Taken by the Russian

Being indignant toward Sasha while wanting him this bad?

The combination makes me a powder keg.

I face Sasha and smile. When he bares his teeth in response, I notice the hard outline of his erection, pushing behind the fly of his trousers. I’m not sure if the priest has noticed, too, or if he’s still scandalized by my paper – thin nightie, but he’s furiously clearing his throat, the Bible trembling in his hand. I can’t take my attention off Sasha, though, and I grow increasingly wet between my thighs as his gaze slides down to my nipples, stiffening them. After years of trying to tempt Sasha to no avail, the rush of power is heady. Hot and overwhelming.

“We are here to celebrate the joining of two hearts…” begins the priest. His shaky delivery fades into the background almost immediately, though. I’m pretty sure Sasha isn’t hearing a single word, either, because he’s running a hand over his open mouth, his chest starting to heave. Violently. And that thick rod behind his zipper is so large and stiff now, his agony is palpable.

So much moisture has gathered between my thighs, it’s soaking the edges of my panties. I can’t stand here for long, this close, without touching him. Nor do I want to. Sasha planned my veritable abduction, our wedding, thinks he’s going to decide my future. But right now, the control seems to be in my hands. When I’ve had so little throughout my life. I can’t stop myself from embracing it.

Ignoring the hitch in the priest’s voice, I sidle closer to Sasha. Closer and closer, until I’m cradling his hard – on with my belly. His eyes glitter dangerously as I lift up on my toes, letting me mouth hover beside his ear. “You’re so hot. Have I ever told you that?”

A harsh sound comes from his throat. “If you did, I would recall.”

There’s an ever – so – slight pout to his hard mouth, and oh my God, it makes me so hot. I can fix his pout. I can be what this incredible man needs. I always have been, without knowing it.

“You are. So, so hot.”

He swallows loudly. “I do not mind you thinking so.”

Love him. Love him. “I almost fell down the stairs, your body looks so insanely sexy in that tight shirt,” I whisper. “I’d like to rip it off and lick every one of your tattoos.”

His hands fly to my hips, yanking me closer with a growl. The sudden movement causes the priest to stop talking, but without taking his attention off me, Sasha rasps at him, “Keep going. Do not stop again until she is my wife.”

The priest gives a stilted nod and the ceremony continues. Only now, Sasha is grinding me up and down on his erection, sweat forming on his upper lip. Shouldn’t I be mortified? Or put a stop to this? There is a priest less than two feet away. Too bad there’s excitement and need wrapping around me, making me want to push more. To make this stoic Russian lose his shit. I might adore him with my very soul, but I still want to ruin the carefully laid plans he made without consulting me. Maybe I really do have a hot, Russian temper.

With anticipation turning my blood to quicksilver, I press my mouth to Sasha’s ear and let my tongue trace his lobe. Using my body to block the priest’s view, I stroke that heavy, hungry part of him through his pants. “Do you have more cum for me, Daddy?”

I don’t know what I was expecting, but I couldn’t have imagined in my wildest dreams what happens next. My feet leave the ground, and with a squeal still trapped in my throat, I find myself face down on the leather couch, a muscle – bound Russian unzipping his pants behind me.

“Sasha — ”

My exclamation is cut off when Sasha snakes an arm beneath my hips, jerking me up onto my knees and flipping the nightgown hem up to reveal my backside. In front of me, the priest stands gaping, eyes wide as cylinders. Sasha rips my panties down my legs and enters me with a hissed curse, sending the priest stumbling back a step.

“Take your eyes off what’s mine and turn around, priest,” Sasha growls, taking his first savage thrust into my body. “And keep going.”

Sasha

“The little angel finally understands her power, does she?”

Anya whimpers. “Yes. Yes.”

Do you have more cum for me, Daddy?

Those echoing words have me dropping forward so I can sink my teeth into her shoulder while I drive deep, deep, deep. Fuck. I can see her cunt in my mind’s eye. Hairless, pink lips guarding the tightest fuck hole on the planet. Mine. I’ve got to guard it against predators. Already I’ll spend my life discouraging men who are attracted by her beauty, her sweetness and intelligence. If word got out that her cunt is almost too small to take a man, there would be a riot on our doorstep. Every man would want to steal what’s mine.