Taken by the Russian

“Enough. Enough talk.” He rips my panties down my legs, licking his lips as my private flesh is bared. Bracing a forearm beside my head, he slides two fingers of the opposite hand inside me, arching my back off the grass. “I wanted to make this first time romantic, but it is proving even more difficult than I thought. I want to thrust into the tightness I’ve been dreaming about, Anya. I want to give it my cum.”

“I want that, too,” I whisper, throwing my arms up over my head. I’ve touched myself so many times with my own fingers and I could never make it feel this good — at least not this fast — but the pads of his fingers slide right over my clit, strumming it in a slow, rough fashion I didn’t know I needed. It’s possessive, knowing, right. His mouth finds mine, opening, our tongues stroking in long, breathless turns until I’m writhing on the ground. I’m so wet, so restless, I can’t stand it. “Condom. Quick. A – and then, can you just…”

“Nyet. No rubber.” His middle finger finds a sensitive place inside me that creates a ringing in my ears, pulsing heat beneath my belly button. “On this I will not negotiate.”

“Do you negotiate on anything?” I gasp.

Sasha’s mouth finds mine again as he positions himself between my legs. That incredibly huge part of him rests on my stomach, throbbing in time with my pulse and slowly, so slowly, he rolls his hips back, forward, dragging his steel length over my clit. “You were mine to breed the day we locked eyes. You knew this, did you not?” Sweat breaks out on his upper lip, his big, tattooed chest heaving, expanding. “Innocent or not, your body knew to tempt Uncle Sasha and no one else. You knew you’d make me a daddy one day in more ways than one.”

Did I know that deep down? Yes. I think so. There has never been a time when Sasha’s nearness didn’t cause a painful tug within my womb. Maybe it was the way he looked at me or protected me. Or maybe it was woman’s intuition. I don’t know. One thing is for certain, though, no matter what happens between us in this battle of wills, Sasha is my soul mate. I’ve loved him since I was thirteen. And I’ll love him until the end of time. He’s a hard, complicated man, but I’ll never find a better one. Or one who loves me more.

I close my eyes and imagine my belly swelling with his child and suck in a breath at the elemental yearning inside me. My hands lift to cage his face. “Daddy.”

Gray eyes flare with possession. “Now you understand, little angel.” Teeth bared, Sasha reaches down to fist his erection, guiding it to my entrance. When he forces the large head inside me with a grunt, there’s an uncomfortable stretching sensation, but I keep my gaze glued on the man above me as he speaks. “Be brave. My cock wants nothing more than to worship you, Anya.” More inches enter me, and I whimper, trying to close my thighs, but Sasha’s hips block me. “You will be rewarded for your pain.”

In one vicious thrust, Sasha buries his thick shaft inside me, tearing a scream from my throat. Sharp pain blooms between my legs, and I move involuntarily, trying to shove Sasha’s powerful body off mine. “It hurts, Daddy. Stop.”

He pins my flailing wrists above my head. “Lie still.” A great shudder passes through his chest, and he rears back, driving me up the grass with a ferocious buck of his hips. “Fuck. How can I keep from moving when you’re this perfect?”

“Try harder.”

With a gritted Russian curse, he gathers my knees in his hands and falls down on top of me, lodging his face in my neck. “Forgive me, angel. I’ve waited so long, imagined you from every angle, and still — still — my imagination didn’t do you justice.”

Automatically, my hands begin sifting through his hair, stroking down his back. I am powerless to do anything but comfort the man I love. “You’re just so huge.”

“Da,” he rasps. “The size will please you once you’ve been broken in.”

Breathing through my nose, I take stock of the pain, relieved to feel it abating. But with the lessening of my own pain, I can no longer ignore Sasha’s. He’s breathing like a man who just swam ashore from a shipwreck in the middle of the ocean. His limbs are full of tension, his hoarse exhalations heating my neck, but still he doesn’t move out of deference to me. “It’s better now,” I whisper in his ear. “Break me in, Daddy.”

The rope around his control disappears, and the dangerous man I always knew lurked beneath Sasha’s surface comes out to play. His eyes are animalistic as he shoves my thighs open and begins to pound himself into me. Even in the midst of the lingering discomfort, I can’t help but marvel at how he moves, confident and desperate all at once. Controlled but somewhat frantic. Frantic to…breed me.