by Nicole Snow
My lungs struggled to breathe. Hell, my body had a hard time doing anything except tensing up with orgasmic lightning, a rapid build possessing me from head to toe.
David shifted, planting his arms above my head, all the better to slam into me. His balls smacked my ass loudly as we fucked, just like he promised, never showing any sign he was losing control except the occasional grunt. Shock and delight buzzed in my head when I realized he was taking charge, fucking me as hard and deep as he wanted, with no worries about losing his nut the way I'd heard men do.
He's no ordinary man. And this is no ordinary fuck, a dark voice in my head reminded me.
David grunted again, quickening his pace, shaking the huge bed.
Harder, deeper, faster. His hips rolled, becoming a jackhammer, splitting me open.
Oh, God. Oh, fuck!
Betrayal, terror, and blinding lust crested just ahead of the spastic wave. My toes curled and my fingers went numb, losing blood as they thrashed in the bedsheets. David's thrusts picked my whole body up and slammed me down again, rattling my bones, just fucking and filling and shaking me until I –
Orgasm hit like a bomb.
I came, a slow detonation from the inside out, all screams and sweat and rippling curves. My breasts shook as he thrust harder; wickeder, shallower strokes, fucking me through my climax.
My brain milked pure pleasure from its deepest sectors as my sex clenched around his cock. I convulsed, burning to cinders, teeth clenched and shaking. When the pleasure loosened its grip around my throat just a little, David slowed his strokes, leaned down, and whispered in my ear, catching my earlobe in his teeth.
“Keep fucking coming on this dick, babe. The hard part's over, busting you wide open. Now you come your pretty little brains out again and open wide for my come.”
It was like a coarse incantation. It worked too.
My pussy tightened up again, new lightning surging through my hips. My clit buzzed and throbbed and pulsed, especially when he buried himself as deep as he could go, rocking his hips and adding a delicious friction to my nub with his pubic hair.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...
My brain shut down, drowned in the animal glory.
Time ripped apart, lost in the beat of my heart thumping through the bliss. I came three times in what seemed like ten minutes, or else time grew meaningless in one long drawn out orgasm. My whole body was so numb with pleasure I couldn't feel pain anymore, even though I knew my wet heat struggled to accommodate his relentless pounding.
David never stopped for breath or rest or anything else. He was like an engine stuffed into flesh and bone, driven by an insatiable lust. If he was like this with all the others he'd surely fucked, then I couldn't understand why he'd chosen me.
If only I could've switched off my brain. Just imagining him with anyone else sent jealousy streaking through my molten blood. I wrapped my legs tighter around his ass, digging my ankles into rock hard muscle. His tattooed chest dripped sweat onto me, the eagles painted on him flapping their wings, opening wide, a promise of complete domination written in ink.
My ears pricked up as he started to drive faster again. I noticed how ragged my own breathing was, but it was nearly drowned out by the guttural tempo in his throat, a long steady growl like a mountain about to come down in an avalanche.
“I'm coming in your pussy, love,” he whispered. “Gonna own your sweet little cunt with this seed. Be my good girl. Take it deep. First hot load, first of many that's going in 'til your sweet ass is bred with my kid.”
I whimpered when he said it. Bred, taking me and owning me like the animal I'd become on my back, legs spread wide, only for him.
Thinking about his come fed fires that should've been spent two orgasms ago. I was recharged with a new taboo heat, thrashing and rocking my hips against his like a mad woman. When I thought about him knocking me up, I nearly passed out.
It was insane, evil, wrong. I barely knew him, and he was up in my womb without a condom, ready to blow. Ready to claim, shape, and mold me how he wanted.
He wanted me bred. And he had a damned good chance at getting his way because I was too fucked in the head and too inexperienced to even think about birth control. Even if I could've put this on pause for birth control, I was past the point of no control. My greedy pussy wouldn't let me do a damned thing except kneel down and take what he offered.
Pleasure gurgled through me, splitting my lips, giving him a moan that begged for his come when it should've pleaded for him to pull out. David looked deep into my eyes, slowing his strokes, and then picking up speed until he rocked my entire body, a tornado of flesh and tattoos slamming into me, demon force in every fuck.
“Feels so fucking good! Come with me again, pet. Come as hard as you fucking can while I'm loading this pussy full!” His huge chest was the first thing to swell.
His hips went wild, jerking and pounding and slapping the bed like never before. I thought it was going to break, or else turn into a trampoline, sending us both flying to the ceiling. Springs and old wood snapped and squealed, overloaded as my own flesh and bone. Everything beneath him shrieked as he hitched and planted his cock deep.
David's cock swelled, and my eyes snapped shut. For a second, we shuddered, aghast at a cliff so high and jagged we couldn't imagine going over it. But we did.
He bared his teeth and roared as he came. Hot slag shot up my pussy, hotter than lava, the first jet of many more that came and filled my womb. My body turned to spastic stone, arms and legs wrapped around him.
Muscles twitched and pulsed at random, but nothing like the way my sex sucked at him, pulling his gift deep. He filled me with his fire, coming until I was awash in it, convulsing in his sea of sperm. We fucked and grunted and came as one, two bodies twitching, surrendering everything to raw, fertile ecstasy.
He didn't pull out like I expected when it was over. The titanium in his muscles turned to steel, slightly more relaxed, and I went limp beneath him. I finally understood the word spent in all its wicked meanings.
David rooted himself deep inside me, barely softening at all. One hand reached for my face, gliding over it, teasing my shape in his fingers.
“You got every right to be pissed and confused right now,” he whispered. “Whatever you think or feel about your bastard old man and the way your life's gone to shit, get this through your head: you're mine, Anna. All mine. Only mine. And when I lay claim, I don't let go. Not for nothing. Nobody's gonna pry you out of my fucking hands unless I'm dead. You're here to fucking stay, even if I have to fuck you a thousand times to make you see it. This is your life with me, babe, the only fucking life that matters.”
His words were like daggers lined with velvet. Painful, striking, but strangely soft too. I tilted my head away from him, trying to process the craziest twenty-four hours in my life.
David didn't like being ignored. He rocked his hips into me, hardening again, reaching between my legs. His seed trickled out in the flesh between us, a warm, soothing sea that gave force to his words.
Mine, I thought. How could I be anything but his when he was fucking me like this, using my body for pleasure, promising to corrupt my bloodline with his if fertility willed it?
And corruption sounded damned good right about now. I opened my mouth, answering him with a low moan, wrapping my hands around his thick neck.
“Babe? What is it? What're you thinking? I like to know everything that's going on underneath those raven black locks...” He fisted my hair and pulled.
I wrapped my legs around him tighter, moving against his body. I didn't want to talk. I wanted to work it out with flesh.
“Yours or not, some secrets are mine. Go ahead. Waste precious minutes we could be fucking trying to figure it out.”
David's lips pulled in a smile. He thrust hard, shaking my breasts and hips, telling me he'd made his choice.
“Don't fuck with me, Anna. You've got a nasty fucking mouth for a virgin girl –“
“Ex-virgin,�
� I reminded him, rolling my ankles on his, seductive as I could be.
“Fuck! Virgin, whore, slut, whatever. I don't give a shit what you wanna be as long as you're mine.” Growling, he leaned back and grabbed my legs, pistoning fast and deep until we came again.
IV: Changing Hearts (David)
She looked damned near perfect on my cock. Under me, over me, mounted to me, she was always incredible and fucked like silk no matter how I tossed her tight little body around.
I knew it was gonna be good the instant I slid into her sweet pussy. But how fucking good it was didn't sink in until I emptied my nuts for the third time inside her.
Anna was beneath me, up on all fours, and I kept one hand fisting her hair and other circling her clit. My cock slammed in and out, shaking the old bed beneath us. The frame was an old warhorse, a family heirloom that belonged to my great grandpa when the family ruled half the Baltics for the Tsar, the same bed where generations of Strelkovs were conceived.
My mind started to burn, a one track muse the minute my dick sank in her, right to the hilt. I had to fucking breed this chick, make her mine and only mine in every goddamned sense of the word.
I promised myself I wasn't gonna come down her throat or take her ass 'til she was knocked up. Fuck, just the thought of imagining her sweet belly stretched out, tits bulging, more voluptuous than she was now made me fuck her even harder.
I wasn't sure what was nastier – her words or her screams or just the way she made my nuts throb like they'd been doused in kerosene and lit on fire. Anna tore her fucking throat open and let pleasure make her sing as I fucked her from behind, grunting and driving like a madman, stirring up the last two thick loads I'd mixed with her cream.
Fucking old man Rossini's daughter like a whore should've satisfied the beast that cried for vengeance. It did that, all right, but it did so much more too.
Crazy? Mad man?
Yeah, yeah, fuck yeah. I was already there, over the moon, catapulted to the most intense strumming these nerves had ever had outside spilling blood.
My fucking heart beat like a fool each time I watched her shudder and explode beneath me. When I stared into her eyes, or heard her whimper, I got loco, possessive as a fucking wolf. I wanted – no, needed – to own Anna way worse than any bitch I'd ever had on my dick.
I loved fucking her, loved holding her, and loved her. The thrill was all wrapped up in her long sleek legs and soft chestnut hair, her laugh, her pert little ass, her sweet scent, everything that was Anna. Being old man Rossini's girl didn't even enter into it.
No, fuck no, it couldn't. This shit was something special.
“David!” Her voice shattered as she tried to scream my name before pure pleasure cut her off.
My cock wouldn't let her talk. I fucked her so hard she lost all her breath, throttling my hips against hers, pinching that little clit trembling in my fingers.
She rasped and came all over again, and so did I.
Couldn't hold back a second longer. Not with this one, the girl I'd decided was worthy of fucking, the only one I wanted to fuck and breed 'til the end of time.
She hadn't figured it out yet, but this was a done fucking deal. Started the second I forced her old man's signature on that wedding contract, and finished the second I had her in bed beneath me.
Anna was it, beginning and end, alpha and omega.
No damned way was I gonna waste my skin, my seed, my soul on anybody else.
And I didn't give a shit if it took her awhile longer to understand, as long as she got the message. She was mine, mine, MINE, and that shit wasn't gonna change for anything or anybody.
When I came for the third time, I became a beast, lifting her legs clean off the bed and pressing them to my sides. I sank my dick deep, blowing another load up her womb, tilting her hips down a little so gravity did all the work. She gushed, coming on me again, giving her hips a sweet little twist that heightened our pleasure.
Fuck. The girl was a natural. If she kept this shit up, I was gonna be worn out long before I was wanted to be. I meant to spend the whole damned night nailing her to the floor.
This time, post-bliss, I pulled out and held her tight. She moaned my name several times, slipping in and out of consciousness. She needed her beauty sleep, especially after everything that had gone down the last couple days. Didn't blame her one bit.
My dick stayed hard against her ass. Greedy bastard. If she was floating off, he'd have to wait for morning. I held on tighter, kissing at the back of her neck, listening to the unsettled murmurs in her dreams.
If I'd been a second too late just a few hours ago, old man Rossini would've fucked me over. The bastard had already killed Victor and Uncle Ignatiev, brother and family patriarch gone in the blink of an eye.
Sure, it was personal before when I stormed into his house and threatened to cut his throat 'til he signed the marriage contract, handing his own flesh and blood over to me, over to the demon who tormented his evil ass.
I thought taking total control of his daughter and fucking my seed into her would be revenge enough. Now that he'd tried to kill his own flesh and blood, all bets were off.
I would've given one head off my eagle tat to figure out where the fuck this was going. Plenty of work was still ahead to make Anna love me, really fucking love me, and accept her new life.
I wasn't sure how it was gonna come down, but one thing was clear: Rossini dug his fucking grave the instant he sent those hit men after her. He'd gotten his second chance and he'd pissed it away.
Killing that piece of shit would spread sparks and blood and bullets all the way across the Atlantic to the old world, where every Strelkov and Rossini and their little puppets would have their daggers out, but I didn't fucking care.
Peace was wishful thinking as long as assholes like Rossini were breathing. I was gonna put his ass down and bury him deep, and then bury his whole fucking operation in the process. Didn't care how much blood I had to spill in between fucking his girl.
After tonight, Rossini blood was gonna live and die by my hand, my mercy. Everybody who served that asshole with a drop of his blood was gonna be dead, and it would only live on with Strelkov DNA tangled up in the kid Anna gave me.
I plucked her sleepy nipple, listening to her sigh and roll in her sleep. God damn she was hot, even when she was fast asleep, my fragile wife, lost in unsettled dreams. Mine.
One more kiss on her forehead sealed the deal.
Sleep tight tonight, babe. Next few weeks are gonna be rough. If I walk outta this alive, you're gonna be the last Rossini living. Just you and our future sons and daughters, the only fucking thing we need to rebuild shit right.
I'm gonna finish this fucking fight for all my family, past and present, if it's the last thing I do.
Anna slept like the dead.
I showered, threw on my robe, and greeted her with coffee in the morning. Had to beat the servants to the kitchen before they buzzed me with my usual breakfast. Fuck it, I wasn't feeling like much that morning, not after I'd gotten shit straight in my head.
“Drink this,” I said, waking her when the silver tray clinked on the nightstand. “Need you perked up quick, babe.”
She sat up, flushing a little as she pulled the sheet around her. Fuck, I wanted to rip the thing right off and get between her legs again. Too bad business meant I couldn't spend all day in this bed fucking.
She eyed me warily, bringing the steaming coffee cup to her lips. “Did last night really happen?”
“Yeah. Your old man tried to kill your beautiful ass and we fucked past midnight. Anything else you need to know?”
She looked down at her coffee, lips twisted, trying to suppress a smile. “You don't have to be so blunt about it.”
I shrugged. “Only way to be. Hurry up and eat your breakfast, then get cleaned up. We're going to Atlantic City.”
“Jersey? Why?” She sat her cup down and reached for a plate, piling the fruit and toast I'd left on the tray for her.
/> “Gonna have some fun while I take care of a few things. I can't leave you here. Consider it a honeymoon of sorts.” I took a long pull from my own coffee. “Don't worry. There'll be plenty more when we're through at the casino. This is just for starters.”
“I'd love to. Dad rarely took me out of state. He said it was too dangerous to let me go off on my own, or even go with him to Europe...”
All this talk about her old man was pissing me off. Fuck's sake, the whole reason we were going was to make her forget. Also because it was a perfect place to lure his stupid ass into my territory so I could beat his brains out and put this bullshit to rest forever, but she didn't need to know about that.
“Forget about the way you used to live, babe. You're with me now. You do what I tell you, and don't second guess. You're a free woman now, free as you can be in my shadow. You're not Daddy's little girl anymore. You're mine, all mine, and only mine.”
Her eyebrows quirked up as she took a big bite of toast. “Am I? You're awfully controlling, David. I kinda like that...in the bedroom. I'm not sure about anywhere else.”
Her face heated, cherry red blossoming on her cheeks. I grunted, and she wiped her mouth.
“Will you ever loosen the screws? I won't try to run away again. I'm over that. I get it, you haven't had much reason to trust me. One day, I hope you'll treat me like a real wife, and I'm going to prove you can.”
She looked so damned determined. Shit, I actually believed her. I might've let the reigns slip if I couldn't remember the last forty-eight hours. Too bad memory was a bitch who never stopped digging her nails into my throat.
“We'll see,” I said. “Gotta keep you safe and happy before we talk about trust. That's my fucking job, babe, and I take my responsibilities damned serious.”
I watched her eat in silence, downing the rest of my coffee. Ignoring the hunger pangs in my stomach, I got up, moving to the closet for some fresh clothes. I was hungry as fuck after indulging so many other appetites last night, but a breakfast like hers didn't appeal to me. There'd be plenty of time for a sandwich on the helicopter ride out to the casino.