by Alexa Riley
I wrestle with the zipper on my pants so fast, I nearly rip them open.
The room is small, and it’s closing in on me as my need for her beats down on my back. I don’t think about how she got on the boat or what I’m going to do about keeping her hidden in here. I don’t even worry about there not being a lock on the door. Right now, I just need to get my dick in her and fuck until I pass out.
Warm, wet heat surrounds my cock as I thrust into her and hold still. Exhaustion mixed with desire fills my veins, but I wait, needing a moment to feel home.
Clara reaches up to me, touching my scruffy face. I turn my face and kiss her wrist, then fall on top of her and kiss her sweet lips. I can’t stay mad at her. Hell, I can’t seem to do anything right but fuck her, and she still wants me. I don’t know what I did to deserve this little angel, but somehow life keeps on working out for a fuck-up like me.
She tastes like sugar and her pussy and I growl as I start to fuck her. She clings to me and her little cries are driving me to the edge. I put my hand over her mouth and move my lips to her ear.
“You keep quiet in here, girl. This crew finds out there’s pussy this tight on board and they’ll be breaking down the door to get a turn.”
Her pussy creams with my words, and I fuck her harder. I stamp my ownership on her cunt with every thrust and make her remember who’s on top of her.
“You need a daddy twenty-four seven, don’t you, baby?” She nods and moans against my hand. “This boat has got some rough guys on it. Some of them don’t care you got a daddy or that your pussy is barely big enough to take a cock.”
Her cries are muffled as her pussy gets wetter and she’s close to getting off. Fuck, I’m exhausted, but this bed is too small for me to pass out on top of her.
“I’ll sneak your food down here and make sure you got my dick every hour on the hour. But you better not step a toe outside this room.” I grit my teeth just thinking about having her pussy ready for the taking whenever the need hits me. Just like at home, I can grab her up and bend her over every time my dick twitches. “You hear me?”
I lift my hand up a little and she licks her lips. “Yes, Daddy.”
Fuck if my cock don’t swell even bigger. Not even a whole day without her and already I missed her calling me that.
“That’s right, sweet girl.”
I lick her bottom lip then kiss her hard. She squeezes her thighs around me and I press my barrel chest against her tits as she comes apart in my arms. I thrust hard one last time and empty inside her perfect waiting body. I almost black out as her pussy clamps down on me and drains what’s left of my soul into her.
There must be a god, because I’ve got just enough strength left to roll us over on the tiny bunk so I don’t smother her. She lies on top of me like roadkill and I’m half asleep when I feel her fingers in my chest hair.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whispers, and my chest tightens. “I just couldn’t stand to be away from you.”
“S’okay,” I grunt, and wrap my arms around her. “I missed you, too. We ain’t gonna be apart again. I’m making sure of that.”
“I love you,” she says, kissing my chest and then cuddling close.
“Love you, too, baby girl.”
Epilogue Clara
Two years later…
I keep looking at my watch and hoping Rex will be here soon. He texted me and said he was running late, but I know he doesn’t want to miss the appointment.
This is our second pregnancy, but he’s still just as excited as the first one. When they called me back, I said I was still waiting on my husband, but the nurse told me that one of their doctors had an emergency and they didn’t have time to reschedule me. I debated for half a second before I decided to go back, hoping that he’d be here soon.
Now I’m laid back on the table with my legs in stirrups waiting on the doctor to come see me. I’ve gotten used to letting it all hang out after my first pregnancy, so I just try to get comfortable and pass the time.
After a moment the door opens and I look up to see the doctor walk in. I gasp because it’s not my normal female obstetrician, but a male doctor I’ve never met.
“You must be Clara. I’m Doctor Rogers,” he says, walking over and shaking my hand.
I pull my knees together and try to sit up. I’ve never had a male doctor before and I try to think about how to politely tell him to get the fuck out of here before my husband walks in and murders him.
“Where is Doctor Pace?” I ask, looking through the half-open door. The nurse that’s normally in here when the doctor examines me is talking to someone else.
“She’s out today. I’m filling in with some of her patients here for routine exams.” He looks at my chart and his eyebrows draw together. “Looks like you’ve gained quite a bit of weight since your last appointment.”
“Excuse me?” I’m freaking pregnant, what else is supposed to happen?
“You’re young, though, so I guess you aren’t worried about your figure.” He mumbles something about my metabolism slowing down, and anger makes my cheeks flush.
“Oh well,” he says as he walks around to where my knees are firmly pressed together. “Now if you’ll just relax we can go ahead and get started. We can discuss the weight gain after.”
I don’t like his guy, and I want Rex here with me. I’m just about to say he can’t start until the nurse walks in, but the door bangs open. My hulking beast of a husband nearly knocks the door off the hinges as he stands there staring at the doctor.
“Get your fucking hands of her,” he seethes.
Doctor Rogers backs away with his hands up. “Sir, I was just going to do a routine exam on your daughter. Please, there’s no need for violence.”
“First of all, that’s not my daughter, that’s my wife. Second, you can see by the way she’s sitting there with her legs locked together that she’s uncomfortable.”
The doctor looks back at me and then to the door behind Rex. The nurses from the hallway are standing there watching him. My usual nurse has a smirk on her face. I’m wondering if she saw this coming.
“Unless you got a female doctor to look at her lady business, we’re gonna be on our way.” He moves between me and the doctor and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. Did he just call it my lady business?
“I was just—”
Rex cuts him off with a growl. “You were putting your hands on my wife, and you’re lucky I’m not going to rip them from your arms. Now get the fuck out of this room and think about how you speak to pregnant women before you open your stupid mouth. I hear you tell my wife she’s gained too much weight again and I’ll make you eat your own asshole.”
The nurses in the hall are snickering now, too, and they seem to be having a good time watching how this played out. They know how possessive Rex can be, always walking in with me with his hand on my belly. Always asking what they’re about to do before they touch me. He’s crazy when it comes to who can touch me, so I’m not the least bit shocked he’s acting like this. And apparently neither are the nurses.
Doctor Rogers backs out slowly until he’s in the hallway. Then before he says another word he makes a break for it. The nurses are left in a fit of giggles as Rex comes over to wrap his arms around me.
“You okay, baby girl?”
“Yeah, I think you scared the poor man.”
“I’m not gonna stand by and let another man see the heaven you’ve got secreted away down there. Hell, he’ll take one look and be ruined for all other women. I can’t chance it.”
He leans down and gives me a kiss right when my nurse clears her throat. We look up and she’s smiling at the two of us.
“He’s only here for the day and we can’t stand him. Thanks for the entertainment. Your chart looks good, and Doctor Pace will be back tomorrow. You’re all set, Clara.” She winks at me before she whispers a “thank you” to Rex on the way out. I breathe a sigh of relief.
“Now let’s get you home so I can sh
ow you just how perfect your body is,” he says, picking me up in his arms.
“I might take a lot of convincing,” I say, picturing his head between my legs.
“It’s a tough job, but I think I’m the man for it.”
He sure is.
Epilogue
Rex
Eight years later…
I put my truck in park when I get to the dance studio. It’s a little place on Main Street that I converted for Clara a few years ago. When our daughter was old enough to ask for dance lessons, Clara knew she wanted to be the one to teach her. That led to her getting her certificates and then opening this studio. I like to come by after working at the docks and watch her teach. She’s so happy and lights up whenever she sees a child learn something she’s taught them.
“Daddy!” my youngest daughter shouts as she comes bounding down the hall and into my arms.
“Hey, princess. Did you have a good day?”
“I did. Mommy said we could have ice cream for dinner if you said it was okay.” Her big eyes are pleading and she knows I’m a pushover when it comes to the women in my life.
“Oh, did she?” I ask, looking past her to where Clara is standing.
She turns, as if feeling my eyes on her, and gives me a wink. She comes over and gives me a kiss on my cheek before she moves her lips to my ear. “Please, Daddy.”
She knows how to get what she wants, and she knows all she has to do is ask.
“I suppose so,” I sigh, loving how I can make them light up so easily.
“Yay!” they both cheer, grabbing their bags.
Our oldest daughter pops her head out of one of the studios smiling ear to ear. “He said yes?”
They all start to do an ice cream for dinner dance around me, and though someone might look in the window and think I’m a big pushover, I wouldn’t have it any other way. They’ve got me wrapped around their little fingers, and I don’t want to be any other place.
Life on the docks is good, and I get to come home to my family every night. Meeting Clara wasn’t part of my plan, and having a family wasn’t anywhere on my radar. But it all worked out exactly how she wanted it, and I never realized that’s how I wanted it to. I was just too damn afraid to hope for it.
I grab Clara by the waist and this time I’m the one whispering in her ear. “You can thank me later.”
“Oh, I plan on it,” she says, licking her lips and winking at me.
Her hands trail down my big chest and to the buttons on my shirt. She’s a tease and she knows it. But I don’t have any complaints. Teasing her is half the fun. The other half of the fun is bending her over and fucking her until she can’t walk. But I’ll save that for when the kids are asleep.
“Love you, baby,” I say, kissing her on the forehead and then helping the kids get in the truck.
“Love you, too, Daddy,” she says, before slapping me on my ass.
Taken By The Russian
Chapter One
Sasha
Some would call her a curse, but I know better. Little Anya is an angel.
My angel.
Her father is speaking to me from the other side of his desk, but my attention is captured by the scene taking place outside the window, just over his shoulder. Anya is out for her daily morning swim in the backyard, jumping off the diving board in her emerald - green bikini. As she jumps, long, raven - colored hair flies out around her, musical laughter reaching through the window pane to fill the office. Her tits come free of the flimsy material beneath the water. I know this, even if I can’t see it. I’d love nothing more than to pluck her from the pool and bend her over that diving board, those ridiculous green triangles hanging from my teeth.
Soon.
My fingers twitch where they rest on my knee, imagining the strings of her top caught between them. Yanking them open instead of tying them securely, as I’d done only an hour ago.
Uncle Sasha, will you tie me up?
A growl kindles in my throat. Yes, some might say I have been cursed, assigned as full - time bodyguard to a tempting eighteen - year - old who comes to me with her every whim, giving me big green, grateful eyes when I fulfill them. Men of this world want instant gratification. I am the opposite — and everyone will soon know this about me. My time has been bided for five long years, and my reward is almost ready to be claimed.
“As you know, Sasha, when Anya’s mother was taken from me…” David Orlov’s hand clenches into a fist and shakes over his neat stack of paperwork. “Anya was all I had left. She’s been homeschooled, kept within these walls from enemies who would target me. I’ve trusted her to no one, save you. And once again, I must ask that you protect her in this next phase of her life.” His expression wilts. “College.”
David is a congressman with deep Russian roots. Loyalties that he never forgot but keeps out of the public eye. He’s a man who doesn’t mind using his political influence to grant favors, when such actions benefit him. Such is my case. In exchange for David pulling strings to bring my mother and siblings to Chicago from Russia, I pledged him five years of fealty.
When I came to Chicago, my reputation preceded me. I’m a man who keeps his vows, even at the cost of death. Among my duties as David’s right - hand soldier, I have been tasked with keeping his precious daughter safe and happy. I have performed my job very well. A weaker man would have given in to his lust by now and bedded the girl. Snuck in while her father slept upstairs and claimed her perfection for his own.
Red coats my vision, crackling fire roaring to life in my ears. Just thinking of her in someone else’s hands makes me want to commit slaughter.
“If it was up to me, she would go somewhere local. Private.” David sighs, scrubbing both hands over his face. “But she wants her freedom. We can’t keep her locked up forever.”
Oh no?
A matter of opinion, perhaps.
I examine my knuckles. “You want me to drive her to college.”
“Yes.” David turns and watches Anya through the window. “Keeping her sheltered for so long…it’s going to backfire. She doesn’t know how to make friends or go places alone. Christ, she doesn’t know a damn thing about men.”
And she won’t. No men but me.
I grip the armrest of the chair so tightly, it begins to snap, but I release it in time. “No,” I agree, my voice grating. “She knows nothing of men.”
If she did, she wouldn’t be so comfortable sitting on my lap. Or parading around her rooms in nothing but flimsy panties when I can clearly see her through the open door. My cock has gotten hard watching those little cheeks jiggle inside lace so many times, I’ve lost count.
Her body is not the only thing that stirs my manhood, though. Oh no. Others tend to write off my Anya as a pampered brat who is spoiled thanks to her paramour looks. Little do they know Michigan State gave her a full academic scholarship. I can’t check books out of the library for her fast enough, and I’ve replaced her tutors several times because they couldn’t devise a challenging curriculum. The angel keeps me on my toes.
“I’ve asked a lot of you, Sasha. My work schedule doesn’t allow me to be home very often, and you’ve become Anya’s family.” He gives me a look ripe with meaning. “And you haven’t broken the promise you made me. You know the one. Hell, she even calls you Uncle.”
I know this. I don’t need a reminder of the purgatory I’ve been living in.
“You’ve become invaluable to me, not just as Anya’s bodyguard but as an operator.”
We trade a look. Operator. Hit man. Same difference.
“You’re the best I have on my payroll, but those skills haven’t been utilized as much as I’d like. Once you help Anya transition to college life, I need you back here working for me.” He leans forward across the desk. “Without Anya as a distraction, we can really focus your…talents…where they’re needed. Name your price.”
I’m saved from having to answer when Anya explodes into the room, bringing color and light along with her. An
d too little clothing for my liking. Bubbling with life, she turns in a pirouette, giving me a three - hundred - and - sixty - degree view of my tight, teenage tease, her slender curves covered in nothing but green strips of wet nylon. My muscles flex, my hands eager to reach for her. But I don’t have to, because as usual, Anya reaches for me first.
“Sasha,” she sing - songs, taking her rightful spot on my thigh, throwing herself sideways against my chest and snuggling there. “You said you’d come outside and watch me dive.”
My features stay neutral, but my head is filled with a forbidden image. Anya’s legs spread on David’s desk while I tongue - fuck her to a hip - bucking orgasm. “Your father needed to speak with me.”
Her fingers toy with the button of my coat. “About what?”
David smiles absently, his gaze drawn by something on his computer screen. “Your drive to college tomorrow.” He refocuses on his daughter, seeming to find nothing at all wrong with her clinging to me half naked, still dripping from the pool and looking like an advertisement for expensive internet porn. The ones I never click on because they aren’t Anya.
David’s cluelessness is only one of the reasons I have no guilt about what’s to come. He has taken my reputation as a killer into consideration and still allowed me to raise his daughter. Me. A red - blooded male taking on responsibilities of her meals, her schooling, even the purchase of her clothing. Caring for her when she’s sick.
Does he actually believe I could now part ways with my reward?
“You know I have my reservations about letting you attend school so far from home, but we’ve registered you under an alias. Your pictures haven’t been in the media since you were thirteen, so there’s no danger of being recognized. Sasha is going to check your dorm for security and speak with personnel, to make sure you’re settled before he leaves.” David raps a fist on his desk. “Any instructions he gives you are for your own safety. Make sure you listen.”