Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
"I don't know what you're talking about," she protests, but it's too weak. Too fucking weak. I thrust again, harder, and she cries out, pain mingled with pleasure. Again. And again. And then I pull myself out entirely. "Names, Anya. I want fucking names."
I let her wrists free. Instead of responding, she hauls herself up, grabs the back of my head, and pulls my mouth to hers. She kisses me, her tongue teasing mine. She strokes a hand across my chest. I almost forget my question. I almost forget my name. She grabs my hips and pulls me back inside her. I give her what she wants—another hard thrust, followed by another.
"I was a virgin when I met you, Semyon. Did you forget that?" She smells like dew-kissed daisies. I groan.
Maybe I fucking did.
"The fact that you'd ask me about another man—that you think I would cheat on you? You fucking asshole," she growls. I thrust into her punishingly. My skin is slick with sweat like hers. Again, I thrust. And again. She arches into me.
"Then why were you outside?" I thrust again, pleasure building. I'm not going to let her fucking come. Not until I have the answers.
"Because I wanted to," she says, her eyes flashing with fury. "And now my brother’s here. Do you think everybody in this house betrayed you? Is that it, Semyon? You get too close to someone, and it's too much? Can't stand the heat? Too much fire for you? I know how this goes. It's like you forgot who I am, what I've been through as if you think that you're more important than me."
"I've had enough of that sass."
I reach for the pillowcase, tug it off in one swift pull, and fasten the gag around her mouth, tying it tight at the back of her head. She glares at me. I shake my head.
I thrust into her again, and I can't help it—I love the way her eyes grow molten, and she can't stifle the sound of satisfaction deep in her throat. She wants my cock. She fucking aches for me. But when I see her eyes glistening with unshed tears, I wonder. Have I gone too far? Maybe she has been faithful through all of this. Maybe I let the asshole in my head think too much. Maybe I don't trust the way I should.
I lift her up, place her face-down on the bed, knees up, ass in the air. I slam into her until she moans and I’m on the cusp of coming myself before I tug off the gag. I need her to talk to me.
"Face down," I order, my hand hard at the small of her back. She arches into me, her perfect heart-shaped ass wearing my handprint. I bite it. She shudders and screams, melting into me—a silent plea for more.
I fuck her from behind. “You got something to tell me, woman?"
"I've already told you everything," she says, her eyes closed, her mouth parted, half on the edge of climax.
I thrust into her, relishing her moans and the graceful arch of her back. Her pussy clenches around me. I thrust again.
"If I find out you betrayed me, Anya…" I don't finish the sentence. I don't know how to. What the hell would I do if I found out she betrayed me? It's something I can't think of. She's the only one I've ever allowed myself to be vulnerable with. The only one I’ve ever wanted.
The only woman I've ever loved.
Her head tilts to the side, her eyes closed as she moans. “But it's fine for you to betray me? For you to lie to me? Hmm?”
She's right. She's fucking right.
"I'm sorry," I tell her. "I did what I thought I had to."
She cries out when I thrust again. “Is that going to be a theme in our marriage?"
"I don't know," I say to her with another thrust. "Is it, Anya?"
I was a fool for testing her. I was a fool for taking advantage of her. I've seen my family do many things in the name of loyalty and honor, but maybe, sometimes, the ends don't justify the means.
I thrust into her again—and shatter.
She screams my name and grips the blanket beneath us, her knuckles white. My hand reaches out to stroke her, and then she's coming. Screaming my name. Binding herself to me.
It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
Chapter 29
ANYA
The pounding on the door yanks me from sleep. My pulse races. Semyon’s already out of bed, padding to the door in his boxers.
Bang, bang, bang.
“What the fuck?” He yanks the door open to find Matvei standing on the other side. I can tell by the way his huge shadow fills the doorway. I pull the blanket up over my shoulders.
“Eli’s up, and he’s throwing a fucking fit down there, wanting to see you.”