Page 37 of King’s Promise

“This might hurt,” I murmur in her ear as I thrust in her hard, breaking her maidenhood, and the thrill of it makes my cock more engorged than I thought possible. She’s mine, and no one else will ever have her.

She gasps when I’m fully in her, but I’m in overdrive, lost in my lust for her. I thrust in and out, leaning on one arm to give my cock another angle as I shift my weight. Her pussy is tight, I’m delirious with my need to be fulfilled. I can be a selfish bastard, but never when I want to please a woman sexually. I move into a sitting position and run my hands down her shapely legs, over her heels, and grab one petite foot. God, I love heels on a woman. I flick her shoes off to feel her soft feet under my large hand.

Her pussy clenches around me. I lay her foot down and move into a horizontal position as I continue stroking my cock inside her, feeling her slick walls around me. She gushes, her juice bathes my cock, and when her body quivers, I know she’s ready. I pump her harder and faster.

Her nails dig into my triceps, her breathing turns into guttural moans and groans and she belts out a long ‘ah’, and climaxes, spilling her come over my cock buried inside her.

Letting out a long groan, I explode, releasing my seed in her.

I collapse on top of her and prop myself up so as to not crush her. “You are mine, don’t ever forget, you belong to me.”

I roll over, walk to the ensuite to clean up, and bring her a warm washcloth. Fuck, I forgot about birth control.

“Are you on the pill?”

“Yes,” she murmurs as she pulls a sheet over herself and uses the washcloth to clean up. Her face is flush with embarrassment as she stares at my still engorged cock. I turn away to give her privacy.

A first time comes with sexual naivety and shyness with one’s partner. It comes with the territory. Not that I’m an expert on deflowering virgins. I had one in high school years after Anya left in my quest to become a man. I was left with an impression, and a clingy female. Then and there I promised myself I’d never do a virgin again, and yet, here I am, older and wiser, and I still fucked her. I got there first, and no other man will ever put their cock in Anya. Now to set some ground rules.

“I have a rule, I never share my bed. I’ll never fall in love, and we’ll never spend the night together.” My harsh words sting, her injured eyes are those of a bird trapped in a net. She recovers to return my glare and her lips tremble as if she’s heartbroken. I leave to take a shower.

When I return, Anya is gone and all I have to remind me of her is the scent of lilies, the smell of sex in the air, and blood on my bedsheets.

14

Anya

My heels tapping on the marble floors is the only sound as I walk to my room in the eerily quiet house. Closing the door, I lean against it as I shudder and gulp down sobs. I welcome the sanctuary of my privacy. Tears sting my eyes, eyes which used to be happy, until I met the devil. He’s so cold and remote, I despise him and yet…I want him.

How could he make love to me and reject me so quickly? How do I guard my heart when I willingly give him my body? I hate myself but give myself a pass. I’m human. I can’t deny how he made my body sing more glorious than a tabernacle choir.

Can I marry him when I suspect he may have killed Baran? What about Darci, what is her connection to me, and will we ever figure it out? She deserves to be punished for drugging me. Why does anyone want to hurt me? I have nothing to do with the Bratva outside of their blood running through my veins.

Nikolay and I teaming up to build the Bratva is good for us both, without it, my income is limited to what Papa has invested for us. I assume the money in the will is left to Mum. The solicitors will settle his estate around the time of the wedding. Judging from Nikolay’s comments, Papa didn’t spend his wealth on us. Does it exist?

In spite of Nikolay’s cruel words and demeaning comments, he prioritizes family. When we marry, my family becomes his and he will protect and support us. We’re stronger together. We both have something to gain in our union.

I run hot water for a shower, wishing to wash away the night. His sultry bedroom voice replays in my mind and parts of my body still crave his touch. The memory of his dark eyes staring into mine in the dimly lit room gives me a glimmer of hope there is a human behind the eyes who can have a connection to someone. But will he ever let me in?

I can’t forget what transpired between us, he’s my first. I won’t be another woman he tosses aside. His icy demeanor seemed to thaw in the heat of passion, or lust. I’m not experienced enough to know the difference.

His large cock, imprinted in my memory, is glorious even by porno standards. Is it possible for a man to be hard after he comes?

Emotions and feelings complicate relationships, so maybe the wall between us might be good. Can I live with separate bedrooms? Without love?

Doubtful.

I hold back a fresh batch of tears imagining the lonely nights I’ll have to endure. Will he be faithful to me? If so, for how long? Maybe I can barter and end our marriage. A year from now the Bratva will be under control, our threats will be neutralized, and we can go our separate ways. Surely, he will want that as much as I do.

I towel off, tug on my faded pjs and brush my thick hair before I slide under my comforter with renewed optimism. I have to get away from him before he squeezes my heart into lumps of coal. Mum gave herself to Papa, and she’s been unhappy for years. I’m guessing their arguments were about women and wonder how many Papa slept with over the years. They say once a man cheats, he’ll always cheat. I don’t want to end up like her; broken, alone, and lacking self-worth.

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Nikolay is goneby the time I get up, which I planned perfectly. I decide today is the day I’m using the pool and make my way downstairs. Alex greets me and hands me a workout bottle with water.

“The pool is warm and there is a sauna,” he comments.

“Thank you.” I take the container from him as he stands guard next to the pool overlooking the back yard blooming with beautiful foliage and dwarf sunflowers in the shape of the letter V. We’re enjoying spring temperatures in what will be an early summer. Luckily, we’ll have a nice outdoor wedding without turning red from sun exposure. I let out a sigh. The wedding will go on as planned. I remind myself of the incredible dress I will wear and remind myself I’m marrying the most handsome man I’ve every met.

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