“Malishka,you feel so fucking good.”
It wasn’t like fucking a corpse. Believe me, I knew the difference. Sloane was breathing, and I could feel her breath hitch each time I swiveled my hips. Her pussy grew wet even though she wasn’t cognizant.
Who was she dreaming about?
If it were another man, I would punish her. Grabbing her throat, I ground myself inside of her. I groaned at the feel of her walls clenching down on me.
“I don’t want to cum yet. You’re too fucking tight,” I whispered to her.
Like she could hear me, she relaxed a little. I blew out a sigh of relief. She almost unmanned me.
Thrusting slower, I told her how beautiful she was. That she would always be the perfect woman for me. That I would never let her go. On and on I spoke until I got so lost in the fantasy of us that the reality of what I was doing no longer affected me.
Sparks raced down my spine, and I let out a soft groan. “Fuck,” I exclaimed as I came deep inside of her.
Panting, I lifted her legs over her head and held them there. I noticed my come trying to leak out. I stuff my fingers inside of her channel, pushing my release back in. She would keep every drop.
I reached the lever on the side of the bed. The panel in the ceiling opened and the restraints descended. Like before, I quickly secured the padded cuffs to her ankles. I hit the controls again. Her legs and hips stayed in the air.
After a few minutes of this, I let her legs down. I had a feeling she was already pregnant, but if not, I upped the chances yet again.
Bemoaning the brief time we shared, I kissed her lips then crawled out of bed and hopped into the shower. I briskly washed myself, then got out and dried off. Sloane’s light snores penetrated the bathroom walls. It was amusing. Any other woman and I would’ve kicked her out of my bed for snoring, but not Sloane. Everything she did, from defending Roman to trying to escape my knife, made me want to pinch her cheeks and call her adorable.
Dry and naked, I climbed in beside Sloane. She may not have been a good girl the entire day, but this wasmyreward. I could enjoy her without her fighting me or rejecting me. One day we’d get to a place where she wouldn’t need to be drugged to ensure she behaved, and she would do what I said without question.
For now, I had her right where I wanted her. In my bed, pleasing me whenever I wanted. As I lay in the dark listening to Sloane’s breathing, I imagined what it would be like if we were married. We would speak fluent Russian in my household, and Sloane would be well versed with the Russian language. If we had children, this would be just another night in the Petrov household after the kids had been put to bed.
Sloane rolled toward me, drawing me out of my nice vision. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to be thinking about building a life with Sloane. I couldn’t get too attached. One day, in keeping with tradition, our son would have to kill her.
SLOANE
Sloane
I ran to the bathroom, fell to my knees, put my head in the toilet, and vomited.
Ugh. Mornings were bad, but the nights were the worst. Plagued with sexual fantasies in my sleep, all of which with Alexie as the star, my pussy throbbed like I’d just had a cock deep inside. The black tee I wore smelled of him and sex.
Aching, my stomach upset, and now my body weak, I didn’t have the energy to get back on my feet.
“Help,” I cried. My voice rose, bordering hysteria. “I can’t get up.”
Defeated, I rested my head on the toilet and waited to die.
I’m not sure how long I was like this.
“Malishka?”
I looked up at Alexie. “You’re here. Thank you for coming.”
“Roman tells me you were screaming. Why?” His eyes roamed the bathroom like he would find someone hiding in it. But then his gaze landed on me again, and he grew pale.
Alexie approached me cautiously, and for once, I didn’t even flinch. Fear was long gone. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him. I couldn’t help it; I melted. That small ounce of affection was like standing in the sunshine for the first time. I didn’t care about my situation. All I cared about was basking in his warmth.
Alexie kissed my forehead and carried me from the bathroom. “A doctor will be here soon, but for now, I want to get some food and water in your system,” he murmured.
I sighed and inhaled his masculine scent. I didn’t need a doctor, did I? Sure, I was weak and dizzy, but I had been drugged the day before. My body was sore, but my body had been through a lot between the sex and the torture. I hadn’t been able to shake off this flu, which sucked. But I was also a victim. Wasn’t I? Stress hurts the body.
Alexie took me downstairs, but I was too tired to look around at my surroundings. At one time, I probably would’ve been watching for the exits, planning my escape. But I knew better now. There was no getting away from him. The only viable option I had was to submit. He would be kinder to me. I knew it. I felt it within my soul.