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“So good, oh fuck, Aleksandr. You feel so good. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” I clutched him tightly,
“I’ll never fucking stop. You’re mine. I’m never letting you go.”
Russian curse flew from his mouth. His thrusts turned wild. In and out. In and out. His head flew back and he roared out his pleasure.
Go ahead, he whispered menacingly.
Excuse me? “You’d never allow anyone other than a Volkov to be Pakhan. You have no siblings. No other children, apart from Dominik and I, and we both know Dominik isn’t fit to lead. He’d destroy everything we’ve built within a month.”
“So go ahead, Father. Have me replaced. See how fast your empire crumbles without me.”
“It would be a shame if something happened to that lovely granddaughter of mine, wouldn’t it?” Father tensed, his whole body going rigid.
“I've heard New York is such a dangerous city. So many accidents happen on their streets. Just last week, there was a woman who'd been raped and murdered in Central Park. Dreadful, absolutely dreadful.”
“Like I said, in six months’ time one of your sons will be in Russia to marry Anya Tarasov. I don’t care which one, you can pick. But one of them will be there, or it won’t be you who suffers the consequences. my son.”
again. “Now why don’t you tell me all about what’s been going on around here? I’ve heard it’s been quite an eventful last few months.”
“Don’t tell me to calm down, Aleksandr,” he spat. “You heard him! He threatened Illayana.” “I know, I heard. Losing your temper and yelling like this isn’t going to solve the problem.” I knew what would, though. “I’ll do it.” “Do what?” he barked out. “I’ll marry the woman.”
“No, Aleksandr—” “There’s no point arguing with me,” I said, raising a palm in the air. “I’ve decided, and there’ll be no changing my mind.”
“Aleksandr?” I tried again. “Glupyy, staryy ublyudok. Kak on posmel.”
“What’s happened? What’s the matter?” “He just thinks he can come in here and order us around. Who the fuck does he think he is?” My frown deepened. “Who? Who are you talking about?” “Moy dedushka.”
“My grandfather. He’s here, from Russia.” “Okay?”
“You know he tried to sell my sister? Like a piece of meat at the market. He made a deal with another Russian family. Her hand in marriage for access to their supply routes.”
“We haven’t seen the man in years and yet, here he is, trying to tell us what to do.” I tried to keep up with him. “I thought your sister was already married? To that Italian guy? Artis?” “Arturo. She is. My father orchestrated it to keep her out of the Tarasovs’ hands. And my grandfather is pissed.”
That leaves me. If I don’t go through with the marriage, Sergei will hurt Illayana.”
I rolled my hips as my tongue dove into his mouth, colliding with his. Fucking hell. He tasted incredible. I felt like I’d die if I didn’t touch him, if he didn’t touch me.
“You think I’m this easily distracted, malyshka?” he tutted, a rumble of amusement leaving his chest. “I’m going to take advantage of this situation because I’m dying to have your pussy wrapped around my cock. But don’t think this conversation is over.”
“You’re just a filthy little whore deep down, aren’t you? Desperate to have your pussy filled.”
“Mmm, YA lyublyu, kogda ty izvivayesh'sya dlya menya.”
“I need you to know this isn’t going to be some sweet, soft, fairytale moment between us. No. It’s going to be a brutal, hard fuck. Can you handle that?”
“I need to hear you say it.” “I can handle it.”
“Such a good little fuck toy you are.”
He stiffened, an annoyed groan falling from his mouth. “Fuck.” “What?” “I don’t have a condom. The one fucking day I don’t have a condom.” “It’s fine. I have an IUD and I was tested a few weeks before I was kidna...
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would just get myself off on his thigh if he wasn’t comfortable fucking me without a condom. “Fuck it.” He picked me up and slammed me down onto the table. I gasped in surprise, moaning and swivelling my hips.
“Tell me, malyshka, do you like feeling helpless?”
“You do, don’t you?” he whispered in my ear, trailing his tongue over my skin. “You like knowing that no matter how much you fight me, there’s nothing you can do to stop me. I can do whatever I want to you.”
He was right. He was totally right. I did like it. I fucking loved it.
“So why don’t you do it? Fight me. Fight me like I know you want to. You won’t be able to get away, no matter what you do.”
“That’s it, malyshka, show me that fiery side of you. I like it.”
“No underwear,” he tutted, squeezing my ass cheeks painfully. “Bad girl.” Pleasure and pain burst through me when he roughly speared me with two fingers, pumping them in and out. “Wet for me already. You really are a dirty little whore, aren’t you?” “Fuck you,” I groaned, pushing back against him.
“Look how wet you are. Fucking beautiful.” He shoved them into my mouth. “Suck.” My cheeks hollowed as I sucked hard,
“Good girl,” he whispered huskily in my ear, his accent thick and rough.
I want you to move, I’ll tell you. Until then, stay fucking still.” “Or what?” I breathed, taunting him. “What are you gonna do?” “You don’t want to test me, malyshka.” “I think I do.”
“Fine. You want to play? Let me show you what happens to bad little whores who don’t know how to listen.”
One hand collared my throat while the other snapped his belt open, pulling it free. He wrapped it around my neck, feeding the strap through the buckle and pulling it tightly. Not so tightly that I couldn’t breathe, but tight enough to make my stomach clench, lust shooting through me.
“Remember your safe word,”
“What a good little fuck toy you are, taking my cock so well,”
“You want to be my fuck toy, don’t you malyshka? Owned by me. Possessed by me. Here to pleasure me and me alone.”
“Yes, Aleksandr, yes. Don’t stop. Oh fuck, so good. So, so good.” I groaned, meeting him thrust for thrust, grou...
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“Such a wet, tight fucking pussy,” he growled, his free hand coming between us to tug on my pierced clit. “Squeezing the life out of my cock like my good little fuck toy should.”
“Fuck. Yes, baby. I’m gonna come.” I panted hard, squirming and bucking against him.
“Do you know how good you look with my belt around your neck, all hot and needy for me?”
“I want to utterly consume you, consume your every waking
thought, like you do mine. I want you a hot, wet, crumbling mess, begging for the plea...
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“Look at me. I want your eyes on me when you come all over my cock. I want to remember the look on your face.”
“You okay? Did I hurt you?”
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had. Hands down. You definitely know what you’re doing, Big Guy.”
