Page 14 of Claimed By The Russian

It hurt a bit at first, but only in the best kind of way.

“I feel so complete, so full with your cock buried inside me.”

“Good,” he growls. “Then let’s bury me inside you over and over and over again,” he suggests, his thrusts increasing in speed and tenacity.

He rests his forehead on mine, but before long it’s an all out fuckfest, my back sliding up and down on his desk as he rams his thick rod inside me.

“Oh fuck, Kirill,” I cry out, causing him to howl like a wolf as he buries himself in me time and time again.

“You…oh—kay…” he asks as his hips hammer away like a piston.

“Uh—huh,” I manage to get out.

“Good, because there’s no way I could stop even if a million crane hooks were attached to my back, all of them trying to pull me away from you.”

“Fuck, this feels so good,” I call out.

In and out his dick slides, the friction making my entire body even hotter, until suddenly he grips my waist hard and stuffs everything he’s got inside me.

I thought I already had it all, but how wrong I was.

“I’m gonna come inside you,” he calls out as his fingers dig into my skin, forewarning me of the bruises that will be coming.

Good, I want to be marked by him.

Suddenly his whole body convulses and I feel a hot geyser explode inside me. My body reacts immediately as my walls tighten around him milking him as I explode all over his cock, which continues to throw seed inside me, planting our first child, which will grow inside me.

Then he falls forward onto my chest, both of us gasping for air.

I try to lift my arms to wrap them around him, but I can’t. I just let this euphoria wash over me, taking it all in. I can feel his heart thumping wildly against my own chest, our beats in rhythm.

“I love you,” he says again.

“I love you so fucking much,” I say with everything I’ve got, never having felt so happy in my entire life, and the reason why was clear.

Him…correction…us.

CHAPTER 9

Kirill

The next day

“Ready, boss?” Sergiu asks.

I nod.

“You can’t tell me where you’re going?” she asks.

“Business is business and I like I told you, and like I promise you always, I will never bother you with frivolous things. And everything that is a problem is frivolous, because I will handle it swiftly and with stunning finality.”

“But how can it be frivolous if you’re making a big deal about it?”

I motion to Sergiu and he wisely leaves the room, shutting the door of my office behind him.

“Beautiful,” I say, cupping her face. “I will tell you when I return, but not before. Do you understand?”

She nods without me needing to guide her head in that direction.

“There’s something about this life that you’re now a part of that you must always understand. The life we will share together, but also the business I’m in, the country I live in. It’s our culture, the way we survive, and the way we communicate.” I pause. “We must never question the other in front of other people. Behind closed doors is where all issues are resolved, not that there will ever be anymore after this one thing. We must always be united when we step out. And this is not something you will have to think about, it will come naturally to you because we will be. If it’s forced, even for one second, there’s a problem in our relationship and I will not tolerate that. I will always fix it. Not only that but others will see it as a weakness and a potential area to find a crack and hammer at it until it’s a hole. And we will not have holes. One. Forever.”

She nods again.

“Good,” I say, kissing her on the forehead. “I must go now.”

“Can you kiss me before you go?”

“I will kiss you now and when I return I will cover your body in kisses, you will see.”

I grab her by the waist and pull her off the floor so she’s eye-level with me, kissing her hard and passionately, my need immediately rising up, but I can’t answer the call right now. There’s another much more important call I already made, and now it’s time to follow through on it.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can. I promise you, and you know my promise is always good.”

“Okay,” she says, and I see the pain in her eyes, my fists tightening. The fact that I have to leave her for one second pisses me the fuck off, and I’m going to make the bastard who caused this pay even more than he’s already going to.

I move toward the door, not looking back because I know if I do I won’t be able to leave and do what must be done. I’ll take her, and pick right up where we left off yesterday, last night, and well into this morning.

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