Page 68 of Forced Marriage Vows

“I became a monster. You said so yourself, baby,” I murmur.

She pulls away to look me in the eye again.

“No. I was wrong. I don’t think you’re a monster, Mikhail. I never should have said that. The world isn’t always black and white; there’s some gray areas as well. And I hate that I’ve spent so long trying to deny that to myself. You’ve never done anything to hurt me, and I know I can be difficult, but you’ve gone out of your way to accommodate me. I just took that for granted because I was scared of my own feelings.”

“And now?”

“Now I know without a doubt that this means something. I’ve found something with you that I’ve never found with anyoneelse. As I’m sure you’re aware, I’m a pretty big mess, Mikhail. I grew up in a family where I constantly felt like I was second best. My own mother made me feel like I was undeserving of her love. And I think that’s affected the way I behave in relationships. I always run when things seem too good out of fear that it’ll be taken away from me. In the end, I only end up punishing myself.”

He brushes his thumb against my cheek. “I know exactly what you mean, sweetheart. My mom dying that way made me feel abandoned. She didn’t love me enough to stay, and that idea took root in my head. It’s why I never formed any genuine attachments. The only person I really cared about for the longest time was Anthony. And now you’re in my life, and the thought of being apart from you hurts. The two of you are the family I choose. It would drive me crazy if I lost you.”

“So basically what you’re saying is that we both have abandonment issues? Maybe I should book us a couple’s therapist session,” she jokes.

I roll my eyes. “We were having a serious conversation, Mrs. Morozova.”

“I like that,” she murmurs. “Being called Mrs. Morozova. I like being married to you, Mikhail. And you’re not going to lose me. We’re stuck together now. In sickness and in health, forever and ever.”

My heart starts jackhammering in my chest.“You can’t take back words like that, Anastasia.”

“I already said them at the altar,” she points out.

“You didn’t mean it then.”

“I mean it now,” she says, a promise in her deep brown eyes. “Do you want me to prove how much?”

Desire spreads through me like wildfire when I take in the heated look on her face.

“I’m all yours, sweetheart,” I state.

She slowly slides down to her knees in front of me. I think I stop breathing as she reaches for the waistband of my shorts. My cock is already hard and glistening by the time she takes it out. Blood rushes to my head as she licks her lips, a sparkle in her brown eyes.

She strokes my length in her delicate hands. Once, twice, anticipation curling within me.

“Tell me I’m yours,” she says, brown eyes looking up at me.

“You’re mine, Anastasia. No one else’s but mine,” I say dutifully, spreading my legs as the sensation of her hand on my cock threatens to rob me off all thought. “Suck me off,solnyshko,” I command.

And because she’s my perfect girl, her lips open up wide and she leans down to take me in. My cock fills her mouth and tongue moves automatically, swirling around it. Heat spreads up my stomach and tightens in my chest. My head falls back to the couch and I clench my teeth in an effort not to make a sound as she sucks me in as deep as she can.

“Yeah, like that,” I direct when she places her hand at the base of my cock, rubbing it in tandem with her lips around my dick.

When I can’t take it anymore, I lean forward, gathering her blonde hair in my hand as I begin fucking her mouth in the earnest. She takes me in like a good girl without any complaints, allowing me to slide in and out as hard and as fast as I wish.

“Fuck, Anastasia,” I groan.

My breath turns ragged. I can feel my impending orgasm rushing through me. Anastasia’s tongue laves at the head of my cock, and I stiffen, tapping her cheek to warn her that I’m about to come. She doesn’t release me, instead increasing the suction of her mouth against my cock.

I come with a hoarse moan, shooting my release into her throat. She doesn’t stop sucking me off until she’s taken in everylast drop. I’m dazed by the time she gets to her feet, sliding onto the couch beside me.

“How’s that for proof?” she asks with a small smile.

I think I love you.

I don’t say the words, though. One, because it’s too soon. And two, because I’m pretty sure the worst possible time to say it would be after a woman just gave you a blowjob.

“My turn,” I say simply, pushing her down onto the couch and sliding her dress up so I can get a look at her pretty pink pussy.

She completely pliable, lust and desire mingling in her expression as I run my fingers across her wetness right before my tongue dives inside of her. We spend the entire night making it up to each other, and making up for lost time as well.

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