The latter would be a fate worse than death for certain, especially since I stole his daughter. He’d want to make an example out of me.
“You are insane,” she murmurs.
“Perhaps, but I’ll go fucking crazy if I don’t have you.”
Anya’s brow furrows. “Why?”
“Because I told you, you are mine. Mine to fuck, claim and marry if I damn well want.”
Her brow hitches into her hairline. “Marry?”
I shrug. “You are a princess. Might as well be my queen.” I pull off my jacket and toss it onto the bed, followed by my shirt.
Her eyes dip down my tattooed torso, lingering briefly on the angry scar across my left pectoral, and they come alive with flames so hot they could burn me alive. “You are definitely crazy.”
“And you love it,” I murmur, unzipping my pants and dropping them to the floor so that I’m standing in nothing but my briefs. “Lie on your back, printessa.”
“Valery,” she breathes.
“Now.”
With a deep breath, she turns over onto her back and looks up at me with a mix of fear and pure desire. Desire that has the power to tear my world apart and make me realize what life is really about.
9
ANYA
Valery looms over me like an angry God in all his naked glory and I feel humbled. I’ve never seen such a beautiful man in all my life. His briefs are tented over his hard cock, making my mouth water. The tattoos on his body only add to his rugged appeal, as well as the angry scar that stretches across his left pectoral. I want to worship him with my hands, mouth, and body, which is utterly ridiculous. This man kidnapped me, for fuck’s sake.
“Are you ready, malishka?”
I swallow hard. “I honestly don’t know.”
His smile could stop a stampede of horse in its tracks and I feel my nipples harden. “It doesn’t matter, because you are going to become mine right fucking now.”
I watch as he removes his boxer briefs, so he’s wearing nothing, his hard cock ready to plow inside of me.
It’s impossibly large and couldn’t possibly fit, and yet I want it to. I want him with every fiber of my being.
Slowly, he drags the tip of his cock through my soaking wet entrance, making me shudder with a need like no other. A part of me wants to beg him to fuck me, but I have too much pride for that. Once I admit I want this out loud, it becomes too real.
A sinister smile curls onto his lips. “You are gagging for it, aren’t you, printessa?”
I narrow my eyes. “In your dreams.”
He shakes his head. “Fine, deny it all you want. The answer is written over your face.” He continues to toy with me, the head of his cock bumping against my sensitive clit.
I sink my teeth hard into my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning, but I fear that I won’t be able to hold on much longer.
He’s torturing me as he watches my expression intently. There’s a sadistic glint in his eyes, as he can sense my irritation.
“Are you ready to be torn apart?”
I swallow hard, shaking my head. “What about protection?”
He arches a brow. “Are you on the pill?”
I shake my head.