Page 112 of His Forced Bride
His growl vibrates through me, and his pace turns feral.
The slap of flesh and the scrape of wood against the floor fill the room.
I clutch his head, forcing his gaze to mine even as my body falls apart.
My climax hits again, violently, pulling cries from my throat as I convulse around him.
He doesn’t stop.
He drives into me harder, chasing his own end, sweat dampening his temples.
His mouth crushes mine, swallowing every cry, until with a guttural snarl, he jerks beneath me.
His cock pulses, filling me as he grinds me down hard against his lap, refusing to let me move until he’s emptied himself deep inside.
I collapse against his chest, both of us heaving for air, his hands still locked on my hips as if he’ll never let me go.
The dining room spins around me, forgotten.
Rosa, the guards, the risk—it all fades beneath the raw truth of what just happened.
I rest against his chest, both of us breathing hard.
His fingers brush up and down my spine while I wait for his answer.
Part of me feels like even if he refuses, that sex was worth it, but the ache is still there.
I still want to go see someone familiar.
"Two hours," he says finally.
"Oleg and Alexei will accompany you. You don't leave their sight, you don't make any stops, and you return directly here."
Relief floods through me, so intense, I nearly sag against him.
"Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet."
His hand tangles in my hair, tilting my head back so I'm forced to meet his gaze.
"If you betray my trust, there won't be a second chance. Do you understand?"
"I understand."
But even as I nod, my mother's voice echoes in my memory.
Come home, Inessa. Let me help you escape this prison.
Yuri's thumb brushes across my lower lip.
"I hope you do."
He helps me dress with gentle touches and hungry kisses.
When I'm clothed again, he pulls me close for one more kiss, this one softer but no less possessive.
"Be ready in an hour," he tells me.
