Riley & Kane Bundle

by Alexa Riley

  God above, her cunt looks delicious. It’s a fucking feast — tiny though it is — this home for my cock. Smooth, pink and dripping, just the way I’ve imagined it millions of times. She squirms beneath my scrutiny, but I hold her legs open when she attempts to shield herself from my view. “Now now, Anya.” My tongue travels down the inside of her right thigh. “Don’t you dare try and hide this cunt from your Uncle Sasha. It’s his to play with.” The closer I come to her juncture, the wetter she becomes, her smell growing sweeter until I’m groaning and humping the edge of the wooden table, like an uncontrollable beast. “What I’ve imagined doing with your pussy since before you began high school is a crime. But hiding something so beautiful from me would be the worse crime, would it not?”

  I run my tongue through her folds, stopping when I reach her clit to press down. Hard. Her legs jerk around my head. “I - I…don’t…w - what?”

  Her words are muffled because of the shirt in her mouth. Or maybe because her indescribable flavor is stealing the function of my senses. I don’t know or care. Just need more. More and more and more of Anya’s gorgeous pussy. Somehow she’s better than I dreamed. Better than the highest plane of heaven, surely. “Spread your thighs as far as they’ll go. Let’s open up those pretty lips so I can lick that virgin bud.”

  Again, she does as she’s told, my Anya, and she’s a thing of extraordinary beauty, her legs open like flower petals, the earth’s finest cunt growing damp at the center. It needs a cock. Needs a cock so bad, I’m rocking the table with my thrusts and my head it starting to lose focus with the need to fuck and claim. Soon. Soon.

  Hooking her knees over my shoulders, I elevate her ass off the table and stoop down to feast on what is rightfully mine. I’ve licked her slow, orgasmed her at a leisurely pace on my dick, so she’s not expecting the speed with which I attack her sweet spot. My tongue whips it, side to side, until she’s gasping, her heels digging into my back. And then I begin massaging the swollen nub lightly between my lips. When her thighs begin to tremble, I know her climax is on the horizon, so I give in to temptation and delve a middle finger inside her entrance. Fuck. Ah God, such feminine tightness will be the death of me. It’s going to take months of riding her before she’s fully broken in. Able to take me any time and place.

  I am greedy for the challenge.

  Hooking my middle finger, I find the roughness that signals her G - spot and I pet it in patient circles, while Anya begins acting quite the opposite. Her muted screams grow louder, her fingers capturing my hair and twisting. “Oh my…my…my G - God.” Her belly heaves, then hollows. “I think…now, now, now.”

  Obsession makes my vision red and fuzzy when Anya goes sailing over the moon, her back wrenching off the table, moisture from her constricting pussy coating my lips and chin. Breathtaking. She’s nothing short of a masterpiece. Pride rips through my chest until I wonder if I’m capable of making it to five o’clock without breeding her.

  Yes, though. I am. If I’m to keep her undivided trust, she must look back on my five years in purgatory and remember I went through hell to remain a man of my word. When I put a ring on her finger and a baby in her belly, she’s going to be secure in the knowledge that I possess a strength of will no other man possesses. That I am worthy of being her provider in all things.

  I haven’t even begun to get my fill when Anya goes limp, her eyes staring blindly up at the ceiling. The animal inside me aches to lick more, draw never - ending pleasure from her body. But I won’t chance more in a public place. If another set of eyes landed on my angel in this condition, I would have to commit murder.

  I fear that would upset her.

  “That was…” Anya whispers, briefly covering her face with both hands, before dropping them. “Wow. You know?”

  “Da.” I lick my lips getting all of her cum I can, sending her a wink. “I know.”

  “Yeah.” She heaves a sigh. “I’m not even going to deduct points for lack of modesty.”

  Gently, I take her legs off my shoulders and slide her panties back into place. Her blush is so fucking sweet it makes me growl, causing her to turn even pinker.

  “Sasha,” she murmurs, sitting up and smoothing her skirt back into place. “How will we…see each other while I’m at college?” She twines her arms around my neck, obviously not noticing I’ve gone stiff at her question. Her smile has always rivaled the sun’s beauty, but the orgasm has made her glow. So now I must add smiling to the list of things she will not do around other men. But I can’t focus on that now, because there’s much to make clear. “Maybe you can come see me on weekends? Or…I can come home. I mean, if…if this is something you want to do again — ”

  “If?” I say, quietly. Dangerously.

  She stops playing with the ends of my hair, and I almost bellow at the loss. “Yes. If.”

  I forget about such trivial things as hair. “If is not a word in my vocabulary when it comes to you, Anya. Only when and how.”

  “Good.” She lays a kiss on my chin, nearly derailing my concentration. Nearly. “I don’t want there to be any ifs, either.”

  “Eksələnt,” I say. “Because there will be none of this college.”

  I catch only a glimpse of Anya’s mouth dropping open before I throw her over my shoulder and leave the library.

  Chapter Five

  Anya

  None of this college. None of this college?

  Didn’t I know something like this was coming? When Sasha said he never intends to leave me, I should have questioned him further. In the back of my mind, wasn’t there always a belief that he couldn’t simply move me into the dorm and drive away? Furthermore, that it would be so…wrong to part from him, after everything we’ve been through?

  My mother’s death, high school, my driver’s test, college applications.

  Thunderstorms, injuries, loneliness.

  My Twilight phase.

  Sasha was there for it all. The only one who was there.

  Especially now that I know what my body sensed all along wasn’t a fluke…and we are oh - so - freaking compatible…not being with Sasha every day fills me with unimaginable sadness. Not only do I love this man, but there’s no denying he just woke up something inside me. Wild, consuming sensations that I don’t think I can live without. And there’s a beat pounding in my heart, telling me Sasha is the only one in the universe who can give them to me.

  But. Oh, there are some serious buts.

  I stopped trying to make Sasha notice me as something but an honorary niece long ago. No matter what I did, he didn’t seem interested in me beyond my being his ward. A…job. So I threw myself into school work — focused on it hard — and realized a degree is something I want badly. Some day I want to be the one unlocking the library doors and deciding what’s stocked on the shelves. Maybe for a lot of girls, college is a given. But not in my world. If my father had it his way, I would be kept under lock and key until I need false teeth. I fought for this chance to attend school, and I’m not going to compromise one dream for the sake of another.

  Currently, one of those dreams is carrying me down a crowded sidewalk like a sack of potatoes, and fine, the caveman routine might work for me a lot of the time. But not today. Not when the future I’ve worked so hard for is at stake.

  “Sasha!” I scream through my teeth. “We have to talk about this. Put me down. Right now.”

  “I do not think this wise,” he says, sounding completely calm.

  “I don’t care.” I bunch a fist and ram it awkwardly into his back. Of course, it ends up making my own wrist throb. “Ouch, dammit.”

  Sasha clucks his tongue. “I taught you to punch better than that.”

  “Excuse me, miss? Are you okay?”

  My blood cools, then freezes, at the sound of a strange man’s voice. Not because I feel threatened. Oh no. An angry mob could be chasing me and as long as Sasha was there, I wouldn’t feel an ounce of fear. No, my jolt of alarm has everything to do with the newcomer’s safety. N
ot mine.

  Beneath my draped body, Sasha’s shoulders turn to rippling iron, his step slowing to a stop. I struggle in his grip to get myself upright, and Sasha lets me, remaining still as a marble statue as I slide down the front of him. I can count on one hand the number of times another man has dared to question Sasha — and it has never happened in relation to my well - being. When I catch sight of the deadly intensity he’s directing at the stranger, I know I have to intervene or he’s going to decorate the sidewalk with homeboy’s guts.

  “Hey.” I frame his face with my hands and attempt to get his attention, but his neck is stiff, his gray gaze never leaving the stranger. “Sasha.”

  “Move…” he rasps, one of his eyes twitching. “Along.”

  A nervous laugh. “I was only checking to see if the girl was — ”

  Sasha surges forward with malice written on his face.

  I shoot onto my tiptoes and kiss him.

  There’s a long beat of tension. A standoff where my lips work over his stiff ones. Someone questioned my safety. If that man knew how serious Sasha takes my well - being, he would have kept on walking. I don’t like it, either. The insinuation that my Sasha isn’t taking good care of me. A classic tale of “I can yell at my possessive Russian bodyguard, but God help anyone else who does.” And when the fight drains out of him and he groans, the edge is taken off my earlier anger, even more so. One big hand slides into my hair, the other finding my hip as he begins ravaging my mouth. Wait. No. I was only going to distract him from committing murder, but now…what’s happening?

  Sasha walks me backward until I feel the familiar shape of his car pressing into my back. There are low murmurings all around us from passersby, but I’m having a hard time making out their words over the chirping canaries circling my head.

  College. He just told me I’m not going to college.

  I pull away from his kiss and drag in a gulp of breath. “Me. School. I’m going.”

  “Still you believe this?”

  Oh, hello, anger. There you are. “Did you ever plan to take me?”

  He tilts his head, like I’m daft. “Nyet, Anya. After five years of making sure no one breathes on you, do you think I could leave you in the care of strangers?” His eyes glitter with malice. “Males. No supervision. Alcohol. Those things mixed together will not set foot near my Anya.”

  Fire floods my cheeks. “Then where are you taking me?”

  “Get in the car and you will find out.”

  I try to push Sasha off, but he only pins me tighter between his body and the car. And…and…my train of thought is busted because his erection is so thick where it lies across my belly. Focus, Anya. You can’t let another man dictate your future.

  Isn’t that what it all comes down to? I haven’t been in control of my own life. Ever. Now I’m about to get my first taste of freedom stolen. By the only person who’d tempt me to give it up of my own free will. If he cared about me, he wouldn’t ask me to do that, though. Right?

  Right.

  “I’m not going with you. I’ll find another way to make it to orientation.”

  “Angel.” Panic slides across his expression. “You would not.”

  Taking a deep breath, I lift my chin. “I would.”

  For a few moments, I can’t read him. Except to know he’s deciding how to play me. Play the situation. And after what just happened in the library, I should have known seduction would be his choice. But even if I had known, I never could have prepared for the power of Seductive Sasha. “Anya. Angel.” His lips press to my forehead, detour down my cheek and open above my mouth, just a hint away, his warm breath coasting over me. “Did you not say you loved Sasha?”

  Nine thousand butterflies dance through my stomach. “I might have,” I murmur, squeezing my legs together. “That doesn’t mean you can get away with whatever you want.”

  He handily ignores the second part, sweeping his thumbs along my hipbones. “If you love me, then you must not say such things. Parting from you would turn me into a madman.” There’s a low rumble in his chest as he licks the tips of our tongues together. “Especially now that I’ve finally eaten your pussy. I cannot be away from it.”

  My lungs evacuate in a massive rush. “I can’t even handle you like this.”

  His forehead meets mine. “Like what?”

  “All sexy or whatever,” I pant. His mouth smiles against mine, and the butterfly wings in my belly beat faster. I can’t believe this. He’s totally succeeded in melting my rage. This is what happens in a game of sheltered virgin versus Russian hit man, isn’t it? “I’m only getting into the car because I have no other ride,” I whisper.

  Sasha shakes his head, shaking mine along with it. “You go where I go. Always. That’s the real reason.”

  He appears to be debating whether or not to kiss me again. But if I allow that, he’ll reduce me once and for all into a simmering pot of hormones. Already my panties are soaked in public and I’m making out with a man who looks like he belongs in a Guy Ritchie movie. What happened to my common sense?

  My hands are shakier than I care to admit as I extricate myself from Sasha’s hold, shooting him a defiant eye roll over my shoulder as I climb into the passenger seat of the car. Like always, he waits until I’ve buckled up to close the door and cross to the driver’s side. With his typical tight control, he starts the ignition and pulls onto the road, coasting through yellow lights like he owns the world.

  The turn signal is clicking to bring us onto the highway when he asks, “Are you warm enough?” A pause. “I’m asking because you have both arms wrapped around yourself like a straitjacket.”

  He’s totally right, but I don’t give him the satisfaction of changing my position. This is my mad pose, and now that we’re not touching, I’ve managed to remember why I’m pissed as hell. “Did you ever plan to bring me to college?”

  A curt headshake, but no further change in his demeanor.

  “So you lied? To me? To my father?”

  “Nyet, angel,” he answers calmly. “I said I would bring you where you belonged.”

  I give a close - mouthed scream. “And where is that?”

  “You will see. Please try and exercise some patience.” Sasha seamlessly joins the traffic on the highway, one tattooed hand resting on the wheel. “Are we having a fight, Anya?”

  “Yes, Uncle Sasha,” I push through stiff lips. “We are most definitely having a fight.”

  A muscle ticks in his cheek. “Fighting with you disagrees with me.”

  “Good.” I sputter for a few seconds. “Have you already canceled my registration?”

  “Nyet. It’s on the agenda.” He tilts his head at me. “I’ve been kept very busy resisting my need to touch you. That alone is a full - time job.”

  God, what a frustrating man. One minute I’d like to claw his face off, the next I’m wishing he would pull over and seduce me again. My nerve endings are still quivering from that kiss he delivered on the sidewalk. From what he did to me in the library. Yeah. My attraction to him is seriously putting a damper on my wrath. “When my father finds out about this…”

  “Yes?” He uncoils the word like a whip. “Continue. He’ll do what?”

  “He’ll come and get me,” I say lamely, not even sure if it’s true.

  The gaze Sasha turns on me belongs to an otherworldly creature. A male squaring off to fight over his mate. It’s wild. It’s…just the wrong side of insane. And it really should not send a hot thrill snaking around in my belly. It shouldn’t. “His name might be on your birth certificate, angel, and you might call me uncle. But we both know who has been daddy all this time.” His eyes have become slightly unhinged at the suggestion I could be taken away, and they travel over my thighs and breasts now, creating eruptions of need wherever they touch. “Would it please the angel to watch her daddies fight over her?”

  “No,” I say, winded. No way. It wouldn’t even be a fair contest.

  “David has done much for my family,
but the debt has been repaid. Now he is merely a man who cannot read a calendar.” Sasha’s hand drops from the wheel to his lap, where he grips his erection. “Cannot do the math and realize I’ve been counting the days until I can put this big cock in his beautiful baby girl.”

  I’m swamped in so much heat by the time he finishes, I have to talk myself down from another orgasm. Right there in the passenger seat, without even being touched. My inner thighs spasm and I can’t seem to draw enough breath, my hips squirming on the leather. Sasha is overwhelming me and I’m already starting to forget why I’m mad at him. He’s bringing me where I belong, and I trust Sasha. Implicitly. What if I just forgot my anger, my outrage, and let him take care of me, as he’s always done?

  Because that’s my job. My dream has been to become an independent woman who calls her own shots, and no matter what happens, no matter how much Sasha threatens to drown my objections with love and lust, I have to keep my eye on the prize.

  Which means…I have to get away from the man I love.

  Chapter Six

  Sasha

  I’ve had my fair share of arguments with the angel.

  She has been a teenage girl for our entire acquaintance, so this did not come as a surprise. When one of her younger tutors invited Anya to a party, Anya didn’t bother asking me if she could go, obviously knowing I would object. She merely attempted to sneak out, tiptoeing right past where I sat waiting in the driveway, drinking a cup of coffee. Her reaction was not pleasant. Especially when I enumerated the kind of trouble waiting for a fifteen - year - old girl at a house party. I came dangerously close to explaining what I would have done, in my former life, if I came across her at a party. And I wasn’t handcuffed by my vow.

  She would have been flat on her back before she could blink, my dick so deep she would feel it in her little throat.