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“Say it louder.”

“Desperately,” I shouted, “I want you to fuck me.”

“We should be taking it easy. You’ll probably still sore.”

He was right, the V-card I’d been holding on to for so long was a thing of the past. I was probably bleeding a little. It was too dark to tell if the wetness between my legs was blood or just cum, but I didn’t care, because I didn’t want this night to end.

Everything about how I’d fantasized about how I would have sex for the first time became a thing of the past once I was up close and personal with him. I didn’t want the roses or the guy to be sweet and innocent.

There was something about being taken that I’d craved, and I didn’t realize how much until now. It was as if he’d awakened something in me.

Maybe I was more like my father than I realized. He lived in the danger and seemed to enjoy it. Maybe it was because his blood ran through my veins that I felt the same way too.

I was so weak and tired, but I needed him to finish me off again and again. He jerked inside me, this time a lot harder than before. I nearly cried when he drove his entire length inside me.

I cried out again as my breasts hit the wall against the bed when he moved me, and he crouched down to insert himself once more. I started to feel uncomfortable, but before he pushedme to my limit, he withdrew and turned me, putting my back against the wall. Within seconds, he was thrusting even harder than before. I felt like he was ripping me in half, yet all I could shout was, “More, more, more!”

The louder I shouted, the more he pounded his big, fat cock into me. With my legs wrapped around him, he moved farther back, plunging harder. It was like we consumed each other.

I had my hands diving through his hair, trying to make it known I was enjoying it. No, I wasn’t enjoying it—I loved it. With these thoughts running around my mind, my body shook, which could only mean climax number...oh, who cares?I had come so many times I lost count. He shot inside me like a ball of fire. We both smiled and laughed as I clung to the wall with sweat and gleeful tears poured out of my eyes.

He gently placed me on the bed and said, “I didn’t know you had so much energy. You’re always in your room, and when I look in at times, you’re sleeping.”

“I haven’t been sleeping. Just hiding.”

Thinking that he was a monster, one that would harm me. Yet somehow in the midst of it all, I’d soon realized if he wanted to hurt me, he would have done it by now. He didn’t want to, which was why he had rejected me when he could have fucked me before. He didn’t know, and everything I had craved, my secret fantasy, had been fulfilled. I couldn’t explain the joy inside of me right now.

It wasn’t the same when I found out I was going to college. No, back then I was just relieved I didn’t have to be in the house anymore with my father. If I’d been captured by him, he would have harmed me. There was no doubt in my mind about it. He was a monster. Even if Tomas had kidnapped me, something had changed between us, because I was no longer the one bullying him like I was back in Russia. I was younger than and more in control, or so I thought. Everything back then was a lie,because I acted as if I was the mafia princess and no one could touch me, or my dad would see to them until my dad taught me that it wasn’t the case. It wasn’t the case at all.

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Natalia panted, her heartbeat drumming in my ears and mirroring my own. But within a few minutes, her breathing slowed and her heart returned to a normal rhythm. I held her in my arms, thinking I was a damn fool for too long. I knew she’d be sore after making love with me and never having been with anyone. I still couldn’t get over that she’d chosen me as her first.

While she slept, guilt rose in me, burning my throat.

Carefully, I eased from her bed, letting her sleep. I couldn’t afford the luxury of sleeping all night with her. I couldn’t get close to her.

Fuck, I was supposed to kill her. I stared at her lying on the bed, dark hair sprawled out across the pillow, one breast exposed, and something in my chest tightened.

I had to be strong, if I wasn’t, they’d kill both of us. I’d never failed in a job before. But my attraction to her was messing me up.

I buttoned up my shirt and pulled on my shorts, then slipped out the door.

In the kitchen, I opened a beer and chugged it down before grabbing another.

Maybe I couldn’t kill her, but if I didn’t, she’d still be in danger and they’d make me a dead man for defying them.

After half a dozen beers, I had hoped the alcohol would clear the shitstorm around me or at least give me a mother-fucking buzz. But when the sun shone through the partially drawn curtains of my bedroom, I was stone-cold sober. And my cock was hard as stone. I wanted her. Again.

She’d be too sore probably, and I cursed myself for even thinking about her. I needed to push her out of my lustful thoughts.

I made pancakes with chocolate chips and, like a moron, carried them up to her room when I heard her stirring.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up with a sleepy smile as I put a tray with stacked pancakes and syrup in front of her.

“What’s this?”

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