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I’ll be there as soon as this god-damned plane lands.
Luckily, my sister Anastasia is already with mama, so at least she’s not on her own. As always, we'll gather around her and ensure she has everything she requires. She won't be left alone, and my heart aches for her.
Theirs was a true love story. The American heiress who fell in love with a traveling businessman. Despite her parents’ anger at their marriage, they made it happen and my father had the last laugh. He became richer and more powerful than her parents and they came to him for help when the stock market crashed, and they lost everything.
Karma’s a bitch, and we have always been taught to value money. To work hard and never stop hustling because you never know when it may end.
I stare around my room and the dark, depressing walls are closing in on me. The only person I need right now is the alluring body and compelling eyes of my goddess. I want to lose myself in her delicious flesh, hear her soft voice moan my name, and I want her to make me forget. I need her more than I have ever needed anyone before, and so I head off in search of oblivion.
CHAPTER14
SERENA
It’s been ages since Alexei left and I’m beginning to get worried, but then the door crashes open and he heads into the room with a face like thunder, turning the lock to trap us inside. I stare at him in shock as his eyes flash and he walks toward me with the air of a lion about to strike.
I should be very afraid right now but there is something bad happening and I jump up and say fearfully, “What is it?”
“No words.” He says in a husky voice, and I watch as he sweeps the contents of the table to the floor, the noise of breaking glass shocking me into submission.
He pulls me roughly toward him and tears off my robe, so I am trembling before him and then he shocks me by pulling me hard against his chest, his arms wrapping around my body and holding me so tightly I almost can’t breathe. He buries his face in my hair and inhales sharply, and I can already tell he is falling apart.
I say nothing at all and let him deal with whatever has happened and as his breathing comes under control, he drags my head back by my hair and kisses me with a deep sense of urgency that shocks me. He fists my hair and grips it tightly, holding my head in place as he devours me.
Then he pushes me back on the table and spreads my legs with his hands and nestles his head between my thighs, taking a leisurely swipe against my clit, which causes me to groan out loud.
He says nothing and I’m not about to as he moves up my body before dropping his pants and burying himself deep inside me.
“Fuck, Alexei.” I squeal as the shock hits me.
“You’re not wearing a fucking condom.”
He pulls back, still buried deep inside me, and there is a strange, crazed look in his eye as he growls, “Perhaps I don’t want protection. Maybe I want a fucking kid with you.”
“Excuse me.” I stare at him in shock as he grins, a wicked expression that has zero emotion attached to it.
He moves slowly and steadily inside me, stretching every limit I possess, and it feels so damn good I’m not complaining anymore. He stares at me the entire time with the aura of a predator and it’s so incredibly sexy I lose my mind as well as my dignity as he fucks me hard.
My back scrapes against the table as he thrusts in hard, and from the desolation in his eyes, he’s not in control of his actions.
I should stop him, push him away, but I love it. I love the fact he is laid bare before me. His pain written all over his face as he stares at me with a lost expression. It draws me in and makes me want to tear down continents to find who has hurt him and so I stare into his eyes with a promise as he fucks me hard, not breaking eye contact at all.
I am sore, bruised inside and I’m burning up, but he doesn’t stop fucking me as if it’s the only thing he can do. It’s quite unnerving but sexy at the same time because right at this moment, it’s only the two of us in his world. He is gazing at me with an intensity that shocks me, and yet I love it. I reach up and drag my fingers through his hair and tug it hard, forcing a reaction from the man who is focused solely on me.
“I want to fuck new life into you, tiger.” He growls. “A life for a life. A son. I want a son.”
“Fuck, Alexei, what are you saying?”
He grips my face hard between his hands and growls, “There is only one woman up to the job, and I’m inside her now. Tell me you’re not on birth control.”
I should be afraid of the manic expression in his eye, but I love it. It’s possessive, animalistic and so damn sexy I’m a mess inside. I have never felt so needed in my life and if a child comes into the world because of this moment, it will be a special one because sadly I am on birth control, but he really doesn’t need to know that right now.
I lower my eyes because I can’t do it. I can’t lie to him, but I don’t want to disappoint him either. I want to be his everything because a man has never looked at me as if I am. The way he is gazing at me now is so powerful I would agree to anything he asked just for this attention again.
With a rough curse, he comes so hard I feel his cock throbbing inside me as he spills his seed deep into my womb. He pushes in deeper and roars like a lion, and the raw pain in that sound brings tears to my eyes.
He pulls out suddenly and surprises me by dragging me to the floor with him, wrapping his arms around me from behind, cradling me like a baby, and burying his face in my hair.
His cum is dripping from inside me and I bear the scars of his torment inside. My pussy is throbbing and sore and my back is painful from scraping against the table. I should feel used, abused even, but I don’t. I feel loved and for a woman who doesn’t really know what that is like, it’s the best thing in the world.