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“My little doll,” he murmured, his breath hot and fast as he panted against my throat.

He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the ground. I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms more firmly around his shoulders. His cock was still deep within me, my face buried in the crook of his neck now as he turned for the window and carried us to the bed.

He gently laid me down, and when he pulled out of me I gasped, feeling his cum start to sip out of my body. I closed my legs but Nikolai growled and curled his big paws around my knees, jerking my thighs open so he could watch as his seed trickled out of me.

“Look at you, so dirty. My filthy fucking beautiful girl, making a wet spot on the bed as my cum slides from that tight cunt and down the crease of that perfect ass. You’ll let me watch, let me degrade you again. I know this fucking embarrasses you, doesn’t it, baby?” He looked at me briefly. “Look at how dilated your pupils are, how much your breathing has picked up. You shy to let your husband see how swollen and wet your cunt his after fucking it?”

I bit my lip and moaned, my hips moving slightly. I was humiliated that he was watching his cum spill for my body. It was so… obscene.

He lowered his gaze back down between my thighs. “You filthy fucking beautiful girl,” he whispered and I gasped when I felt even more of him come out of me. His nostrils flared, a low rumble left him, and then he let go of my knees and started undressing.

I didn’t bother closing my legs, leaving them wide and open, knowing that’s what he wanted. I was transfixed at seeing him fully naked, at the prowess that was… him, at all his tattoos, the lean muscle, his semi-hard cock that was still huge and intimidating. Although his cock was glossy, covered in his orgasm and mine, streaked with what could only be from my broken hymen, he didn’t bother cleaning up.

And I didn’t want him to. I just wanted to feel him, wanted a softer side of him to comfort me right now.

When he was in bed with me, Nikolai covered us with the comforter, pulled me in close, and just held me. I didn’t care that I was sore and sticky between my thighs, didn’t care that I still felt his cum slipping from my pussy.

I closed my eyes, rested a hand on his warm chest, and listened to him speak to me in a low, deep voice, his Russian words beautiful, lulling me to sleep.

“Sleep, krasavitsa. I’ll keep you safe.”

And I knew he would. With his life.

Chapter

Twenty-Four

Amara

Because I knew how to work the coffee machine, my cup this morning didn’t taste like ass, and I didn’t have to put as much cream and sugar in it. I’d woken up pretty early, before the sun had even risen, and saw Nikolai was already gone.

The sheets beside me had been cold, telling me he hadn’t slept beside me for quite some time. I tried to call him but it had gone straight to voicemail. Although I knew he left early for work, I couldn’t help but have this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach.

When I’d come downstairs I saw a note tacked to the refrigerator, informing me someone named Arseny had taken Sasha for the day. I admitted the house felt lonelier, empty without her here, and although she kept to herself, a silent companion, she was still the latter nonetheless.

I was now curled up on the leather couch, my coffee mug in one hand, my cell phone in the other as I dialed Claudia’s number. I shifted where I sat and hissed out as the soreness between my thighs was intense. Then it had me blushing because that pain felt… good.

It had been a couple of days since I talked to her, but she’d been on my mind the entire time. My worry for her was not something I could get used to or push to the back burner.

I pressed the phone to my ear and listened to it ring as I brought my coffee mug up to my mouth and took a long drink. I stared at the splattering of clouds in the distance, an almost hazy fog over Desolation making it seem even more depressing.

True, I hadn’t done any “sightseeing” of the new city I called home, but I was pretty sure Nikolai wouldn’t want me to go walking around the city anyway. Maybe he’d take me out of the city frequently. Maybe I could make this work and not feel like I was living some stranger’s life.

“Hello?” I sat up straighter and focused my attention on the phone call. Claudia sounded groggy, as if I just woke her up. And although it was going on lunchtime, she’d always been a heavy sleeper and late riser.

I cleared my throat and said, “hey.” I heard some rustling on the other end, and could picture her lifting a hand and rubbing her eyes.

“Amara? It’s so early.”

I chuckled. “It’s going on noon.”

She groaned.

“How are you? I feel like it’s been forever since we talked or saw each other.” I was being ridiculous seeing as I’d just seen her a few days ago, but we’d never been apart this long

“Fine, I guess.” She yawned and I couldn’t help but smile.

Even though she was fifteen and starting to become more of a woman, she was still and always would be my little sister.


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