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“Fine, I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit down for a week.” And with that, I thrust my cock deep into her wet folds, and pump her hard, needing to release the cum in my swollen balls. She’s ruined all other women for me, but no one will ever know. I’m the king, I can’t have a weakness. She’ll be my undoing, of this I’m certain. Maybe not today, but one day, she will own my heart like I own her wanton body.

Her hands move to my neck, and she applies pressure, the look in her eye is that of a fawn who is experiencing the world for the first time, inquisitive, curious.

All the while my excitement is building, and I’m torn between exploding in her pussy or giving her pleasure she can’t deny. I put a thumb on her clit. Why choose?

Her breathing picks up and her body withers under me. I pump harder, going deeper and deeper, harder and harder as her clit becomes hard, on the cusp of erupting. She begins to moan as a surge of pleasure unleashes for both of us at the same time. She cries out and grabs my shoulders to withstand the power of my thrusts.

I let out a long groan and fill her with my seed. After a long minute, I tilt my head back and inhale much needed air to restore oxygen to my deflated lungs. I have a headrush.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. This sex is insane. She’s like crack, addicting, and I crave her and only her. I’m a junky needing his next fix, her touch, her smile not to mention the most incredible orgasms I’ve ever had.

I’m impressed her body can handle my insatiable sex drive and she’s able to fuck harder and longer than anyone I know. I pull my cock out of her, it’s covered with her juices. I straighten myself, pull my pants up, grab my shirt and leave her laying on the bed with a bewildered look on her face. Good. That will teach her to fuck with my head again. I’m over her childish antics and make my point.

This is why I prefer older women. They’re mature and I don’t have to worry about unwanted pregnancies. I’m not ready for kids, nor is Anya. It’s one area we both agree on.

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Anya

I’m an emotional wreck when he leaves. Every time we have sex, I think things will change. He knew I’d give in if he threatened to take away school, the bastard. I cannot deny I love how hard he fucked me. Each thrust was deeper than the last, stroking the G-spot deep within and I couldn’t keep myself from moaning with pleasure. Once his thumb touched my clit, I was shattered, enjoying the rolling tides of euphoria I’ve never experienced, even with a vibrator.

Fuck, our bodies burn hotter than the engines in a Formula One race car. I’m upset he left the bed again. In his defense, he warned me this is how it will be between us. I need to collect myself in the aftermath of the hot sex and head to the privacy of my shower.

A dinner date he said. Did he also say bring a passport? What does he have planned? I better look my best in case we bump into one of his former lovers. My credit cards arrived this week. I do need more clothes. The sky is the limit, I’ll show him how well I can fit into his world of affluent friends. With his insatiable sexual needs, it looks like a fuck a day is to be expected.

The hot water is soothing. I rub soapy gel over my body and reminisce about Nikolay’s strong hands grabbing me, pulling my hair to the point of hurting. I was immobilized, but I remember the controlling hold he had on my throat. His dark eyes flashed with excitement, or was it lust?

The entire incident turned me on; I wonder what other tricks he has up his sleeve. The man is mastering my body one fuck at a time. I’ll show him I’m not the naïve virgin he thinks I am. I’m going to flaunt myself in front of him, make him beg for the pleasure of my attention.

I turn the water off, grab a fresh, thick towel from the warming rack and take time to dry my body. With each stroke of my hand, I breathe in the sweet smell of Brazilian Bum Bum Cream.

I can’t deny I love his body. When he looks at me, I’m overwhelmed. I can’t let him find out his lack of affection is killing me. I long to be loved, needed…respected. Damn me for letting him know I’m willing to do anything to stay in school. I can’t let him find out my body wilts under his gaze and my panties are soaked with my desire for him.

Hazel has told me little about the Volkov family, but she did let it slip Nikolay prefers older women. I wonder if he’s just going to use me as a baby maker. Will he be with others while I’m pregnant? I don’t know what his plans are with me, other than the wedding he drones on about.

I throw tonight’s outfit in the garbage and pull fresh clothes, smelling of lavender, out of my bureau. I take stock of my closet and decide I’m going to beat him at his own game. I’m going to go shopping for the smartest outfits on the planet and when I walk in a room, all eyes will be on me. I text my sister to join me for a shopping spree tomorrow and fall asleep with the comforting smell of Nikolay in my hair.

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“Gee, sis, this is an amazing car,”Katerynia quips as she slides in the back with me.

“Thanks, but you know it’s not mine.” I give Alex directions on the stores we want to visit and we’re off on our adventure.

“So, what gives?” she asks with inquisitive eyes.

I shrug. “Nikolay has this weird rule to never sleep in my bed, it’s annoying. Like what is his problem?”

“That’s fucked up, but you know most Bratva men pledge a solitary life to their brotherhood. It might be like that for him,” she adds.

“What do you mean?”

“He needs to stay tough, run the men, never have a doubt. He has to marry you, no offense.” She shoots me an apologetic look.

“None taken. I never thought of that.”

“Mum is happier now without Papa.”

“Really? I’m not surprised. They’ve had a wall between them for years. I don’t want that,” I groan.

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