of his primal possessiveness. To be wanted with such intensity was intoxicating. Infuriating at times, but intoxicating nonetheless. It might have been crazy — no, itwascrazy and probably unhealthy and toxic and all the things I shouldn’t want… but I did. I wanted Sasha and even if he never admitted it, I knew he wanted me just as much.
* * *
There were worseways to hide from a pissed off Russian mob boss than with another hot-as-fuck Russian acting as your personal bodyguard. Between the food, the language, and a card game called Durak, it was like a crash course in Russian 101.
The drawback? That same hot-as-fuck Russian who didn’t let you get more than two feet out of his sight. Going into another room? Nope. He came with. Calling Frankie? Nope. He took away the cell phone. Forget even trying to go anywhere in the outside world. My suggestion to go pick up dinner? He laughed for a couple seconds before stopping abruptly and growling out a “Nyet” with a completely serious expression.
I didn’t realize a mundane task, like taking out the trash, would actually lead to an argument.Ithought I was being helpful — he, however, had a differing opinion on the matter.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he snapped as soon as I opened the door, garbage bag in hand.
