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I gasp, stretched and oh-so-full.
And just like that, I’m no longer a virgin. I squirm a bit. It hurts like hell, but not as much as I thought for a dick his size. After a few moments, the aching fades, replaced with incredible pleasure.
"Oh, fuck," he breathes. “So tight. You’re fucking mine.”
All I can do is moan as he moves in me, deeper, harder. The slapping sound of skin on skin fills the room, and that building pressure is just about ready to explode.
His cock plunges in and out of me, splitting me in half in the most delicious way.
"God, Alexei," I gasp. "I’m so close. Please, don’t stop."
He grins, his eyes burning with a wild intensity. “Beg louder, Isa. I want the whole fucking city to hear you.”
"Alexei!" I cry out as the first wave crashes over me, my entire body trembling. He doesn't slow down, though; he keeps moving, pushing us both through the lingering aftershocks of my climax.
After a moment, he pulls back, flips me over without missing a beat.
His hands on my hips, he pulls me up to my hands and knees.
I push back against him, showing I'm more than ready.
“Good girl,” he growls. “Show me how bad you need it.”
He takes the hint and dives back in, the new angle changing everything.
The pleasure builds again, but it's different and deeper this time. His hands grip tighter, his thrusts deliberate.
"Alexei, I’m—I’m gonna?—"
"Yes, Isa, come all over my cock. Milk me, devotchka.”
The second orgasm rips through me, even more intense than the first.
As I'm shaking under him, Alexei gives one final, deep thrust.
I feel him tense up as he climaxes with me.
We peak together, completely in sync.
He collapses gently on top of me. Our hearts are racing together. He places his hand on my jaw, turning my face gently toward him.
He gazes down at me with those brilliant blue eyes, then brushes a stray strand of hair out of my face.
“Mine now,” he mutters.
A vow.
A warning.
A brand.
CHAPTER 3
ISABELLA
Morning light sneaks through the curtains. I blink awake. The realization pushes the fog of sleep from my brain. Last night's memories come rushing back—Alexei, the danger, the rush of adrenaline.
I remember the kiss. The sex. I remember the way his eyes bore into mine, like he could see right to my core.
