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Laney wanted to scream at him, to beat him with her fists and to cry that he was hurting her. To beg him to stop and then accuse him of breaking his promise. He’d told her they would fit because she was made for him. But he was wrong. He was so very wrong. She couldn't possibly be made for him, because he was splitting her apart, slowly killing her with his giant cock. There was no way she belonged to him. She was never having sex again after this. She was going to become a nun and swear off men forever. She was going to become a man killer. For real. She would murder every single one that even thought to look at her in a sexual manner.

Finally, after what felt like years, he began pulling out of her. He had only gotten halfway in. He must have realized they were not going to fit and maybe they were better off in separate cabins. He pulled out until just the broad tip of him was still clasped tightly in her heated pussy.

“Breath deep,kotenok,” he instructed her, looking down into her bottomless shimmering blue eyes.

She stared up at him, realization dawning. She drew in a breath just as he thrust forward, burying himself nearly completely within her. Laney’s face twisted as her body was forced to accept him. She opened her mouth to yell, but he took her lips in a passionate kiss, distracting her from the pain that engulfed her. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and forced her to dance with him in an oral duel that captured all of her attention while her body adjusted to his invasion. When she was finally meeting his stabbing thrusts with equal nips and licks of her own, he began moving within her, moving his cock through the incredible heaven that was her pussy.

Laney moaned against him as he dragged his cock against the tight walls of her pussy. Despite the fluids he’d forced from her body while giving her multiple orgasms, she was still incredibly tight and barely able to manage his thick girth. Still, the sensations he drew from her were new and foreign and so amazingly good she didn’t know how long she could hold on for. She looked up at him in desperation and surprise.

“Just let go,” he growled gently, his voice strained. He thrust harder into her, drawing a cry of both pain and pleasure from her.

He reached down and took her hips in both hands, holding them exactly where he wanted them, then thrusting full force into her, sheathing himself completely within her silken heat. Laney threw her head back and screamed as both pain and orgasm ripped through her. She bucked against him, milking him, drawing him toward his own orgasm, though he’d barely spent any time in the woman he’d finally managed to capture.

“Fuck, I am coming with you,” he growled, seconds before he pulled her hips tightly against his and pumped jet after jet of hot semen into her clasping body.

He grunted and jerked against her, staring possessively down at her as he marked her. Laney was helpless to look away. She knew he’d purposely not used a condom. She knew better than to ask him to use one. He was acting like a beast with her. She was beginning to suspect he had a plan that involved getting her to Russia. Which meant she needed to sort out exactly what her own plan involved.

With another grunt, he pulled out of her pussy. Laney gasped at the slight prick of pain and the strange sensation of fluid releasing. Boris stared down between her legs and frowned. She tried to close them but he quickly grasped her thighs and forced them back open. He ran his fingers through her pussy and brought them up to his face. She gasped in embarrassment.

“You said you weren’t a virgin,” he growled, turning accusing eyes toward her. “I knew you were too tight to be experienced.”

Laney frowned in confusion until he held fingers up, smeared in their combined fluids and clearly streaked with faint marks of blood. Laney’s cheeks flared bright red and she dropped her eyes. “I’m not a virgin,” she mumbled. “And I’m not going to repeat myself again.”

“Then how do you explain virgin blood?” he demanded.

Laney rolled her eyes and wished she could die rather than have to spend the next few minutes with him. She huffed and explained, “I may not be a virgin, Godzilla, but I am still a woman. My last monthly time was exactly twenty-eight days ago. I forgot about it during the excitement of evading your ass on a cargo ship. Now can you please let me up so I can find my Diva cup and take a shower.”

His look went from annoyed, to amused, to confused. “What is this Diva cup?” he demanded.

Laney stared hard at the ceiling and decided she wanted the ship to sink. Quickly. The next thirty seconds would be perfect. It was the only way she was going to get out of this conversation. She explained what the purpose of a Diva cup was and to her intense embarrassment and slight surprise he asked several questions and seemed not at all squeamish about her responses.

Finally, he shook his head. “Is a very handy device, but it will not do. I cannot wait for you to finish period and I do not want anything in the way when it is time for sex. You will have to use something else for now.”

Laney gaped at him. She really wished her hands weren't tied up so she could get her hands on one of their blades. He really needed a good stabbing. “Your first mistake is thinking I’mevergoing to have sex with you again, let alone while I’m menstruating. You’re such a pig!”

He leaned over her, planting his fist on either side of her before leaning in and giving her his best mob enforcer stare. The tattoos covering his big body were a stark reminder of his heritage. The eight pointed stars on his shoulders a reminder of his unclaimed position. She shivered. This was a man used to getting what he wanted. His next words solidified her thoughts.

“I will take you when and how I want. Your wishes no longer matter. You belong to me, Laney Paul. Let there be no more arguments on this matter. Let there be only peace between us.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The horrendous cramps that struck Laney less than two hours after Boris’ declaration took some of the bite out of his point. Unless he wanted to become a complete monster, Boris couldn’t touch Laney, except to offer her comfort. If she weren’t in such terrible pain, Laney would have enjoyed the irony of his consistently being denied the prize he was so sure he would have once he got her on board the cargo ship.

She watched from her position curled in a tight ball on the bed as the giant man paced like a caged bear from one end of the cabin to the other. She had both arms wrapped tightly around her middle as wave after wave of burning hot coals crashed against her insides, searing and tearing at her. She moaned and squeezed her eyes shut.

“Tell me you are doing this to stop me from touching you again?” Boris demanded in a growl, coming to a halt in front of her and looking down at her with a look of helpless frustration.

“Okay,” she whispered. “I’m doing this so you won’t touch me.”

He dropped down on one knee next to the bed and brushed hair off her face. She relaxed as his fingers sifted through her hair and just enjoyed the feel of someone touching her scalp. No one had done that for her since her mama had passed away. It felt good to be comforted when she wasn’t feeling well.

“Does this happen every month? How do you stand this pain?” he rumbled quietly, still touching her hair as if sensing how much she needed the comfort.

She shook her head slightly. “I get cramps every month, but the really bad ones only happen a few times a year. Maybe every four months. I was overdue. I think last time was about six months ago.”

“What do you usually do?” he asked. “I mean when you are at home alone, suffering.” He made it sound like the idea bothered him very much.

She opened her eyes and looked up at him curiously. “I take a Midol and go to bed with a hot water bottle and HBO on my iPad. I watch until I fall asleep.”

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