Page 54 of Forced Marriage Vows

“And then what?” she whispers.

“And then I’m going to drive my cock into you over and over, taking you from behind. How does that sound, baby?” I ask, claiming her mouth before she can reply.

Judging by the moan I swallow and the clenching of her thighs, I’m going to take that as a yes. I lift her up the counter, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist. I walk us both toward my bedroom, my mouth never leaving hers. As we cross the threshold, I remember something important, breaking the kiss.

“You’re staying the night, sweetheart,” I tell her. “And I don’t want to hear you say anything about scratching any fucking itches. Okay?”

She smiles, running her hands through my hair. “Yes, Mr. Morozova.”

My chest tightens. She has no idea how beautiful she looks in this moment. Everything she does threatens to unman me. She slides down my body, standing in front of me.

“I like the sound of that,” I say, kissing the side of her face, murmuring in her hair. “But I also like the sound of my name on your lips more, baby. Remember that.”

My hands trail down, fisting the mater of her skirt, my fingers gathering it up as she twists in my grip. I reach inside, my fingers stroking at her panties. I can already feel how wet sheis through them. Anastasia gasps, her hand landing on my wrist as her eyes fall shut. Her cheeks are flushed and she gasps softly when I shift her panties aside to plunge one finger inside of her.

“Oh god,” she whispers.

“God’s nowhere near this room,solnyshko,” I say, my thumb rubbing against her clit while I continue thrusting into her with one finger.

“Mikhail,” she grinds out.

My breath catches. I add another finger, marveling at how wet she is. “That’s it, baby. You take me in so well.”

I pump my finger into her and she pants, her moans coming out in short, gasping breaths. Her hips press forward as she grins against my hand. I’m hard as a rock right now, my dick straining against my pants, desperate to thrust into her.

Anastasia’s breathing becomes more erratic and I can tell she’s about to come when her legs start tensing up. I wrap my free hand around her throat, pulling her closer, and as soon as her release starts to coat my hand, I slam my lips to hers, swallowing her moans whole. She clutches my arm through the orgasm, riding it out against my fingers.

We don’t miss a beat as soon as she comes down from her high. I’m still kissing her when she reaches for the buttons of my shirt. I don’t make a move to help her as she undoes each one, only assisting when she slides it off my shoulders. I suck in a sharp breath when her fingers rake across my bare chest.

“I don’t know why I was fighting this so much,” Anastasia whispers as I kiss the side of her face down to her neck. I manage to unzip her skirt, pushing it down simultaneously with her panties. She steps out of them without complaint.

“It’s okay, baby. I forgive you.”

She kicks my leg for that, causing me to chuckle.

“Easy. If you mishandle me, then how am I going to be able to fuck you?” I ask, reaching for the hem of her shirt.

“I don’t need you to,” she says petulantly, but she lifts her hand so I can take her shirt off.

And then she’s naked before me. My eyes trail over her. Every curve of her body is meticulously defined, crafted to perfection. I huff out a breath, trying not to lose it. She’s mine and I’ll be damned if I ever let her go.

“Liar. Nobody fucks you like I do,” I say, my eyes boring into hers. “I need you to say it, Anastasia.”

“No,” she says stubbornly, her eyes narrowed.

“Come on, baby. Be a good girl. Good girls get rewards, don’t they?”

“You seriously need to stop talking about me like I’m a dog,” she states, her nose turned up.

I grin, reaching for her and placing my hands on her hips.

“Do you have any idea how much I want you, Anastasia? My every thought when I’m away from you is of you. You drive me crazy; you make me hard,” I whisper against her lips. “You make me feel so much, sweetheart.”

Her eyes search mine, her lips parting.

“Say the words,” I prompt, running my thumb over her cheek.

She swallows softly. “No one fucks me like you do, Mikhail.”

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