“Good girl,” he purrs, bending down to suck on my collarbone until I know he’ll leave bruises. “I want to feel you squeeze me like a fucking vice.”
I moan loudly, as he moves his lips to my breast and does the same there, sending a mix of pleasure and pain through my body.
It feels like he’s drawing my soul out of my body at that moment, as he continues with rhythmic thrusts, driving me toward the cliff edge he’s been dangling me over.
“Fuck,” I breathe, dragging my nails down his back as it becomes almost unbearable.
“That’s it, printessa, give in,” he purrs into my ear.
My body starts to convulse violently as I reach the peak of pleasure, the climax slamming into me like a freight train.
“Oh my God, Valery!” I cry, unable to control myself any longer.
The floodgates open as a pleasure like any I’ve ever felt overcomes my body, making me shudder as he fucks me through it, thrusting harder and faster as if he’s trying to break me. I’ve never felt anything like it.
“Fuck, Anya,” he practically roars into my ear. “I can’t hold on any longer.”
I feel his cock grow impossibly hard inside of me, and then the sensation of him shooting his cum deep within me. I should be panicking over the fact that we’re using no protection, but I can’t seem to care about it at that moment.
My mind is a blank canvas of pure, white-hot pleasure. No reasonable thoughts flood it as he turns me into a puddle for him. I’m panting for oxygen by the time he’s finished, as he rolls off of me, resting his arm against his forehead.
Silence envelopes us, and somehow it’s not awkward as I shut my eyes, feeling more satisfied than I’ve ever felt.
10
VALERY
My eyes flicker open and instantly I startle when the room appears foreign to me.
And that’s when I realize that I’m in the guest room with Anya. I’d fallen asleep after fucking her a few more times, totally exhausted and unable to move after exerting so much energy.
Anya’s chest rises and falls as she sleeps on her back next to me, the moonlight flooding through the window and bathing her angelic face in an otherworldly glow.
A tightness constricts around my chest and guilt sinks in my gut. This shouldn’t have happened, and yet it felt like I was powerless to stop it.
Ever since I set eyes on Anya, something inside of me shifted.
I walked into that basement fully expecting to want to torture and harm the daughter of my enemy, and instead, all I wanted to do was claim her for my own.
I guess it’s one way to screw over Grigory, marry her and make her mine.
And yet deep down, I know there’s no way we’d be able to remain here in Zelenograd if I did that. Hell, I’m not entirely sure we’d be able to remain in Russia.
Sighing heavily, I pull back the sheets and get out of the bed, knowing that I don’t want her to wake next to me. It brings up too many questions I can’t answer, like what the fuck happens now?
Anya wanted me just as much as I wanted her, but it doesn’t make it any easier.
She was my captive. A prisoner of fucking war and I took her virginity last night like an uncontrollable heathen. I can’t find it in myself to regret my actions. In fact, as I stand and glance back at her, I want to do it again.
My ambition to take control of Moscow has driven me for so many years that I’ve hardly had time for dating. It’s been my sole focus. Anya Lebedev makes me rethink the path I’ve been taking so far entirely. Thirty years on this earth and I’ve never been more tempted by something more than taking control of Moscow until now.
“Where are you going?” Anya’s voice cuts through the silence and the noise of my overactive brain.
I turn just as I’ve thrown on my suit jacket, adjusting the cuffs. “I’ve got a lot of work to do.”
Her eyebrows pull together. “At four o’clock in the morning?”
I am generally an early riser but she’s right, four o’clock in the morning is ridiculously early. “Yes, because I can’t sleep, so best to get a head start.”