Page 42 of Forced Marriage Vows

“I hate you,” I whisper, my body still lying limp on the bed.

Mikhail slowly starts taking off his clothes. “You won’t be saying that in a couple of minutes when I’m buried inside of you,” he promises.

Despite feeling thoroughly and truly fucked, my body still reacts to his words, my core tightening.

Oh god.

He takes his shirt off first, giving me a view of his toned, muscular chest before his hand goes down to his boxer briefs. I swallow as I watch him slowly pull them down, his long hard cock bobbing out. It’s a really nice-looking cock. The urge to take him in my mouth and make him feel as good as he made me feel hits me. But judging by the crazed look in Mikhail’s eyes, I don’t think he can wait for me to do that.

He watches my reaction carefully with a smile and then he’s reaching for his beside drawer.

“Put it on me, baby,” he says handing me a condom.

I don’t hesitate to sit up, collecting the condom and tearing the wrapper. Once that’s done, I slowly side it over his dick. I feel him shudder once he’s completely sheathed.

“Good girl,” Mikhail praises before kissing me hard.

He lets out a humph of surprise when I suddenly break the kiss, pushing him onto his back on the bed.

“Go on, sweetheart, ride my cock,” he prompts with a grin.

Very slowly, I take him in, inch by inch.

“Ah, fuck,” he grunts. “Keep going, take all of me.”

I revel in the feel of him stretching me, and when our hips connect, I take a moment to appreciate the full weight of him inside me.

He leans up to give me a quick kiss and I hate the way my heart races under his attention. He’s getting under my skin. I know he is, and I’m helpless to stop it. He moves his lips to the shell of my ear and whispers, “Now, I need you to move for me.”

Your wish is my command.

I slowly lift my body so that I’m only sitting on the tip, settling forward so my breasts are in his face, and then I slam back down and rotate my hips. Mikhail’s lips part as he grabs onto my hips.

“Holy fuck, that feels amazing,” he groans.

There are no words exchanged between us after that, only moans and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. He thrusts his hips up to meet mine, setting a new pace that drives me crazy.

Soon enough, I can feel the dam within me about to burst once more. I lift my eyes to his blue ones shakily.

“Mikhail,” I say in warning.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Let go,” he encourages.

My mouth falls open in a silent scream as I come once again, my orgasm barreling through me. My walls clench around him once, twice, and then he’s grunting as well, his hands digging into my thighs as he finds his own release.

I fall beside of him on the bed and he pulls my body to his, pressing a kiss to my forehead. Alarm bells immediately start ringing in my head, telling me to get up and get out. That I should walk away before this goes any further. But my heart is willing me to stay in his arms. Where I feel safe for some reason.

He kidnapped me and forced me to marry him, and yet I feel safe in his arms. Thankfully, I’ve always been the girl to followher head over her heart, and I slowly detangle myself from him. Mikhail frowns when I rise to my feet, searching for my clothes.

“What are you doing?” he asks, sitting up on the bed languidly.

His hand is draped across the headboard and he looks delectable. I almost want to jump back into bed but I can’t.

Make the smart choice, Anastasia.

“I asked you a question, wife,” he repeats.

A thrill rushes through me at that. And I hate that it does. I hate that some part of me likes it.

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